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Bitter Alliance	By : Looneyluna Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 31138 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Eleven –

It’s as though time has stood still, an illusion that was created by man to mark the moments of existence. My lover’s mood grows more somber with the each rising and setting of the sun. I am lethargic and I can’t seem to overcome the effects of my melancholy.

We have received no more letters. Zuko plots daily. When he isn’t plotting, he’s with me. He calls me his addiction. I give him all that I am, trying to please him in the only ways I know of.

I submit to the daily exams. The healer’s touch means nothing to me now. Zuko and I have no difficulties carrying out his father’s orders. It’s when the Sages begin to chant that I become nervous. I have yet to figure out whether they are blessing or cursing me.

I stare out the window and long for the blue of the sky – a sky that has long turned red due to the effects of Sozin’s comet.

I ache all over. My intimate areas feel swollen and tender. I always feel this way before my monthly cycle begins. I want to scream. I want to cry. I’ve failed Zuko. I shall bleed any day now. I want to tell him, but I cannot find the words.

It matters not what happens to me. I know I shall suffer before I join my family and friends in the Spirit World. But I shudder to think what Zuko’s father will do to him before he takes his life.

I shed no tears, for I have none left. Our fate is sealed. Our choices are limited.

“Are you all right?” His voice startles me from my reverie and I back away from the window.

“Yes,” I lie, forcing a smile to my lips.

--

She looks sad. No matter how hard she tries, she cannot conceal the sadness in her eyes. “Are you certain?” I prompt, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against me. I rest my head on her shoulder and my hands on her flat stomach.

Katara sighs and places her hands over mine. “I’m not pregnant.”

I tense, grasping her shoulders and turning her around. Her eyes are the color of the long-lost sky. They are filled with tears as she meets my gaze.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers shakily, bowing her head in shame. “I have failed you.”

“Have you started to bleed?” I ask against her ear carefully.

She nods and I hear a muffled, “Yes, two days ago,” against my bare chest.

Katara straightens and tries to pull away. “But it stopped.” Tears spill unchecked down her cheeks. “I don’t feel well. I’m so tired, yet I can’t sleep.”

I scowl; wishing now I’d paid more attention to my instructors and my peers when I was younger. Most sciences classes focused on the various organs and how to harness the heat from them to enhance bending abilities. The more I think about it, there really hadn’t been much instruction on the female organs – just the egotistical ramblings of my friends describing frantic encounters with concubines.

Pulling Katara’s wrist, I lead her toward the bed. We settle quickly, her nestling her face against my chest. Even though I long to take her, I ease my breathing and will myself to calm down. Seducing her is not high on the list of my priorities, although it is my favorite to attend to.

I have spent the last weeks trying to figure a way out of this for both of us, but fate seems determined to side with my father. If I started a fire, we would burn. If we tried to leave by any means other than the double doors, we would fall to our deaths. There are no hidden passageways.

Her breathing evens out and she relaxes against me. These are the moments I cherish most -- holding her, closing my eyes, and pretending that we are free.

I hear the door of our prison open and I tense. It is time for Katara’s exam. The healer approaches the bed, looking over her shoulder at the Sages who are standing behind her impatiently.

“She isn’t sleeping well,” I whisper, eying the woman warily.

The healer’s expression is neutral and uncaring as she goes about examining my lover.

Katara stirs fitfully, but I shush her discomfort and offer her solace.

“Can’t you come back later?” I ask, trying my best to remain calm so as not to disturb Katara.

“Well?” one of the Sages questions the woman.

“It is too early to tell yet,” the healer replies, hastily rearranging Katara’s robe.

“Has she bled?” the other Sage asks impatiently.

“She is not bleeding,” the woman says, backing away from the bed. “Only time will tell.”

“We should report this to Fire Lord Ozai,” the third Sage speaks, openly planning my doom. “It appears she is with child.”

“No!” the healer chastises the holy men. “It simply means that she is late. Either way, we should leave well enough alone. If Prince Zuko’s seed does not grow inside her womb, what difference would a few days make?”

The Sages listen to the woman. Who better would know about the female body?

“The Fire Lord left specific instructions –” the Fire Sage nearest the healer states.

“If his seed has taken root within the Waterbender, it is best not to upset her,” she admonishes him, trying to buy me some time. My purpose is served. My father means to kill me.

The Fire Sage backs away, seemingly unconvinced, but willing to take the healer’s advice. “Very well, then. We shall discuss this tomorrow.”

The woman glances over her shoulder as she follows the Sages out of the room.

When I hear the click of the lock behind the heavy doors, I gather Katara closer, slipping my hands beneath her robe. The touch is not meant to arouse. I am merely making certain that she is unharmed.

My hand brushes against something scratchy. Parchment! Another letter! Hope is fragile – its glowing embers slowly churning within me. I open it and scan the contents.

Be on the eastern ledge by sunset tomorrow.

My brain works frantically, my heart hammering in my chest. Why the eastern ledge? It looks as though it can hardly support the weight of the cooing pigeons that nest there. It is a sheer descent of mud and rock – several stories of nothing but air. The view is nauseating when one looks straight down.

“What is it?” Katara’s groggy voice pierces my thoughts. She has not seen the letter and I hand it to her. She stares at the cryptic message for several seconds, her eyes darting to the small window on the east side of our prison.

“Are they crazy?” she asks sluggishly. “There is nothing there. Nothing to grab hold of.”

I hear the hope in her voice. It is laced with confusion and doubt. Staring at her, my gut clenches as I realize that tomorrow will bring an end to the sight I hold before me. Katara among rumpled bedclothes, looking delectable in more ways than one. I am unable to stop myself as I yield to temptation.

Her gaze rests on the evidence of my desire for her. Unknowingly tempting me, she licks her lips and nibbles on her bottom one.

“I need you,” I beckon huskily.

Scooting to the edge of the bed, she holds her arms out in welcome.

I am drawn to her, unable to resist the lure of her warmth. Standing before her, I hiss as her agile hands undo the drawstring of my pants, pushing them from my heavy erection. The cool air is such a contrast to the heat that is radiating off my body, but the fire of her mouth encompassing me nearly brings me to my knees.

Her tongue swirls a path along the base of my shaft. Her cheeks hallow, creating the suction that sends pleasure shimmering through my body. Tangling my hands in her hair, I guide her, gently controlling the depth of our union. I keep a leash on the frenzied lust that pounds at my soul. It is an all-consuming fire, harkening back to the brutality of my ancestors.

Katara groans. I feel the vibration in my tightening sacs. She has wanted to please me in this manner for some time now, but I haven’t allowed it. Even now, I shudder at the thought of wasting my seed in this fruitless way. I long to explode within the confines of her shattering body.

I try to pull away before I am lost, but my lover clutches me to her, digging her nails into my buttock with tender care. The soft sighs of encouragement are my undoing and the darkness takes hold of me. She is the only source of light, keeping me grounded to this earth as I discharge my seed into the welcoming orifice of her mouth.

I am unable to think as I crumple to my knees. She cradles my head in her lap and strokes my scar.

“I love you,” she whispers softly. The words hold meaning. I have not forced them from her like I have in the beginning.

Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. “I love you,” I reply, the words alien to me. “No matter what happens tomorrow, I will always love you.”

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