chapter fourteen: silk and satin

Ursa shifted back against the silken pillows until she was leaning comfortably against the headboard. Ozai was quick to kiss her, wrapping her legs around his hips as he did so. Ursa was growing impatient, however. She broke the kiss, lightly pushing against his bare chest. Ozai caught her gaze, searching. He could see the lust there in her amber eyes and he smirked, moving to lay gentle kisses to her earlobe. With one hand he reached down between them and stroked her, playing with the little nub there until she was twitching and writhing under his touch once more.

"Ozai," she moaned, and whether it was encouragement or a reprimand he didn't know. The smirk was still on his lips as she moaned for him and he knew it was time.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice low and sultry. Ursa was breathing huskily in his ear, and as he pulled back to look at her he found her as flushed as ever. Her lips were red and swollen from his many kisses, utter perfection to his jealous soul. She was his now. His alone.

"Yes," she whispered, nodding her head. Ozai's smirk morphed into a smile as he leaned back from her, his hands taking hers. As he was upright he guided her hands to his waistband.

"Go ahead," he said. Ursa visibly swallowed, seeing the bulge there. She was slightly frightened as she wasn't entirely sure what he wanted. She wished she had more instruction, she realized. Ozai was there to guide her, however, taking her hand and placing it where he wanted to be touched most. Ursa understood, then, and slowly but surely she stroked him through the fabric. Ozai moaned and leaned into her hand, encouraging her. Ursa's excitement was only increasing as she continued to touch him; hearing the moans she was eliciting in him was pleasurable, no longer frightening. Eventually Ozai decided he couldn't stand the suspense any longer.

"Take it off," he said huskily, looking down at his wife. Her eyes went wide and she looked up at him only to quickly look away, telling herself to shake off her nervousness. She took a breath before she relented, untying the string of his waistband and then pulling the the fabric down slowly. When she saw him in his entirety she bit her lip and looked away, her blush reaching the roots of her hair. Thankfully Ozai wasn't offended, however, and he lightly chuckled as she was turned away, removing his undergarments and throwing them off the bed. He moved close to her again, his hands moving her legs around his own. Ursa gasped again at the feeling of his bare thighs sliding against her own, so new and unfamiliar. Ozai took his hand and cupped her head, turned to the side, and brought her back to face him. She licked her lips, her chest heaving as she felt pulses of both fear and arousal moving through her. She liked the feeling of his hand cupping her cheek, but the sensations of having his bare body moving against her was unexplored territory.

"Ursa?" He asked, himself somewhat out of breath. He could see the nervousness in her now and scowled. To test her reaction he gyrated his hips, lightly moaning as he felt her slick heat against him. She almost jumped at the sensation, locking eyes with him. He moved his hand to cup her cheek once more, smoothing his thumb over her pale skin. Ursa's heartbeat slowed down once she looked in his golden eyes; so familiar, and and yet so new. He leaned in to kiss her and as he did she slid her arms around his back. It was smooth and muscular, and as she touched him he only moved closer to her. They broke apart from the kiss but he remained so close, resting his forehead against hers. They breathed together for a moment before he asked,

"Are you sure?" Ursa closed her eyes and nodded. Ozai slid a hand beneath her neck, lifting her head slightly to kiss her as he entered her. She broke the kiss, of course, and let out a short cry of pain against his lips. Ozai tried to keep himself from moaning in pleasure as he snapped his hips, fully inside her. When he opened his eyes he found her head thrown back, her expression pained. She huffed when he moved back slightly and he knew the worst was over.

"Ursa," he sighed at the pleasure, smoothing her hair back as he kissed her temple. He almost groaned again when she tensed up around him. He cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. When he saw her eyes watering he grimaced. She took a few deep breaths, moving past the pain as Ozai kissed her her cheek and her temple.

"Don't tense," he scolded, his hand smoothing over her lower belly, "relax." Ursa looked up at her husband, her amber eyes wide. She tried to focus but she felt as if she was out of her own skin. There was some part of her that didn't want to think that it was real. Not because she didn't want it to be, but rather because her childhood had stretched on for so long that even when she felt herself a woman she was regarded as a child, never allowed the respect of an adult. It was then, in his bed, that she felt her childhood come crashing down, her innocence and naivety broken as he moved in-between her thighs. He pushed in to her again, moaning in her ear, and it became ever so clear that she was not going to be regarded as a child anymore. She was a woman.

Her mind had to catch up to her body, however, and it did, waves of pleasure coursing through her as he moved inside her. Her hands were still on his back, and she could feel the silky tresses of his hair falling over the skin of her neck and shoulder with each thrust. Ursa shifted a bit and tried to come out of the daze she had been in. It wasn't that hard. When his hand went to her breast she sighed in pleasure, snapping her hips up to his on instinct alone.

"Ursa," he whimpered, "Yes, yes, like that." Another moan escaped him and she smiled slightly, happy to be inspiring so much pleasure. The room was dark, save for a few candles, and she liked how the dim light illuminated the muscles of his back and the shine in his hair. As he sucked on her breast all she did was moan as she was supposed to, letting herself take everything in; every sensation, every touch, it was brand new, and the less she thought about it the more she found herself enjoying it. She leaned her head back as Ozai shifted back to his knees, his gaze only for his new wife, admiring the way she looked as he took her. Her mouth was slightly parted, her hair fanned out around her like a halo. Ozai smiled, stroking her thighs as he continued. The one thing he didn't like was that her eyes were closed now. An idea formed in his head, and so he slid an arm behind her back and pulled her up to his chest, her legs tucked underneath her. Ursa gasped at the new connection because she was literally sitting on his lap, feeling every part of him against her. She realized that she was the one expected to take the lead now, so she lifted her hips slightly before bringing them back down, experimentally, trying to mimic the movements he had made against her.

"Ozai," she moaned, sinking into him once again, her hips finding their own rhythm. Ozai pulled her even closer, until her bare chest was pressed up against his own, and he kissed her again - this time slow and languid. It wasn't long, however, until romance was overshadowed by passionate lust, and he was thrusting into her again, uttering low oaths as he felt the pressure increasing within him, within both of them. Ursa could barely catch her breath as they neared the end, her sight lost and her mind filled with nothing but the sweet torturous sensations he was inflicting upon her. Every snap of his hips made her feel more lustful than the last, and not even her most licentious nighttime fantasies could compare to this feeling; the feeling of being one. He came inside her with a sound like thunder, the vibrations moving through her and making her shiver with pleasure. She let out a shallow breath and smoothed her thumb over his jaw, as they both basked in the afterglow, a companionable silence filling the room. He pulled out then, a loath-full l sensation, and it was then that she could distinctly feel the consummation of their pleasure, sticky, between her thighs.

"I love you," he says, the words soft in the vastness of his room, but loud just the same. He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there. She knew he meant it. She knew because that feeling still pounding inside her chest was not apprehension, or fear. Ursa looked her husband in the eyes, and the connection there felt stronger then; the bond much deeper than anything she had ever experienced before.

"I love you too."

This time she kissed his lips. When he pulled away she slid under the satin sheets, watching as he extinguished the remaining candles. He moved to the bed and slid in beside her, only a very faint amount of moonlight allowing her to see him in the darkness. He moved close to her, very close, so they were only inches apart. Ursa was too tired to smile now, the length of the day finally weighing on her, but she eagerly reached out with her hand to cup her husband's face, feeling the skin of his jaw and the softness of his lips. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing in both exhaustion and pleasure as he placed his hand over hers. It was a tender moment, and very briefly Ursa realized the softness of her husband's character. His solemn resolve was completely dismantled by his love, but Ursa liked it that way. This part of him, this tender part, was hers, and she could take this feeling and hold on to it. She could learn all his tender emotions and keep them as her own. And in that way, she knew he trusted her. For his gifts of gems and gowns, no matter how lovely, could not possibly compare to the gift he gave her that night, for it was something no one else had ever received: his heart.

A/N: I know this is quite an explicit chapter in some regards, but I've always wanted to write one before. I often think that lemons tend to be either way too blunt/boring (leaving out all of the emotions and thoughts of the characters) or they are too romantic and drawn out. Many times I also think they are often either too unrealistically amazing or too unrealistically painful. Usually, for the first time, its somewhere in between. In real life there is a bit of sexiness, a bit of fear, and a bit of awkwardness that all sort of blend together into one experience. I hope I captured that.

Side note:I certainly do not think that someone automatically becomes an adult when they have sex for the first time, nor do I think you need to have sex to be a real adult. These are Ursa's thoughts, mostly caused by the traditional society she was brought up in.

In response to sophgoph: This is the way that I have always been taught to structure dialogue. Perhaps there was a paragraph or two that confused you, but I follow normal grammar rules when it comes to structuring dialogue and my professors have never found anything wrong about my writing in that regard.

In response to K2: Thank you very much! Here's the new chapter! It's short, but I hope it's consolation for now, at least.