12 years later
"Mommy, did that really happen?" The young girl with green eyes and dark hair says as she sits on her bed. Her mother smiles warmly at her before kissing her on the cheek.
"Yes, it did. And in the end, the girl went after the boy because he left to go defeat the meca-tanks and she saved him from being captured by one of them with her waterbending. Avatar Korra helped people of Republic City gain back their bending." Her mother said, letting the memories float through her mind.
"She's a waterbender. Like you! You're a waterbender."
Her mother laughed at her 5 year old daughter who was in her earth nation clothing used for sleeping. Her daughter looked exactly like her father with hints of her face angles in her daughter's. Her father spoiled her like crazy and was really protective of her.
"Yep. But the Avatar can bend all the elements."
Her daughter frowned before smiling again. "But I'm an earthbender! Like daddy!"
Her mother ruffled her daughter's hair, which she knew her daughter hated as her daughter smacked her hands away. She hugged her tightly before gently tucking her in. "Yep, just like daddy. And now daddy's little girl has to go to sleep."
"I'm not little! I'm a big girl!" Her daughter huffed out, arms crossed in that way that made her look exactly like her father which sent a pang of loneliness through her heart.
She missed her husband.
"Yeah, you're a big girl now. Soon, you won't be daddy's little girl anymore."
"Uh-huh! Daddy said I will always be his princess no matter how old I am. He says I'm his only girl and that you can't be his girl anymore."
Her mother smiled at her daughter's apparent jealousy. Her daughter always tended to get her father's attention whenever he kissed her tenderly and was not paying attention to his daughter. Whenever her husband's attention began to sway to his wife, her daughter would automatically jump up and claim his attention, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, sending a triumphant look in her mother's way.
She didn't think much of it. Her daughter would grow out of this phase eventually and she was happy to share her husband with her daughter. She was, in fact, a part of him and carried his blood in her veins.
"Okay, you're absolutely right. But now, you have to go to bed." Her mother said, kissing her daughter's warm forehead before getting up.
"Mom?"
"Hmm?" She said, already out of the room and halfway closing the door.
"I miss daddy."
"I miss him, too. But he'll be here tomorrow. I promise you." She said, emotion clogging up her throat before she cleared her throat.
"Okay, I love you. Tell Daddy I love him."
"I will, sweetie. I love you." She murmured before closing the door gently and turning off the light in the hallway of their home in Republic City. She carefully went down the stairs, her hand on the banister before heading out in the back porch and sat down gently, looking up at the full moon, feeling not terror but relief and gratefulness.
Ever since she had let the moon spirit take control, she never again bothered her anymore. She waited, as usual for anything to happen, but after a year, then two, then three, she had begun to relax and finally began to accept that her curse was over.
But deep down, she knew it wasn't a curse. It was her that thought it was. She refused help and because of that, she suffered, but no more. She sat down on one of the chairs and placed a hand on her stomach, rubbing it idly as she thought about her husband.
She missed him terribly but he had gone to visit his brother and his wife to see their third child, which was a boy when her husband called to tell her so. She closed her eyes, letting the memories swamp to the past.
She still remembered the way her husband fumbled with a proposal several times as she waited patiently, her heart in her throat as he tried, but failed, to get the words out. Or the question. Until finally, he just yelled,"Let's get married!"
And she had said yes laughing and kissing him, tackling him on the ground as he let out whoops of cheers and joy. She remembered the necklace he carved as part of her water tribe but with the sign of the earth nation. She still wore it to this day and never took it off.
The wedding quickly followed. She hadn't wanted a big wedding and neither did her husband. So, they invited friends and family and it was his brother who led her to her future husband, his face full of pride and joy and although his brother seem aloof and uncaring, it was quite the opposite. She was smiling widely at her soon-to-be husband, who literally had his jaw open as she came up the aisle until his sister-in-law, jabbed him in the rib with her elbow before heading back to the other bridesmaid. He shook his head before recovering, a look of joy and love in his eyes that made her heart expand with anticipation.
When she had reached him, he leaned in and whispered, "You are very beautiful."
Her heart had been pounding but when her husband said, "I do," and she said, "I do," and they sealed their marriage with a passionate kiss that left her breathless. The reception was beautiful and he made a moving speech that made her cry and blubber and he smiled warmly at her, telling everyone she was so stunned by his awesomeness that she couldn't control herself.
She burst out laughing at that. When two of her bridesmaids, Korra and Asami, snuck her out and dragged her new husband right after and tossed him in the satomobile and told them that no one wanted them back for two weeks.
She had blushed and her husband smiled sheepishly and smiled, saying, "I hope all the ladies won't be disappointed when I'm gone."
They all shook their heads before her husband came in and the satomobile took them to their private honeymoon suite for the night before they headed to the earth kingdom for their honeymoon. When they had reached their suite, she squealed when her husband picked her up effortlessly and carried her bridal style into their suite.
He talked more than usual because he was nervous and she was nervous because this was their first night as a married couple. He let her down gently and she still laughed at the memory when she thought about their first night that still made her cheeks fill with blood.
She smiled at the memory when her husband lost all his bravado and was a nervous wreck as he reached for her with trembling hands. It didn't help that she was nervous, too. However, when their lips touched and sent that familiar warmth and tingle, their nerves began to settle.
She felt that passion and hunger and desire in his kiss and touch as he backed her up into the bed. Unfortunately, he stepped on her wedding gown, causing her to trip and fall ungracefully onto the floor, ripping a seam on the dress. Her husband was frantic with worry as he bent to help her up but he tripped on his own feet and fell on top of her.
They looked at each other as he pushed himself up above her and they burst out laughing.
"We can't even do this right!" He said, chuckling as he helped her up. She bumped her funny bone into one of the drawers near the bed and stepped on his foot, causing him to yelp with pain as he grabbed his foot, jumping up and down with her apologizing profusely.
He sat down on the bed, taking off his tux and shoes, leaving him with his white undershirt that sent her blushing profusely.
"Sorry. I'm not... I don't know..."
She smiled and cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. "It's okay. We'll work it out."
"How? We keep hurting each other." He said as he looked at her and she leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his mouth, feeling a slight tremor go through his body.
"Like this." She murmured, moving to straddle his lap and he helped her, lifting up her skirts as she sat and she bit her lip when she felt him.
He smiled up at her, those eyes sending fire in her veins with the love and desire in them. She leaned down and kissed him, kissed him like there was not tomorrow. Instinct began to work in their bodies, their heads slanting together as their lips began to move more feverishly. His hand began to work on her dress but he was having trouble and she finally told him to just rip it off of her because she couldn't stand another second of being separated from him. So he did, still kissing her as the dress ripped with an audible ripping sound and she moaned at the feeling of complete freedom as he slid the dress up and over her head, leaving her in wrappings.
He stared at her, almost dumbfounded as she began to blush and hide herself but he quickly grabbed her arms and held them gently in her lap, telling her that she should never hide herself from him like that, that she was so beautiful, it made his heart burn.
She relaxed and they reached for each other, kissing and touching each other in places no one had ever touched them before. Before she knew it, he had already placed her on the bed and was above her, kissing down her neck and collarbone and the top of her breasts before moving up to kiss her swollen mouth.
She worked on his clothes as he worked on her wrappings, their breaths mingling together in throaty moans and pleasured gasps as they worked. When the barrier of their clothes finally fell, the nervousness came back, with him asking her that they could stop, that he didn't want to hurt her, that they could do this another time but she refused and told him that she wanted, no, needed this like he needed it.
It hurt at first which made him want to pull back and stop because tears welled up in his eyes as he apologized for the pain but she just wrapped her legs around his body as her hands gripped his biceps, telling him it was fine, she was okay. He wasn't convinced at first but when she leaned up to kiss him, he began to ease himself into her more deeply and create a wonderful, burning friction where they were joined as one.
They moved together, sounds of pleasure and tender endearments escaping from their mouths and into the open air. Her hands fell against his sweat covered back with an audible smack as the pleasure began to grow higher, setting her body into flames that kept getting hotter and hotter. He leaned on his elbows, careful to keep pressure to a minimum on her body and she arched her back every time there was a certain spot he touched that made her want to scream to the spirits above. He caressed her and told her endearments that set her heart near to explosion.
They spoke to each other, their voices filled with pleasure and love and desire and warmth. Her pleasure began to reach its peak and her husband felt it and began to tell her words, words that made her burn with need and arousal. He kissed her thoroughly as she clutched at his back with her hands that slapped at his back as he moved, telling her to wait a few more, to wait for him, and she tried but it was too much and she gripped him tightly as the waves crashed over her, over and over and over again, almost as if it wouldn't stop, and she didn't want it to stop and her husband was with her when the waves came.
She could hear his deep groan as he moved one last time, her senses all over the place as the waves kept coming and she clung to him like a raft as he pulled her to him, his body shuddering and dripping with sweat. When the waves began to slow down, her eyes opened and focused on her husband as he pushed back her sweaty hair from face and neck, telling her he loved her so much.
She kissed him, exhausted but content as he held her gently.
"How's my favorite girl?"
She blinked her eyes open, her body humming in response as she turned and felt her heart pick up speed at the sight of her husband standing in the doorway.
"I'm fine. I thought you weren't-"
"Coming home till tomorrow? Yeah, I know but you were dying for my awesomeness so I told Mako and Korra I had to get home to my wife and daughter."
She smiled as she got up and hugged him tightly, feeling complete now that he was here, at home, with her. He hugged her back, lifting her up off her feet gently as he kissed her lovingly before setting her down.
"How is she?" He asked, green eyes sparkling with love and joy.
"In bed. An hour ago. She told me to tell you that you were her only girl and I wasn't and she loved you." She said, raising an eyebrow towards him.
"Aw, come on, she loves me because I'm the most toughest, buffest, strongest, awesomest dad around."
She shook her head, leaning her head on his shoulder as he held her. "Honestly Bolin, you spoil her too much."
"Come on, Aylin. She's my kid. How can I not? Especially when she does 'the look'?
Aylin shook her head, pulling back, hiding a smile. 'The look' consisted of her lips pouting, eyes growing big and innocent, hands clasped tightly, blinking them rapidly to get what she wanted. It worked on nearly everyone, except Aylin.
"She's five. She has you tied around her little finger." She admonished gently but not meaning it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulder.
Bolin smiled, placing his hands on her protruding stomach. "How's my little man doing in there?"
She smiled. "Growing. Eating. Kicking my ribs. The usual."
"Yep, that's my kid!" Bolin said, leaning down to kiss her stomach through her shirt.
Aylin rolled her eyes before leaning up to kiss him. They kissed for a long time, his hands moving up and down her sides, caressing her stomach as she sank her fingers in his hair. When they pulled away, his eyes were aglow with happiness and love and she smiled before he stepped back.
"I'll take a shower. You coming?"
"Yeah, in a bit." She said, kissing him once more before he smiled and turned and left. She turned around and looked up at the full moon, touching her stomach, feeling her baby move gently, as if he were swimming. She smiled at the moon.
"Thank you. For everything." She murmured and was not surprised to see the moon spirit hovering above her, smiling before she disappeared.
Aylin stayed out for a few minutes before heading back inside to where Bolin was waiting in the living room and she smiled, feeling joy and warmth flood over her as she made her way to him.
Whoo! The last chapter! I hope everyone enjoyed the story!
