A/N: Alright, I am repeating for those who did not read the last author's note. This chapter contains explicit content. IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE OR DO NOT LIKE MATURE CONTENT, DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER! You're not missing some great plot device or any important dialogue. This chapter is solely for those who enjoy it so if it's not your thing don't read it. I have more than one audience to appeal to so this is for the ones who haven't seen any of what they're looking for yet.
It will still be a while before I can start updating regularly again because I have just moved into school and need to get settled but I hope you will be patient. Please heed the warning of this chapter and don't proceed if you shouldn't be reading this. Thanks again for your patience.
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Chapter 28.2
The Wedding Night
"Will you show me how?" She whispered.
Zuko groaned. Despite the simplicity of it, that was perhaps the most erotic thing he had ever heard. However, he also noted that the allure of the question was a direct result of its innocence.
"I'll show you everything you need to know." He murmured against her lips before capturing them again.
Katara tried to shut her mind off to her doubts and fears as she returned his kiss and basked in the glorious weight of him, pressing her to the door. He pulled back and smiled at her and she felt dizzy at the intensity of his gaze.
"Katara, my wife," Zuko whispered before kissing her sweetly. He placed gentle kisses on her forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks before kissing down her neck and letting his mouth suckle on her collarbone.
Katara emitted a sigh of pleasure and her eyelids fluttered shut forgetting everything.
"Oh Kami." she sighed again when Zuko ran his hands down her arms then back up her sides letting them settle on her breasts, which were barely contained beneath the material of her gown due to her gasping breaths. His hands didn't linger there for long, though. Zuko wrapped his arms around her and brought her in for a passionate kiss that clouded Katara's mind of anything but her husband. She felt his hands on the back of her dress, tangling with the strings and trying to get them undone and felt herself involuntarily arching her back, giving him better access to the strings. His groan alerted her that with this action she was now completely pressed up against him. She gasped, about to utter an apology, but found his lips firmly pressed to her own, making the task impossible. Finally, Zuko finished with the strings, but groaned when his fingers came across numerous buttons and snaps.
"This dress is very aggravating," he grumbled.
"Gran-gran's attempt to maintain my purity I suppose," she panted now that the assault on her lips had stopped.
Zuko growled with renewed vigor as he resumed his battle to free her of the dress again. He hungrily attacked her neck as he fought the dress, which drew her attention away from anything but the amazing feeling of Zuko's lips against her skin. Katara only noticed that her dress had dropped to her feet when she was suddenly able to breathe. She inhaled deeply, but not just because she could, but from mere surprise.
"Zuko!" she gasped.
"Mm, do you like that?" Zuko mumbled, placing butterfly kisses over the top of her breasts, which were only slightly hidden by her silky lingerie, while his hands caressed her sides with light teasing strokes.
She moaned in response and he kissed her triumphantly. He trailed his finger over the tops of her breasts, close to the lining of her bra and then followed the same path with his lips and tongue. He took her hands, lacing his fingers through hers, leading her back towards the bed.
Standing beside the bed, a flash of terror raced through Katara and she hesitated there.
"Katara?" Zuko murmured against her neck.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, feeling suddenly very self conscious in her underwear. She raised her hands in an attempt to hide from him but he caught her wrists easily.
"Don't hide from me Katara. There's nothing to be afraid of."
She nodded despite her doubt and tried to stop herself from trembling. 'There's nothing to be afraid of. We're married now, he'll be gentle.' She coached herself. 'Just relax.'
He kissed her again and despite her fear the curiosity within always returned his explorations with an eager inquisition of her own. The contrast between her innocence and her curiosity were a baffling turn on to him. He was subtle in the change of his kiss, slipping from a light grazing to a deeper drugging kiss filled with sensual purpose. She clutched at his arms as he dragged her further into his sensual world.
He allowed his hands to venture up her sides again and cup the soft swells of her breasts. He circled a thumb lightly around a hardening nipple and was rewarded with a soft moan. The sound made him want to toss her on the bed and finish this but he knew he had to take it slowly. This first night would shape her view of the act and he would give her no reason to feel disappointed or unsatisfied by the experience.
His other hand, trailed over her flat stomach and then lower, briefly over her panties before drifting away again. A gasp was torn from her lips in a muffled protest of this teasing and he grinned against her lips.
"What was that?" He asked lazily as his hand drifted downward again and lingered just as briefly before returning to her stomach.
She couldn't even retort now though, she couldn't speak, couldn't think. Her heart was pounding against her chest as she clung to him turning pleading eyes up to him. The strong feelings he had sent scorching through every nerve-ending in her body was terrifying but she was desperate for him to resolve it now that the fire was started.
"Help me with this." He offered, her the chance to reciprocate in her own inexperienced way, guiding her hands to his own clothing. She slipped the robe easily from his shoulders but fumbled nervously with the buttons of his shirt.
"No need to ask whether you've done this before." He teased, kissing her forehead.
"Don't make fun of me." She pleaded, looking up at him.
"I won't, it's a good thing." He told her, brushing her hair back behind her ears.
She kept her eyes on his chest though, fascinated yet again by its pale perfection with the exception of the fading scar from his last fight with Azula. She traced her fingertips over the scar and then tried to be adventurous by mimicking one of his earlier actions. She lightly grazed her fingertips over his nipples and then looked up at him to see his face was a picture of fierce concentration, as if he were holding himself back. She bit her lip pondering the look on his face until he opened his eyes and smiled down at her.
"You'll learn fast. Come to bed." He grinned, scooping her up into his arms and laying her on the bed which both taunted and tempted her. He slipped his shirt from his shoulders and kicked off his shoes. Enraptured, Katara watched as he unbuttoned his pants and slid the zip down. She had thought she was somewhat ready for all this but autopilot switched on and she snapped her eyes shut when he dropped his pants because she was embarrassed enough about seeing the bulge in his pants and seeing the same in his boxers just seemed far to intimate for her.
"Open your eyes, Katara. It will be fine." He said. She kept her eyes firmly shut and shook her head violently. He sighed deciding to appeal to her sense of humor instead. "Katara, it will be fine, bor I command it and you must obey all my commands."
She had to laugh at the pompous tone of voice he employed in such a situation. Briefly forgetting her fear she opened her eyes to shoot him a defiant look.
"That's better." He smiled, "We won't rush."
Abandoning the idea of fully undressing himself, Zuko moved to the end of the bed taking one of Katara's feet into his hands.
"These need to come off." He said eyeing her shoes. She reached to untie them but he caught her wrists again. "Allow me."
He released her wrists and she shuddered at the tingling that trailed behind the slow climb of his finger up her calf to the tie of her shoe. He took slow, gentle care in untying the first shoe then massaging his way down to her foot where he placed a gentle kiss. She watched him fascinated as he trailed kissed up from her foot to her calf, to her knee, to her thigh…her breath caught in her throat as he kissed the spot where the blue silk of her panties cut off his access to her skin. She waited, in frozen anticipation for the next kiss and almost fainted from exasperation as he moved back down to the end of the bed and began on the next shoe.
This was torture. She hadn't been sure if she was ready but the teasing was absolute murder. She growled as he kissed his way up her thigh and almost kneed him in the face when he stopped again, smirking at her this time.
"Eager now?" He grinned returning his kiss to her lips.
"Can I torture you like this too? It isn't really fair that I can't make you burn like this." She complained. She was regretting not committing anything Suki had said to memory. Nervous as she was, she hated being helpless to make him feel like she currently was.
"I'm sure you will learn it all in time." He chuckled against her lips.
She leaned into his kiss and allowed herself to be pulled closer to him. She didn't resist as he laid her flat against the pillows and began to trail hot kisses down her throat to her bra. His fingertips brushed lightly over her stomach. She ran her fingers up and down his broad strong back, abandoning caution and just letting herself feel, as his lips returned to hers.
He groaned against her lips, as she began squirming against him and his resolve to maintain control was momentarily broken as his hands wondered over her in a frenzy, wanting to touch everywhere at once.
He sat up trying to regain his focus and pulled her up with him so she was straddling him. He pushed her hair back and kissed down her neck again. He lingered at the base of her neck attacking the sensitive spot there. She moaned, one of her hands tangling in his hair the other tracing the contours of his six pack. She couldn't get over how built this he was no matter how many times she saw him shirtless.
Zuko eventually continued his path from her neck to where her skin and bra made contact. He traced the lining of her bra with his tongue causing her to shudder with all the built up anticipation. He grinned at the reaction he caused and found her nipples. He stroked her hardened peaks gently with his thumbs listening to her cries of pleasure. The sensation he was causing with his thumbs and the rubbing of the silky material against her nipples was driving Katara over the edge. She threw her head back in pleasure arching her back pressing more into his hands, wanting more, begging for more, putting herself at his mercy.
Zuko removed his hands from her body silently enjoying her groans of protest. He laid her back on the bed before he found her nipples once again with his lips causing her to begin her squirming and pleasured cries again. He let his hand feather down her body to her wet heated sex. Her whole body convulsed when his fingers first made contact with her most sensitive area. Her cries only grew as he gently stroked her through her soaked panties.
Katara gripped his shoulders unable to do or think of anything else. She couldn't do anything but wriggle beneath his maddening touch and beg for more. She wanted him and she was burning for all the time she hadn't realized they'd been resisted each other. She wanted to help she wanted to do something to let him know how he was making her feel. She was at a complete loss however and simply moved her body with his hand pleading for him to take her. She screamed her body arching before going completely lax as she came.
When she opened her eyes again Zuko lay beside her breathing hard and caressing her stomach listening to her whimper. She kissed him gently and laid her head on his chest wishing there was something she could do for him. She was unsure of herself and thus she simply lay in his arms waiting for him to speak or guide her through the next phase of the night.
She had thought that it would be happening by now. She had thought it would be over in fact but the way he was kissing her told her they were probably just getting started. Everywhere he touched set her on fire with need to feel like that again. She was vaguely aware of what had just happened to her but she couldn't be certain until she experienced the real thing.
He was patient, allowing his hands to stroke over her everywhere but where she wanted his hand to be again. This was both relaxing and frustrating. Deciding to try to take some part in her wedding night Katara tentatively began to stroke him back. She allowed her fingers to tiptoe over his body, exploring and memorizing the details of his skin but stopping at the waistband of his boxers. She still wasn't brave enough to go there.
She flushed again at her own childishness and was embarrassed as he smiled against her lips, pulling away.
"It's okay Katara. I actually don't want you to touch me there."
She was mortified by the fact that he could read her actions so well but curiosity swelled in her at his statement. Didn't Suki say boys liked to be touched there?
"Why not?" She frowned, thinking it had something to do with her lack of knowledge.
"If you touch me now, it'll be over before it's ever really started.
"Oh." She murmured, not completely sure what that meant but deciding he knew more of what he was talking about than she did.
Her worry melted away as she was soon aching, squirming, and begging again. When she felt she might die of need, he took her bra off and slid her panties down her trim legs before touching her wet heat again.
Wild and frustrated, Katara's fears flew out the window as she boldly allowed her fingertips to briefly trail over him. She shuddered at the dark moan that came from him at her actions and was fascinated by the way his muscled tensed up. She looked up briefly to ask him with her eyes, if he wanted the boxers off and he nodded, mutely. She mustered all the courage within her body as she slipped her fingers into the band and yanked the final barrier between them down, keeping her eyes on his face.
He had moved on top of her now and her hands slid onto his shoulders as she prepared herself.
"Bite my shoulder." He instructed gruffly before slowly easing into her. Katara gasped at the sensation and then winced, biting down harder than she had meant to on his skin as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
His muscles trembled as he waited for her to adjust. He sucked in a deep breath, pressing his face into the side of her neck trying to control himself. She clung to him briefly letting the stab of pain wash over her and then she tried her best to relax back against the pillows as she nodded to him. Her heart felt as though it wanted to burst from her chest as he sealed the union with a kiss that was far more intimate than any of their previous kisses.
She sighed against his lips, and then he began to move. He moved slowly at first, dragging his mouth away from hers to looked down at her.
"Am I hurting you?" He asked.
She shook her head a smile creeping onto her face at his caring. "I'm fine. It's fine, remember you commanded it would be fine."
He chuckled at her and then words and humorous quips fell away as he showed her how to move with him. When she had picked up the rhythm he returned to teasing her. Her breaths were heavy pants now and her head was thrown back against the pillows, her hair splaying around her like a wild halo. He couldn't resist speeding up, feeling the heavy wet tension that meant she was close. Her moans had turned into whimpering cries and all he could think to do was call her name. Her back arched off the bed and her cries had hit an all time desperate.
"Relax Katara. Let go, let it happen." He whispered in her ear and it was too much for her.
"Zuko!" She cried out, in astonishment as it took over her for the second time that night.
He almost came watching, listening, feeling her against him. He held still allowing her body to come back down from it's high before he began moving again. She hugged him close to her and pressed her face into his neck and when it happened for him, she leaned back to watch his face, taking in every moment of his reaction. She watched his eyes close and his head whip back. He tensed and moaned, then dropped exhausted beside her.
Katara propped herself up on one elbow to look at him, her hair falling all around her as she studied his face. He looked dazed and content and she smiled, proud of her accomplishment.
She lay against him, allowing him to lazily stroke her side and nuzzle his face against a bare breast.
It occurred to her now that they hadn't used any form of protection and she briefly wondered if that was on purpose. Was she supposed to be trying to get pregnant now? They hadn't talked about it. Her eyes scanned over his face wondering if she should ask him. Biting her lip she decided to see what was on his mind at the moment.
"Zuko." She murmured, snuggling up against him. "Do you think, maybe, there are some things that we ought to…you know, talk about?"
He turned unconcerned golden eyes up to her and a mischievous grin adorned his face.
"Before or after I make love to you again?" He drawled lazily, his voice carrying an erotic promise. Katara shivered in anticipation of the night she had thought was over.
"There's more?" She questioned.
"You'd be surprised." He grinned, sitting up next to her. She closed her eyes as his hands began to caress her breasts again.
"I…I guess it can wait then…"She replied shakily.
"Good." He smirked, capturing her lips.
She was still a novice but she had certainly gathered more courage from her first experience. She was more comfortable with his body and was less frightened at the prospect of touching him. She watched surprise quickly flash across his face at her boldness but then a wicked grin replaced the shock as he buried his face into her neck again. She had a long night ahead of her but the idea didn't scare her as much as intrigue her now. She wanted to learn everything and one day torment him as he had her.