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Betrothal	By : hyperoo Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 14588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not Avatar the Last Airbender. It is property of Viacom. I make no money or tangible profit off of this. Only ego boosts.

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A/N: For those of you who have already read this, I've made some adjustments. Hopefully, it flows better.

“How would that help?” Zuko said nervously, unable tear his eyes from the naked, female body in front of him.

“If I’m not a virgin, Prince Hai will most likely reject me.” Katara answered
“If you and I… I mean if we… it would nullify the marriage contract.”

Zuko nervously rubbed his mouth; he finally had saliva, only now there was too much of it. He was obviously aroused, no question there. At his age, any healthy, straight guy would be. But why him? Haru was there as well as Aang.

“Aang’s too young.” Katara said, easily reading his expression “He wouldn’t understand what I wanted him to do. And Haru has feelings for me, it would complicate things.”

An embarrassed blush flooded Katara’s face as she explained herself. Just talking about the act made her nervous, she wasn’t even sure she could actually go through with it.

“So that leaves me.” Zuko said “Doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that I’m from the Fire Nation and Prince Hai will hate me anyway?”

Katara sighed.Yes, that did have something to do with it, but only if anyone found out whom she had been with.

“Only if they find out who it was. No one has to know it was you, I’ve traveled all over the world this past year, and it could’ve been anyone, anywhere.”

“So I’m convenient.”

Why did he have to make things so difficult? Didn’t he realize how hard this was for her?
She had always wanted to love the person she would first be with, but now necessity took that away from her

Zuko could see the struggle on her face. Katara didn’t want to do this, but she didn’t know what else to do. She was going to be married off to a man whom had no respect for her and would most likely treat her like some pretty trinket that was only good for showing off. Refusing the marriage would risk another war just as one had ended, but if the prince deemed her unworthy of him, she would be free.
He looked over at her, after standing for so long, the water on her body had gotten cold. Her nipples were now taught and hard. She was making it very hard to say no.

“Alright.” He sighed.

An odd look crossed Katara’s face; obviously, a part of her had been expecting him to say no. Zuko reached up and took his shirt off, revealing his naked chest and stomach. Katara looked away, her cheeks turning pink; she had seen his chest before, but never for such a purpose. On top of that, his nipples were hard and the bulge in his pants pulled the waistband down, giving her glimpses of his pubic hair.
Zuko walked over and took her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. Her looking away so quickly had made Zuko nervous. He wanted to make sure she was sure.

“Do you understand what this means?” He asked. “You’re aware of all of the consequences?”

“Of course,” She replied nervously “there’s a patch of bitter herbs growing on the top of the cliff. I’ll go collect them afterwards, that way neither of us will ha-“

“That’s not what I meant. Do you understand the consequences of this choice?”

Did she understand? Of course! This choice risked everything, a child, dishonor in the Northern Tribe, and disrespect in hers. It risked everything, but it was necessary.
Slowly, Katara nodded, looking Zuko straight in the eyes as she did. It was enough for him; he leaned down and kissed her.

His lips were warm and soft, much like her she supposed a girls would be, his breath was spicy, but not in a bad way. He parted his lips and slowly pushed his tongue into her mouth. It moved around in an odd rhythm, almost as if it was trying to dance with hers. Katara tried her best to match it.
Zuko could tell she was inexperienced, the odd way she moved her tongue against his, the fact that she was surprised when he lightly bit her lower lip all told him she had barely ever kissed let alone done more.
He of course had been with a woman before. A courtesan his father had sent him. It was entirely excepted (and expected) that young noblemen first sleep with courtesans before seriously looking for a wife. How else were they too please her?
Of course, there had also been his Firebending training as an excuse. His father had insisted on him sleeping with a woman to hone his inner fire, his inner passion, hoping it would make Zuko a better Firebender. It hadn’t worked.
Though, he had fooled around with Mai as well, but they had never actually gone that far. She had wanted to, but didn’t want to risk getting pregnant. Mai didn’t want children, now or ever. It was something that had always troubled Zuko, He was, (well, had been) heir to the throne, children were a requirement to keep power. After Ozai had ascended the throne, he had decreed that each Fire Lord must have at least one child or the throne would be forfeit. He had insisted Azulon had decreed it though, that way his rise to power was more solidified.
If Mai didn’t change her mind, he would have to marry someone else. Even when he became Fire Lord and could change that law, he wasn’t sure he wanted a childless family. A full, happy family, was something he had always wanted, even if he had to create it himself.

Zuko deepened the kiss, his right hand moving down to Katara’s chest. He cupped her left breast and lightly ran his thumb over the nipple, trying his best to loosen her up. Her body was stiff and he knew if she stayed this way, the process would far more painful than it needed to be.
Katara groaned as Zuko kissed down her neck, his front teeth lightly scraping along her skin. His mouth traveled down her body to her left breast and took the nipple he had been massaging with his thumb into his mouth.
A hiss escaped Katara’s mouth; no one else had ever touched her there before, at least not like that. The sensations from such a simple caress and kiss were amazing, but she just wanted it done with. Katara had asked Zuko to take her virginity, nothing more. She wanted to enjoy the actual act with someone else.
Her hands found the string on the front of his pants and started to quickly untie them, she needed this to be done and over with before she lost her nerve. He pulled away from her, stunned that she was trying to rush.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, looking confused.

“Why are you rushing so much?” Zuko asked “Don’t you want to enjoy it?”

The look on her face told him everything; she just wanted the act done and over with. But Zuko wasn’t going to be able to oblige her. He wouldn’t push into her and quickly finish as if her were raping her. If she didn’t enjoy it what was the point? But Katara's obvious distress and desperation would make it impossible for her to understand that. He decided to try a different, more tactful method.

“If I do it too quickly, it will hurt. A lot” He explained. “This way, the pain will be less and you won’t be as sore.”

What Zuko was saying was true; Katara knew that, she just wished it wasn’t. She wished none of this was necessary, but it was. True, she had healing abilities, but she didn’t know how much they would heal. What if they undid everything? She couldn’t risk it.
Katara took her hands away from Zuko’s pants string and resumed kissing him.
His warm, strong hands once again found her chest and slowly massaged them, his fingertips lightly tickling her nipples.
She groaned as he took her nipple back in his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Zuko’s left hand found her right nipple and started massaging that one as well. Katara responded by grabbing a handful of his shaggy hair and pulling it, not enough to hurt, but enough for him to enjoy. His left hand left her breast and slowly moved down to her thighs, his fingertips lightly running along her outer lips.
A shudder ran though Katara when he did that, she was obviously very sensitive. It would make getting her wet that much easier. Zuko got down on his knees and kissed her left thigh, bringing it to his face and lightly biting the inside. He ran his tongue up to her outer lips and slowly pushed in between them.

“Uhhh.” Katara groaned as he found just the right spot.
Zuko’s hands traveled up her thighs and pulled her lips apart giving him better access to her most sensitive areas. He reached into her with two of his fingers, finding the spot that would intensify everything.

“Zuko!” She gasped, her grip on his hair tightening, causing him to growl in pleasure.

The vibrations from his growl caused a wave of odd sensations to go through her hips. It felt so good. He pulled his mouth away and replaced it with his thumb, moving in circular motions over her clitoris as his fingers continued to massage inside of her. He longed to be inside instead of just his fingers, but she wasn’t ready yet.
Katara’s breathing intensified as Zuko’s movements sped up, she was so close.

“Zuko!” she gasped “Oh gods Zuko!”

It was odd for Zuko to hear Katara say his name with anything but disdain, let alone in pleasure. He had to admit it didn’t bother him. (And that’s what bothered him.) He knew she was close from how wet his fingers were, a part of him wanted to hold back, to tease her, but he knew better. She needed release in more ways than one.
Suddenly, the world went white and a light ringing sounded in Katara’s ears. She groaned as the waves crashed into her one after the other. Her body convulsed and her knees weakened. She fell forward over Zuko's shoulder, bracing her self against him so she wouldn't fall and hit her head on the edge of the bath.
He pulled away and helped her up, eyes still clouded over, she let him.

“Are you ready?” Zuko asked

Katara nodded. Zuko untied his pants.
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