Chapter 7:

His apartment was immaculate to be frank. I was amazed at the beautiful property Zuko had amassed. After things got started in the office he decided to take me back to his home, which was absolutely beautiful. This home was my dream home. I remember telling Aang I wanted a beautiful house that large with room for the kids and marble floors, high ceilings, and antique furniture. Here I was standing in the house of my dreams, with another man.

"Sit, Katara." He gestured me to take a seat. We happened to be seated right in front of his massive flat screen TV which was surrounded by figurines of dragons. Boy, did he have a thing for dragons. When I noticed it I also saw the dragon paintings hanging on the wall and the numerous dragon statues around the living room.

I could feel my heart beat faster when his knee touched mine. God, I wanted him. I wanted the beautiful man sitting in front of me and there was no denying it.

"I didn't want to do anything else in the office." He rubbed his temples. "I don't sleep with married women Katara. That being said, I'm not asking you to leave your husband. I'm asking you to think about the consequences. Are you willing to accept the results, even if they aren't good? Is your marriage really that terrible that you'd rather be with another man?"

I thought about it and I remember how amazing Aang made me feel, in the beginning, when he was a regular man and I was enough for him. Before he decided nothing would satisfy him enough other than being a savior. He was God and I was just a lowly human had primitive, unimportant needs.

I had lost so much of myself to be with him. Given so much of myself to support him. I didn't even know who I was. I was Katara, the mother first. Katara, the wife second. Katara, the sister next. And somewhere after many more titles and jobs came Katara, the woman and Katara, the dreamer, and Katara, the woman searching for herself. When did I get to be selfish? Aang took that choice away from me after years of my sacrificing. I gave up my dreams of being a doctor, a healer because his career needed to come first. I gave up my 20s being groomed into his wife. I gave up my body by baring him children. If we were being honest here, I gave him my whole self to make him the man he is today and now I'm left empty while he plays God.

There was no doubt in my mind. "I deserve to be selfish. My husband and I just aren't working. "

"You seemed to leave out the part that your husband was last years' Humanitarian of the Year. I knew he looked familiar."

I left that out on purpose. I kept it ambiguous on purpose. I didn't want Aang to even be a part of the conversation but Zuko was smart. He not only researched me but found out who my husband was.

"So you googled my husband?"

Zuko's brows furrowed. He was obviously pissed. "Of course I googled your husband. I've never slept with a married woman and I damn sure wanted to be cautious if I was going to do it. For all I knew you're husband could've been a mob boss, but no he's even worse. He's best saint in the world next to Mother Theresa."

"Now you know why I didn't tell you."

"Why would you ever cheat on him? He's like Jesus. He saves women and children every day and is working on a renewable energy source for impoverished countries. He feeds the hungry all over the world and even donates a shit ton of money to charity. I just don't get it. He's an amazing man Katara."

Was he seriously scolding me for wanting to leave Saint Aang? While he was saving other men's wives and children he couldn't even do half of the lifesaving in his own.

"He's a great man but he's a terrible husband Zuko. All he does is put his heart into saving other people's lives. The kids and I, however, barely see him. If I had known he would love his work more than me, more than the kids I would've never married him." I could feel the tears welling up. I couldn't cry right now. "You brought me here to talk about my shit of a marriage?"

Zuko was quick to wrap his arm around me, "I brought you here so you can make a good decision. I didn't want to talk in the office, not when there would be distractions. Truth is we know nothing about each other yet you're willing to risk your marriage on me."

"We don't have to know each other. I know you make me feel alive when I'm near you." Zuko sighed and I knew I should just give in. "Hi, I'm Katara. It's nice to meet you."

"I'm Zuko. Nice to meet you. Tell me about yourself. What do you like to do in your spare time?"

Spare time? What was that when you had two active kids? What did I like to do? When did I even have time for myself?

"I, I don't know. I don't have spare time. Between Aang and the kids, I don't get to spend time for myself."

"Well what are some good qualities you have? It's just me trying to get to know you."

"I'm a good mother."

"Besides that."

"I'm a good cook."

"Something other than what you can do for other people. Who are YOU Katara?"

"Fuck. I don't know. I got lost somehow. I got lost in the marriage and the kids. I don't know who I am anymore."

"Well to start with you're gorgeous Katara. You're smart like literally a genius. The stuff you've been doing on the programs are revolutionary. You're driven. I mean you do not quit Katara. You're creative and nurturing and you're so fucking strong. You think you've lost yourself but you've failed to realize you have been fighting this whole time. You just have to let someone see who you really are Katara because I see how amazing you are just fine."

I hesitantly looked up at him. The swirls of emotion I saw there made me gasp. Lust and desire. However, before I could ponder about it further, he yanked me to him and covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As our lips crushed together, I felt like i was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips connected with mine. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than I could have imagined and I opened my mouth with a low moan.

The kiss obliterated every thought. For the first time in forever my mind was locked into the present. The heat seemed to travel through my veins, warming me. Just as I felt a rush of euphoric bliss envelop me, making my heart sing with pure joy, he drew away. I instantly missed the lovely heat curling within me.

He rested his forehead on mine and we were both panting heavy. Gold eyes met blue ones with silent intensity

"I've never-"

He cut me off with a resounding, "I know."

He must've have known what I was going to say. I had never felt like that in my whole life. Not from just a kiss anyway. I craved him. He consumed me. I wanted more. I wanted to be closer. I wanted to be whole.

Zuko blinked twice then kissed me again, this time tangling his large hands in my hand. I could hear his breathing heavy. I part my legs for him so he could get on top of me. He gets on top and I can feel my back against the soft velvet of his couch. He grinds his hips now as he kisses my mouth. His tongue is speaking a language of his own that only I could understand.

I grow wetter by the second. I need the skin to skin contact. Feeling his erection through layers of clothing just wasn't enough. I was determined to get him undress for ME this time. He lowers his ministrations to my neck now. I moan and try to undo his belt buckle quickly.

His hand catches me as he says, "You aren't ready for that yet. Just relax. Don't worry about me."

He gives me a kiss on the lips, pulls back, winks at me and says, "Get comfortable."

He picks me up in his arms. Suddenly my shirt comes off and so do my pants along the way. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me up the stairs. He looks at me as if he's going to devour me the whole way. Once up the stairs we make a sharp right and then I am thrown onto a soft bed. He had expensive taste. I could tell the comforter on his bed was made of real fur. It was so soft I literally felt like I was laying on a cloud.

The lights go on and I get full view of his bedroom. The room is red with beautiful murals on the wall, hand painted by someone who knew what they were doing. The scene is of flames that cruise down the streets in the winter festival. The colors are like nothing else, vibrant, strong.

So he was painter? He was obviously a man of many talents.

I lay there with my hair sprawled against the bedspread with clad in my black lace bra and heels. Zuko crawls over to lay beside me. He kisses my cheek, causing my face to burn. My underwear was already soaked in anticipation.

"Are you okay?" He played with my hair as I gazed over at him in lust. Once again he was still fully dressed and I was half naked. I needed to coax him out of his clothes and inside of me soon.

"Fine. Are you going to lay there or are you going to touch me?" I draw his hand to my supple breast and he's happy to touch me.

All at once nothing mattered but, kissing, touching, biting, and having Zuko explore every inch of my yearning body with his mouth. Nothing in my whole life had prepared me for the sensations he had created within her body. The tingle of my neck, the curling of my toes, and the tightening of my stomach when the electricity engulfs my entire body.

There was an earthquake going on in my vagina and it was causing me to writhe for more pleasure. His tongue devoured mine once again as he pinched my hard nipple through the fabric of my bra. I groan into his mouth. His tongue next drew soft circles on her neck creating a pleasureful tingle. His teeth then moved down and found their way to my nipple. He sucks my right breast, while kneading the other with his warm hands. He was torturing me and damn was he good at it.

Once his tongue is steady working on my nipple his other hand touches where I needed it most. I feel two fingers stroke my wet pussy through my underwear. I moaned so loud just from the soft stroke of his hand.

He chuckles against my breast, "Eager are we?"

His coy smirk had to be the key to my demise and my undoing. I open my mouth to speak only to get the wind knocked out of my lungs when he starts using his fingers to thrust into my entrance. I buck my hips and arch my back against his fingers. The only thing stopping his fingers from being in me was my thin underwear, which I desperately wanted off.

He enjoyed this. He enjoyed making me squirm.

"What was that Katara? Are you eager or not?"

Ass hole. Before I could get those words out his mouth engulfs my clit. He forces open my legs with his strong arms and makes himself right at home.

"Zuuuko. Please."

He lifts me up and slides my panties down my legs slowly with his mouth, giving my thighs kisses along the way. He doesn't even bother to take off my heels and only slides the panties over them and tosses them to the slide.

With his hands now planted firmly my thighs he is gazing into the depths of my body. Using one finger, he gently caresses the lips of my throbbing pussy. He cups my ass and brings me to his mouth. His tongue flicks my clit and sends shocks down my spine. He is very good at it. Between his tongue and his fingers now plunging deep inside of me, I couldn't decide which thing he was good at.

He finger goes knuckle deep, he twists them gently strokes my spot with his fingertips. He sucks my clit and looks up at my face, which was probably contorted into all kinds of faces of ecstasy. I am about to ride an orgasm when he stops completely. He removes his fingers and his mouth and kisses me. The kiss now was sloppy, wet, and yearning.

He pulls back and says, "I want you to make yourself cum."

I was shocked. I had never masturbated in front of anyone before. Not even in front of Aang.

"Come on Katara. Get to know your body. I want you to be comfortable with it around me." Zuko brings my hand down to my hot womanhood. His touch enters my mouth again as I rub my clit in slow circles. I had to admit it was hot to have him watching me.

He sucks my neck and says, "Rub faster. Lose yourself in the feeling."

I do as he says and rub even faster, applying more pressure. I feel the familiar knot in my stomach. I feel him rubbing my inner thigh in anticipation. I release hard against my own fingers. I was panting and sweating and I felt high with euphoria.

"How do you feel?" Zuko asked as he rubbed my thigh.

"Good. I want more. I want you."

"My pleasure."

He goes down on me for a full thirty minutes until I orgasm twice. We lie there. Me naked and him still fully clothed. I was happy for the sexual awakening but not for me to be the only one naked.

"Why won't you let me make you feel good too Zuko? You won't even undress."

"It's fine. I'm fine." He was lying. I could see the bulge coming through his pants. "It's about you not me."

"Well I want you to take your pants off."

"Next time Tiger. I wanted to make sure you were sure about all of this. We need ground rules and I wanted to give you time to work things out with your husband because when I take you no other man will matter."

I search for my panties while I think. That was true. We needed rules if this was going to work.

"Where were these rules when you went down on me for a second time?"

"Where was your husband when you screamed my name?" I look at him with my eyes wide. "That's what I thought. Now not only is the complication of you being married, we work together, I'm your superior. If things got out at work it could look horrendous."

I slip my panties on and say, "Nothing in the office. No late nights. You have any conditions?"

"You tell me what you want to do to you from here on out. You need to talk to your husband too. If you're serious about this then you have until conference to decide. I won't have sex with if you're still unsure about your husband."

"You're giving me 20 days to figure out the state of my marriage!"

"No, I'm going you 20 days to decide if you're doing this for yourself or if you're doing this to hurt him. If you're doing it to hurt him, I have the right to not be involved in your marital drama."

"Deal."

I went downstairs to look for my pants and shirt. He followed.

"At least shower before you go home. You'll smell… like me."

"I'll be fine. He isn't home. He thinks I'm still at work." Just as I button up my shirt a young woman barges into the living room.

"Really ZuZu. You could at least answer my calls." She looks up and sees me half naked in my bra and underwear. Her face is full of scandal. I hurry to cover myself and put my pants on. "Well, is she your new flavor of the week? She's why you can't answer calls?"

"Um, Azula. You need to leave. How did you even get in here?" He pushes her towards the front door.

"Picked the lock but really Zu-" He gently pushes her out the door and slams it in her face. He leans against the closed door and sighs.

"ZuZu?" I chuckle. They had a resemblance. She had the same eyes and facial structure, just longer hair.

"My sister. Don't worry she won't tell a soul. Sorry about that."

I hoped she didn't.

"I take it you don't talk much. She said you didn't take her calls."

"My family is complicated."

"Really? I want to know more about them."

"Another time. We have to get back to the office."

"You're right." I gather my purse and my coat. "Listen thanks for the pick me up. It was great. Truth is I've never been with anyone else other than Aang. It's nice to know that my pleasure is a priority."

"What? You've only been with one man your entire life?"

"Well, yes. Aang and I met when we were teenagers so I never really got to see anyone else."

Zuko sighed, "Katara, promise me you're not doing this make up for lost time or get back at him. You have to find your own rhythm in life."

We head to the car and I ponder what he said. I guess the twenty day rule was necessary. I needed to find myself before I ever wanted to make a life changing decision. Aang and I need to have a long talk with a therapist. Someone who could really help us and me decide who I wanted. Aang may have had my heart but Zuko now had my body.

Author's Note: Chapter done. What do you think?