That night, all that was heard behind the thick walls of The Prince's quarters were muffled moans, the sounds of movement, love, and life...and one soft verbal sentence that could have been heard only if one had pressed their ear very closely to the door...
"I'm ready.." said the girl.
AFTER THE NAUGHTY SCENE ;
"He believed you when you told him you loved him?" Zuko asked, a grin taking form upon his face as he stoked the bare arm of his Waterbender.
"I did love him." she said hesitantly, Zuko laughed at the lie. Katara shuttered, 'why has he so much power over me?' and pulled the red sweat stained sheets around her nude frame.
"If you loved him, why did you not give yourself to him?" he retorted, tugging at the sheets to reveal the areas Katara had just covered.
Katara, unable to answer, turned away.
"Do you love him Katara?" Zuko pulled her to face him and looked her in her eyes.
"Tell me you love him and I'll take all this back...I'll give you back his necklace, I'll send healers to redo you're virginity, I'll make it like this night never happened. Just tell me you love him." his words stung like knives at Katara.
Though she didn't notice the uneasiness in Zuko's golden eyes. 'What if she loves him.? What if she leaves tomorrow and marries him.? What if he pleases her better than I have? What if–'
The worried prince's thoughts were interrupted by Katara's soft, real voice.
"I don't." she whispered, honesty in her voice and in her touch as she crumpled into Zuko's chest.
This surely restored Zuko's self esteem for he caught Katara's unsteady lips in a (hardly chaste) kiss and he claimed her once more as his.
Katara began to sob as Zuko tied a black ribbon around her neck. The ribbon in question held a small stone circle made of Dragon's Blood a scarlet precious stone (much like ivory). On the outward facing side was the red fire insignia. On it's back, carved deeply in small but legible letters were two names--
One was Katara's...