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Painting These Streets Blue	By : moviefan Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
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- 2
- 3
(A/N: Hey, you're back. That means you weren't turned off by the premise of this story. I'm guessing you're wondering how things will progress to the point where Zuko and Katara were getting intimate on the balcony before we jumped back in time. I admit, this is my first time where I started a story at the end and then worked backwards to show how things got to that point. It's certainly going to be interesting. And by thew way, I know Katara may be coming across as a little out of character with how, shall we say, pushy she's being, or unwilling to give up on the Blue Spirit even after he rejected her, but don't worry, that will be explained later. Not this time, but next time. So for now, enjoy the next update.)
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Part 2
“We need to talk,” she told him.
He could break out of this. As a Firebender, as long as he had breath, he could heat his body and melt the ice surrounding him. But he didn’t, not wanting to reveal the fact that he was a Firebender. It was just one more secret he was hiding from her, one more reason why what had developed between them was wrong.
“Do we?” he asked instead.
Her eyes flashed angrily. “Yes, we do.”
She wasn’t just angry, he realized, she was hurt, and that was fueling her anger. He knew of her feelings for him. Leaving her the way he had after what had happened between them had probably not only left her feeling used, despite the fact that she had found release while he hadn’t, but had also probably crushed any hope she had felt while they had been getting intimate. Damn it, how had he not considered that? She probably felt like he had stepped on her heart.
“Can you let me out?” he requested. “We have work to do.”
Her eyes flashed again, but she did as he asked, melting the ice surrounding hm. “What work? I was under the impression that this would be just another random night of patrolling.” She gave him a pointed look, narrowing her eyes at him. “After all, you left so quickly last night that we didn’t make any plans.”
While she had melted the ice, she hadn’t done him the courtesy of drying him off when she easily could have done. He supposed he deserved to feel wet and cold.
“And what do you expect?” he asked, alluding to what this was about. Sighing, he just shook his head and turned away. “There’s no explanation needed. What happened between us was a mistake.”
Hoping she would drop it, he jumped to the next rooftop, knowing she would follow. He also knew that that was just wishful thinking as she quickly caught up and resumed their conversation.
“It wasn’t a mistake,” she insisted.
“It was,” he countered.
“I don’t believe you.”
“That’s not my concern. I told you several times that there can’t be anything between us. Whether you believe that or not is not my problem.”
“Maybe I could believe that if you wouldn’t keep giving me reason to believe otherwise.”
He had to admit, she had him there, and he cursed his weakness. Yet he decided to continue with his cold indifferent approach. “I told you, that was a mistake. I got caught up in the moment due to our close proximity and allowed lust to cloud my judgment. That’s all that happened, which is why I left once I regained my senses.”
Which was technically true, he just opted to leave out the fact that it had been more than lust that had driven his actions. But hopefully she would take what he said to heart and consider that he was just some horny teenager who hadn’t been able to control his libido.
Instead, she surprised him with her next words. “And the night we first kissed? When you grabbed me to stop me from leaving? When you let me take off your other mask? Was all that just lust clouding your judgment as well?”
He stopped as they landed on a balcony, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Even though she couldn’t see his face, he kept his back to her. He hadn’t expected her to bring up that night. Perhaps he could convince her that last night was just lust-driven, but he couldn’t do it with that night. What he had done the night he first kissed her had exposed how he really felt, or at least hinted at it.
With no way to counter her point, he instead rounded on her. “Why must you pursue this? I told you that it can’t work out, so why must you persist?”
Not looking the least bit intimidated, she stepped right up to him. “Because I love you!” she practically shouted. “I love you, Blue. And I’ve lost so many people that I love already because of this stupid war. I don’t even know if I’m going to survive to the end of it. So excuse me for fighting for my love when it’s blatantly obvious that the only reason you’re refusing to give us a chance is out of stubbornness. Can you blame me for not wanting to lose someone else I love, especially because of some foolish, misguided sense of what you think is best for me?”
He took a step back from her, surprised. Her words had completely caught him off guard. But they made sense, causing him to see her, and her actions, in a new light. Of course she wouldn’t want to lose anyone else she loved. He knew she lost her mother, he knew that she had lost years with her father, and probably other boys she cared about when they went off to war, he knew she had left her friends and family back at the Southern Water Tribe when she left to help the Avatar. And who knew how many other loved ones she lost because of the war. It only made sense that she would do whatever she could to make sure she didn’t lose anyone else she loved, especially if he unintentionally gave her hope that he returned her feelings the way he had and was just being stubborn by rejecting her.
It seemed she realized she had struck a chord in him, as he saw much of her aggression seep out of her. The two of them stood unmoving as they stared at each other. Zuko found that he had no words against what she said, what could he do to discourage her from this? Actions spoke louder than words, and his foolish actions that gave her hope were more impactful than any of the words of discouragement he had given her.
She had figured out that he had feelings for her, and as long as she continued to believe that, she would view anything he said or did to keep her at a distance to be nothing more than ruse, one she was determined to beat since she was, as she said, unwilling to lose anyone else she loved. She was determined to convince him that a relationship between them was possible.
As if to confirm his thoughts, she approached him. He remained unmoving as she reached up and lifted his mask so it rested on top of his head. Her hand came down, and he tensed as it ran over his scar above his second mask before she gently and lovingly stroked his cheek. The way she was looking at him, with such love and desire, it was causing his resistance to crumble.
“My Lady, don’t,” he said quietly, his voice practically a whisper. There was no point in pretending he wasn’t interested in her; she already saw through him.
She leaned in closer, her veil parting. “Why?”
“I’m no good for you,” he told her truthfully.
His words did nothing to deter her. “I think that’s for me to decide. Whatever darkness you think you’re protecting me from the real you, I can take it.”
She was too close. He could count each and every one of her eyelashes in the moonlight. “You don’t want me.”
“I do.”
She stroked his lips with her thumb, and he reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from his face. “No, you think you do, but that’s because you don’t know the real me.”
“I know–”
“You don’t know enough,” he interrupted, knowing what she was going to say; they’d been over this before. “You only think you know enough because you don’t know enough, But I know. I know what you don’t. And this can’t work while you don’t know. You would just regret it, if not hate yourself.”
She gave him a challenging look. “If that’s true, then that’s my problem.”
“And mine,” he countered. “How can I give into this without you knowing who I am?”
“So show me who you are.”
“Stop asking that!” he snapped, letting her hand go and stepping back, only to come in contact with the edge of the balustrade. “I told you never to ask me that again. I can’t show you or give you the real me.” He motioned to his mask. “This is all I could every give you.”
“And I told you that that’s enough for me.” She came right up to him so he was trapped between her body and the edge of the balustrade. “The man I see before me is the man I love. He’s the one I want. Keep your secrets, I can handle not knowing, and I will be satisfied with whatever you can give me. Never mind what you think is best for me; let me decide that. Just let me have whatever you’re willing to give.”
Her hands came up and grasped the front of his shirt, her hold almost desperate. “Please, Blue, let me have this. For however long this can last, let me love you. If the Blue Spirit is all you can give me, I’ll take it. Let me have this little bit of you and I’ll be satisfied. If I can love the Blue Spirit and not the real person behind the mask, then that is who I’ll love, just as long as the Blue Spirt can love me too. If you’ll let yourself.” She gave a desperate, pleading look. “Will you let me have this much?”
Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it. Those same two words kept running through his head as he felt his already fractured resolve crack further. She made such a compelling argument, to the point where he actually wondered if at this late in the game it would actually be crueler to not give in to her when she knew how he really felt about her. What an overly-complicated mess.
And it was hard to rationalize things when his own feelings for her were making things even more confusing. What would be worse, to let her find some happiness in this misguided love while it lasted despite how immoral it would be, or hurt her by ripping out her heart, because the time for feigning disinterest or letting her down gently had long since passed with how far this had gone.
As his inner thoughts warred, he suddenly became conscious of the fact that her hands were no longer grasping his shirt, but had instead come up to lock around the back of his neck. The next thing he noticed was that her face was much closer, was still slowly coming closer, her lips mere inches from his own.
They briefly grazed his, and he felt a jolt of electricity go through him that had him suck in air. Her lips then hovered a mere breath away from his own, as if waiting for his reaction, and he felt his hands come up of their own accord and rest against her back, not pulling her any closer, but merely resting there.
Several seconds passed as they stood with their arms around each other in the moonlight, their lips practically touching. And then, because she seemed to realize that he couldn’t bring himself to do it, she pressed her lips to his once more, only this time she kept them there. A few seconds passed before he began to respond, applying light pressure to hers. They gently kissed like that for several long moments before coming apart and staring at each other. Then, at the same time, they came together again and began kissing in a passionate frenzy.
The part of Zuko’s conscience that was telling him that this was wrong was completely drowned out as he got lost in Katara. He kissed her like a dying man, his body responding in a way that was as far away as possible from death. Katara moaned against his lips as she practically crawled up his body, her veiled hat falling off.
Zuko no longer thought about what he was doing, he only focused on what he felt. In a repeat of the previous night, he turned them around so she was the one pressed against the side of the balustrade. Now Katara did start to crawl up his body, and he lifted her to sit on the edge. He moved away from her, lips and moved down to her neck, remembering where she was the most sensitive and attacking the area.
Katara inhaled loudly and threw her head back. She leaned back, over the edge of the balustrade, but held onto him so she wouldn’t fall. Zuko wouldn’t let her fall though as he kept one arm wrapped around her. But he needed more. He needed to touch her, really touch her. And so, barely thinking about it, his other hand went to work. It ran up the smooth length of her leg and into the material around her center, seeking her out. And when he reached her core, he found her wet and warm.
A cry escaped Katara that she was quick to muffle, slapping a hand over her mouth. At least she still had enough of a head on her shoulders to try and keep quiet, because intellectual thoughts seemed to be beyond Zuko right now as he stroked along her wet center. His lips remained latched onto her neck as he ran his fingers through her damp curls, feeling the slickness of her desire. He rubbed over her wet slit, seeking out the small bundle of nerves he was looking for, and as his finger grazed over her clit, she cried out into her hand as she jerked against him, her other hand squeezing the material of his shirt.
“My Lady,” he whispered against her neck, very nearly slipping up and saying her actual name.
She squirmed in his hold, moving her hand away from her mouth. “More. Please, I need more.”
He gave her what she wanted, dipping his fingers inside her. Katara bit her bottom lip as she mumbled incoherently, her eyes closed in bliss. The hand that had been covering her mouth moved down lower to her chest and grabbed her top, pulling the material aside and exposing her left breast. Zuko pulled back, staring wide-eyed at the globe of flesh she had revealed to him, her beaded nipple hard and protruding. Unable to resist, he leaned in and closed his mouth over the bud.
Katara’s back arched at the feel of his mouth on her, letting out a cry as she grabbed hold of him. He sucked at her nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud, and she shifted about in his hold, unable to keep still. All the while, he continued to stroke along her wet slit, probing her with his fingers.
But then he finally fully slipped one finger inside her, and she jerked violently, a stammering cry escaping her as she hugged his head tightly, knocking his Blue Spirit mask off as she pressed his face further into her chest. Little whimpers escaped her as he stroked along her insides, feeling just how wet she was for him. She was positively soaked, and so damn tight around his finger.
“Blue…” she whimpered. “Blue…”
He hated hearing her call him that, wanting to hear his real name on her lips, but knowing that he never would. Nor would he ever be able to call her by her real name. Hell, they shouldn’t even be doing this at all, but he could no longer stop himself right now. It was as if he had been possessed. If the real Blue Spirit and Painted Lady were indeed lovers, then perhaps they actually had taken them both over, driving forth their desires.
Adding a second finger, Zuko continued to stroke her inner walls, stimulating her further as he sought out that one special spot inside her that would really drive her crazy. But as he searched, his fingers came in contact with something else, something that made him freeze, and his mouth detached from her breast as he looked up at her in surprise. This pause in stimulation though only seemed to serve as a small reprieve for her though while he was left in a stupor.
What his finger had come in contact with had unmistakably been her maidenhead. Katara was still a virgin. Somehow, the possibility had never occurred to him, not with how forward she had been with him. He didn’t know why he was so surprised though, he knew that the Water Tribes were far more reserved than the Fire Nation when it came to sex, especially with their women highly valuing their virtue, and in some cases, even deciding who they married.
What an idiot he had been to not consider that she might be a virgin. He supposed her forwardness was born out of her desire to be with him rather than experience. Bad enough that he was doing this with her, but it was even worse that he was doing it while she was still a virgin. He had to put an end to this, despite his own body demanding that he take her right now.
But just as he was about to pull his fingers free, as if sensing what he was about to do, she reached down and grasped his wrist, pushing his hand against her. “Don’t… stop…” she panted.
By the spirits, how could he after hearing that? His conscience told him it was wrong, but it was drowned out by his need to keep touching her, to hear more of her sweet sounds, to bring her further pleasure and witness her experience it. And so he resumed stroking along her inner walls, feeling them clench around his fingers. His mouth returned to her exposed breast, reclaiming her nipple, and her face twisted in pleasure as she squeezed his wrist, making sure he couldn’t remove his hand.
“Yes,” she gasped out. “Gods, yes.”
Her trembling voice had him suppressing a groan. It was the sweetest thing he ever heard. If only their circumstances were different. But at least he was making her feel good after all the pain he caused her. At least that’s how his mind tried to justify his actions. Talk about a logic loop.
He really was a selfish bastard, he decided. But then he was distracted from his thoughts as she released his wrist and her hand made contact with his groin. He inhaled deeply, removing his mouth from her breast, and looked up at her as she cupped the bulge in his pants. Her closed eyes fluttered open, and her hooded gaze found his.
“I want to touch you too,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire. “I want to make you feel good. Please.”
He wanted nothing more than for her to touch him, but knew he shouldn’t allow it. Him touching her, giving her pleasure, was bad enough, but to let her touch him? He couldn’t help but to think how disgusted and outraged she would be if she ever found out who it was she was really doing all this with. Who she was kissing, touching, letting touch her.
And yet he couldn’t bring himself to protest as she palmed the bulge in his pants, closing his eyes at the feel of her cupping him. But then his eyes flew open and he inhaled loudly as her hand moved up higher and suddenly slipped into the top of his pants. A moment later, he felt her soft hand wrap around his hard length, and he had to suppress a groan.
“My Lady,” he gasped out.
“Blue,” she whispered to him.
As she stroked his length, her other hand moved to the back of his head, drawing him in, and their lips found each other. She continued to stroke him as they exchanged heated kisses, and he resumed stroking her inner walls. One of her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close and prevent her from falling back as they both gave themselves over to the pleasure of the other’s touch.
And then he found it, that spot inside her that he had been seeking. His exploring fingers grazed over the area, and she tore her mouth from his to let out a sound that was a cross between a gasp and a cry. He retraced the path is fingers had been going over, trying to pinpoint her G-spot, and when he found it once more, Katara cried out again, her back arching and her head falling back, her hair hanging off the side of the balcony.
Having found her weak spot, Zuko attacked it without mercy, causing Katara to moan and cry out, her head twirling about on her shoulders. Both her legs were now locked around him tightly as she held his shoulder with one hand, her other one stroking his now exposed, pulsing member. As his fingers glided through her wet folds, his other hand pressed against her back, keeping her upright as she practically dangled over the side of the balcony.
While it was always warm in the Fire Nation, nights could get rather chilly. And yet Katara now had beads of sweat sliding down her body as she responded to Zuko’s ministrations, her core temperature rising as her passion increased. Zuko’s own face was damp with perspiration as he panted along with her, making him want to tear off his mask, but he maintained enough of his senses to know that he couldn’t.
“B-Blue,” Katara stammered through her whimpers. “I feel… I feel… Aah!”
She was getting close, Zuko could tell from the reactions of her body, and he thrusted his fingers in and out of her while making circles over her clit with his thumb. He still remembered the way she looked when she came for him the other night, still remembered how she sounded as she cried out her pleasure, and he needed to witness it again. The feel of her hand moving over his length, lubricated by the clear fluid that had gathered at the top, only made the experience all the more incredible.
But then they were both snapped back to reality as an angry voice cried out, “What’s going on out there!?”
Both their heads turned to the door of the balcony as light shined from within. Zuko saw the silhouette of a man standing in the doorway, the light coming from the flame in his hand he had produced. It seemed their endeavors had woken up whoever lived in this house and he had come to investigate.
Zuko silently swore, pulling Katara down from the balustrade and snatching up his mask. Katara adjusted her clothes before making a grab for her hat. At this point though, the man, who was clearly a Firebender, had gone on the attack, shooting a stream of fire at what he undoubtedly deemed to be thieves or trespassers.
Quick as lightning, Zuko pulled out his swords and cut through the stream of fire, causing it to disperse. His Blue Spirit mask wasn’t on, but his face was still covered, which was all that mattered. He saw Katara out of his peripheral vision as she put her veiled hat back on and jump from the balcony. Once she was away, he followed after her, jumping from the balcony and rushing across the nearest rooftop as the Firebender who had attacked them shouted after them angrily.
As they ran along, Zuko cursed his stupidity. Not just for giving in to Katara again, but also for letting it happen in a place where they could so easily get caught. Katara had certainly been vocal, so it was no wonder they had woken up the owner of the house. They would need to be more careful next time.
He blinked at his thoughts. Next time? No, there couldn’t be a next time. There shouldn’t even have been a this time. Hell, there shouldn’t have been a last time. Or a time before that. Or a… He was losing track of everything that was going on. Not to mention he was still so hard that he didn’t think he had enough blood in his head for any rational thoughts.
First thing’s first though, he and Katara had to get far away enough so they wouldn’t get caught. And so they continued their late night getaway as they leapt over rooftops and down dark allies.
When they determined that they had gone far enough, they stopped to catch their breath. Zuko stood hunched over, resting his hands on his knees as he panted. This wasn’t the first time they’d had to flee a scene in such a way, although never for such a reason. And on that note, he glanced at Katara as she leaned against the wall, reaching up to remove her veiled hat as she rested her head against the wall, also panting.
Zuko’s already panting breath got caught in his throat at the sight of her. She was sweaty and out of breath, her face flushed. Not only was the sight of her in such a state alluring as hell, but he also knew that she had been put in it before they had made their getaway. Not only was that knowledge incredibly arousing, but knowing that he was the one who put her in such a state had his already hardened cock impossibly growing even harder.
But it was accompanied by more guilt, and Zuko found himself wondering if this would now be the norm for them? Was he to fall in a repetitive rinse and repeat of giving into his desires for Katara, only to be overcome with guilt for doing so? Just how many times had he told himself that he wouldn’t let this happen, that he would keep her at arm’s length, only for his resolve to break and end up hating himself? He knew he was weak to her, but he thought he had more discipline than this. Firebenders needed to have discipline so they could control their own flames. That control should have extended to other areas.
Zuko was smart enough to know that if he stayed here any longer, that if she made a move on him again, that he wouldn’t be able to resist her. Meaning his only option was to get away from her, and hopefully take care of the straining problem in his pants as soon as possible. It was already rather late, as they hadn’t run into each other well into the night. There had been no problems they had come across either, save for the one they themselves had created with their carelessness. Perhaps it would be best to call it an early night.
With a deep inhale, he stood up and put his mask back on. Katara glanced at him and must have thought that they were going to go on the move again with the way she pushed herself off the wall, looking ready to spring into action. He looked away from her and up at the night sky, attempting to judge just how late it was. But then his attention was drawn back to her as he felt her grasp his sleeve and give him a questioning look.
“Blue?”
He stared at her for a few moments, attempting to futilely will his erection away, before looking up at the sky again. “We should call it a night. I don’t think there’s anything we can do tonight. It’s been quiet anyway.”
He felt her grip on his sleeve tighten and glanced at her again more discreetly, taking note of the color filling her cheeks. “Y-Yeah, I guess.”
There was an expectedness in her tone. Was she hoping to talk about what had happened tonight and last night? If so, she was going to be disappointed, because that was one conversation he was planning to avoid. “We should take this opportunity to catch up on our sleep. It’s best to take advantage of these quiet nights.”
He stepped away from her, his sleeve slipping from her grasp. He didn’t need to see her face to know that hurt, confusion, and disappointment would be written all over it, but he could hear it in her voice when she spoke next. “You’re leaving? But what about…?”
She trailed off, but there was no need for her to say anymore. It was more than obvious that she was referring to their interrupted moment of intimacy. Just another one of the many things that shouldn’t have happened between them. He had to take his leave quickly while he still maintained his sanity, especially since he felt as if he was going to explode at any moment.
“Let’s meet up tomorrow night at the same place we did four nights ago,” he told her, ignoring what she had been alluding to. “It seems to be a primary meeting place for criminal activity in the city.”
Having had his say, he began to take his leave, pausing as he looked around the side of the alleyway for any signs of any guards; he really preferred sticking to rooftops. But before he could head out, he heard her voice call out to him in indignation.
“Again?” she practically demanded. “You’re leaving me like this again!?”
He glanced back at her, knowing that she was referring to the semi-ravaged state he had had left her in. Unlike last night though, they had been interrupted before he had been able to bring her to climax, not to mention they had taken things much farther this time than they had last night. She was undoubtedly sexually frustrated, but the same was true for him. And that’s why he had to get away right now.
“I’m doing it to myself too,” he pointed out, not bothering to hide the obvious. “This has already gone farther than it should have.”
He saw anger flash in her eyes at his words. “Damn it, Blue,” she snapped in the first instance he had ever heard her swear. “Do I really have to spell it out? I want you. I have for a long time now.” She gave him a challenging look. “And I know you want me too, regardless of what you think is best.”
Zuko resisted the urge to groan. Yes, he knew she wanted him. Her behavior, if not her body’s reactions to him, were more than enough of an indicator. But to actually hear her say it, Agni if that didn’t practically tear down his resolve. And she knew he wanted her too, and was determine to break down the wall he had built up. If only she knew she would be hurting herself by being with him, not knowing what it really was she wanted and was asking for.
Not for the first time, he wondered how things would be if he had chosen differently that night in Ba Sing Se. What would have happened if he hadn’t fallen for his sister’s pretty promises? Where would he be if he had accepted Katara’s offered friendship and sided with her and the Avatar over Azula instead? How would things be between them then? Would she have been able to love him then, or would it still be strictly the Blue Spirit that she loved?
He supposed it didn’t matter. There was no point in thinking about what-ifs. He had made his choice, dooming any potential future with her. That night was possibly the biggest regret of his life. Especially with how his eyes had been opened to so many things. The truth about the war, his father’s tyranny, the corruption within the Fire Nation, not to mention his family’s ancestry. How would he have acted had he known all these things in advance?
But those were questions for another day. Right now, he had a stubborn Waterbender to deal with who was in love with him when she shouldn’t be and didn’t even know he was really the person she hated. And his resolve was on the verge of shattering completely before her in light of his growing feelings and desire for her.
“You may not know it or agree,” he told her in response to what she said, “but I do know what’s best in this regard, because I’m the one with all the facts while you only have limited information.”
He felt like they were constantly going in circles with all this, and once again saw another challenging look flash through her eyes. “I have information you don’t too. And, most importantly, I know how I feel.” She took a step towards him, her stance completely open and offering, his for the taking if he so chose to. “But can you be honest with what you want?”
For some reason, those words and the way she said them struck a massive chord in him, and his resolve broke apart completely. He knew he should just walk away, he told himself to, but almost against his will, he instead found himself reaching up to tear off his Blue Spirit mask as he stormed over to her. He moved with purpose, and as he came within arm’s length of her, she dropped her hat and reached for him.
They fell into an embrace, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. The fire that had been burning between them back on the balcony instantly roared back to life, as if they had never been interrupted. No, it now burned even hotter than before as they devoured each other’s mouths, their hands running all over each other, trying to feel everywhere all at once as they stumbled back until her back hit the wall.
Katara practically clawed at him, feeling his muscles through his clothes as she pressed herself against him. Her own clothes were far fewer and far more revealing than his own, giving him far more access to her skin, and he took full advantage of it, running his hands over all the exposed flesh he had been granted access to. But his hands had a destination in mind, and that was the same place he’d found her wet and wanting before they were interrupted.
She was completely soaked, her excitement wetting the material of her dress. He didn’t hesitate to cup her wet center, running his fingers through her folds before easily inserting a finger inside. Katara tore her mouth away from his to inhale loudly, but then her lips instantly found his again, their tongues fully engaging. One of her hands gripped both his hair and the mask covering it at the back of his head as the nails of her other hand dug into his shoulder even through the material of his shirt.
Zuko kissed her as if she were the very air he needed to breathe, something he was, ironically, very much lacking with his refusal to stop kissing her. All the while, his finger once again searched for her G-spot, and immediately went about working her into a frenzy once he found it again. But he quickly found that it wasn’t enough, he knew what her lips and skin tasted like, now he needed to taste her at her core, where she would taste the sweetest. It was still with great reluctance though that he moved away from her lips and began kissing his way down her body.
The change in position meant removing his fingers from her, and he instead gripped her hips as he slowly got down on his knees, leaving a trail of kisses the whole way. Katara let out pants and gasps as she gripped his head, keeping him close as his lips and tongue left a wet, heated trail down her body. And when he got down so he was level with her center, he grabbed the material of her dress, pushing it aside.
Her undergarments separated him from taking in the sight of her most intimate area, but even with the limited illumination of the light, he could see that they were soaked through. He hooked a finger into them and pulled them aside, exposing her wet, heated flesh. Zuko felt his mouth water at the sight and leaned in as he began placing kisses along her inner thigh, slowly getting closer to her center.
“Oh, La…” he heard her gasp out, her voice quivering with desire. The tremor in her voice almost made him lose all sense of control, something he wanted to do to her.
Pulling back slightly, he stared at her wet, glistening slit before lightly blowing on it, causing her to shiver. Unable to resist any longer, he leaned in and dragged his tongue up her dripping opening. A stuttering cry escaped her, and she gripped his mask tightly. His vision was obstructed as the eyeholes moved out of alignment with his eyes, but he maintained his focus on her as he buried his face between her legs, licking up and down her slit.
Barely suppressed whimpers began escaping Katara as he devoured her. She kept his face pressed against her as her legs squeezed his head. She began giving small jerks of her hips, seemingly unintentionally as he gripped her hips, licking up her sweet nectar. He needed more though, needed to taste more of her, and so he used his thumbs to spread her open before latching his mouth over her opening and inserting his tongue inside.
Katara cried out loudly, releasing his head, and the eyeholes of his mask fell back into place, allowing him to see again. He looked up at her to see her hands up by her head as she leaned her back against the wall while shoving her hips towards his face. Her eyes were closed, her head turned to the side, and her mouth hung open, a noticeable blush on her cheeks. It was a very erotic sight, and Zuko wanted to see what other expressions she would show him and what other sounds she would make.
Zuko was actually quite skilled in pleasuring a woman orally; Mai always seemed to highly enjoy his skills, despite her impassionate nature. And so he went about demonstrating just how skillful he was as he swirled his tongue around inside her. He saw Katara squeeze her eyes shut tighter, her mouth opening and closing as she clenched and unclenched her jaw in response to what he was doing. It was more than apparent that she was trying to stop herself from crying out, and her hand closed into a fist before she brought it to her mouth to bite down on the back of it.
He offered her no mercy though as his mouth and tongue proceeded to pleasure her. She squirmed against the wall, her head lulling from one side to the other. The hand she wasn’t biting the back of fell down to his side and began clawing at the wall. But even biting down on her other hand didn’t seem to be capable of keeping her silent. She stopped biting down on it and instead covered her mouth, trying to muffle the sounds she was unable to suppress.
Realizing that she was close, Zuko doubled his efforts, dragging his tongue over her clit before sticking it as deeply into her as he could. Katara was practically riding his face now, shoving her hips against him as she thrusted into his mouth. And then her whole body tensed up and she gasped loudly before she began shaking violently. A rush of fluids flowed into his mouth as she screamed into her hand, her legs squeezing his head as her orgasm overtook her.
Her free hand closed into a fist and began pounding against the wall as her legs began to give out, causing her to slide down the wall. Zuko held her up as he proceeded to lap up her juices as more waves of her climax flowed over her. Even when her body stopped jerking and her hand fell away from her mouth, she seemed to have no strength to stand on her own. Zuko prevented her from falling though as he detached his mouth from her and rose to his feet.
He kept her pinned against the wall to prevent her from collapsing as he stared at her post-orgasmic expression. Her head was resting back against the wall, her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, her mouth hanging open as she took long, deep breaths, her makeup smeared, her hair sticking to her damp face. Never mind the Painted Lady, she looked more like a spirit of lust.
Reaching up, he cupped her face and leaned in to begin pressing kisses around her open mouth. She was still so lost in the bliss of her orgasm that it took her several long seconds before she began to respond. She eventually came down from her high though and began kissing him back, her strength returning to her legs to enable her to stand so he no longer had to hold her up. He still kept her pinned to the wall though, unwilling and unable to pull away. She didn’t seem to mind though, and only pulled him closer as she reached up to frame his face with her hands as her kisses became more enthusiastic.
Unlike her though, Zuko had yet to find release, and his swollen member was threatening to drive him crazy. It strained against his pants, desperate to be free, and he couldn’t help grinding up against her to relieve some of the tension. There was no way she didn’t feel it though, and a few moments later, she acted on it. Releasing his face, she gripped his shoulders and pushed him back slightly before turning them around so he was the one up against the wall.
She kept kissing him as she kept him pinned against the wall, but then she sank down to her knees. Zuko looked down at her as she gripped the top of his pants, pulling them down enough so his erection sprang free. She hesitated only for a moment before reaching out and wrapping her hand around it, but as she did, his own hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t,” he told her. He didn’t deserve her touch, not after what he did to her, and not when she didn’t know who she was really touching.
She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “I want to make you feel good too. Please, Blue, let me bring you pleasure.”
Damn if her words weren’t enticing. But as tempting as they were, he still knew he shouldn’t. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to refuse her. Perhaps he was so far gone that he could no longer think rationally, but he found himself releasing her wrist. She had already been stroking him earlier, so what did it matter if she resumed doing so now?
And resume she did. The moment he let go of her hand, it began moving, stroking up and down his length. Zuko groaned at the feel of her pumping him, her touch a thousand times better than his own, and he let his head fall back and his eyes close. He would hate himself later for this, counting taking advantage of her ignorance as just another one of his sins, but he had reached the point of no return. If he didn’t find release soon, then he thought he really would go mad.
The pre-cum he secreted provided lubrication for her hand, making her strokes smoother as it ran up and down his length. But then her movements suddenly stopped as she gripped the base of his cock. He didn’t bother to open his eyes though, not until he felt the unmistakable feel of her pressing a kiss to the head of his shaft. That had his eyes flying open and he looked down at her, seeing the way she was staring at his cock. Just by the way she was looking at it, her lips slightly parted as they hovered a few inches away from his weeping, swollen head, he knew what she was thinking.
“Ka– My Lady, wait,” he gasped out, nearly letting her real name slip out.
She glanced up at him, and for a moment, he thought that she had picked up on him almost saying her name when he shouldn’t even know it. But then he caught the lustful look in her eye and knew that she hadn’t noticed. Before he could say anything further though, she leaned in and took him in her mouth.
A loud groan escaped Zuko as he got a taste of heaven. Katara’s warm, wet mouth was pure bliss as she began running her lips up and down his length. His hands instinctively found their way into her hair as she moved up and down on him, running her tongue around what she took into her mouth as she sucked on him.
He should stop her, a little voice in the back of his head told him. He shouldn’t use her like this; it was wrong. And yet he didn’t, his body seemingly unwilling to pull her off him like he knew she should. Instead, his hand moved to the back of her head, assisting her in bobbing her on him. He couldn’t believe how good her mouth felt on him. This had to be her first time doing this though, right? Not even Mai had done this for him. And yet Katara’s determination to bring him pleasure was not denied.
He panted as he stared down at her as her head continued to move on him. She took in as much of him as she could for a beginner, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, using her saliva for additional lubrication. She kept her eyes locked on him the whole time, watching as his face twisted with pleasure at her ministrations, and possibly wondering what the rest of his face looked like beneath his mask and what expressions he would show her if he removed it, at least that’s what he would be wondering if their roles were reversed.
Zuko normally had great endurance, but after how long he had been kept in a state of arousal tonight, not to mention getting to taste her and feel her mouth on him for the first time, he found himself quickly reaching the end. He knew he had to warn her. Bad enough he had allowed this to happen, he had to let her know he was about to cum down her throat.
“M-My Lady,” he gasped out, making sure to use the correct name for her. He tightened his grip on her hair in warning. “I’m about to…”
He attempted to ease her off him, but she refused to budge. Instead, she doubled her efforts, bobbing her head even faster and sucking him even harder. Zuko opened his mouth to say something, but instead only let out a groan. And then it was too late. His cock began pulsing as he found his release, shooting his seed into her mouth. She kept her lips firmly locked around him, having taken in as much of him as she could.
An incoherent grumble escaped him as he continued to spurt down her throat. She kept eyes on him the whole time as she gulped down his seed until she drained him completely. Zuko felt his strength leave his legs and he slid down the wall into a sitting position. Katara finally lifted off him, licking her lips as she let him fall from her mouth. She then, almost lovingly, tucked his now semi-erect member back into his pants.
Zuko was left breathing heavily, his body feeling deliciously numb. But then Katara crawled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his center and resting her cheek against his chest where she must surely hear his racing heart. It was a position of intimacy, one meant for lovers, and it made him uncomfortable. It made him uncomfortable because he shouldn’t be in this position with her like this. And yet it seemed he was determined to damn himself. Pleasuring her was one thing, and he shouldn’t even be doing that. But to receive or take pleasure from her, that was going way beyond what was already going too far.
Several minutes must have gone by where the two of them continued to sit together like that. At some point, Zuko wasn’t sure when, one of his arms had wrapped around her, holding her close. It almost seemed natural to hold her like this, as if being together like this was where they were meant to be, but he knew that that couldn’t have been further from the truth, and he cursed himself for not walking away from her instead.
“Blue?” she asked, speaking for the first time since she had used her mouth on him.
“Hmm?” he mumbled in response.
She was quiet for a moment before asking, “Are you going to make love to me tonight?”
He tensed at that, feeling his softened member twitch in response. He hoped she wouldn’t notice, because that would open a whole new barrel of problems. “No, My Lady, I’m not.”
Not tonight, not tomorrow night, not ever. He had already dug his own grave in allowing all that had already happened between them to happen, but he would be damned if he hit that final nail in the coffin. And yet he felt a growing dread coil in his stomach, as if he were just delaying the inevitable. He’d tried so hard already to avoid encouraging her feelings and not letting things become intimate between them, only for it all to be utter failure. Did he really think he could hold himself back from taking that final step with her? He didn’t know, but he sure as hell was going to try.
“Ok,” she replied simply in a somewhat resigned voice.
Zuko didn’t like the way she had said that. Her tone suggested that she had merely accepted that he wouldn’t make love to her tonight specifically, but that she knew that it would happen eventually and was determine to wait. Was that why she had phrased her question in such a way, as if their fates were already sealed?
No, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t dishonor her. Sleeping with her would be bad enough, but to take her maidenhead, he couldn’t allow that to happen. He may be a dishonorable bastard in how he had allowed himself to lose control with her, but he wasn’t that bad. He prayed he wasn’t that bad. Yet he feared that he wouldn’t be able to resist her should she offer herself to him so freely.
Shortly after that brief exchange of words, they had gone their separate ways. And as Zuko returned to the palace, he was overcome with a strange mix of contradicting emotions, feeling both lighter than ever, but also weighed down heavily with guilt. And despite the late hour, sleep did not come to him for a long time as he tossed and turned, unable to stop thinking about what had happened between them tonight.
He was damned for sure. For allowing this to happen, his fate was definitely under the control of some dark deity controlling his fate, leading him down the path of damnation, and him unable to resist. But if there was any solace in that, it was that Katara didn’t know just how wrong all this was. He must never let her know; it would utterly destroy her. Not just finding out that the person she loved was among those she despised more than anything, but also what she had done with him in her ignorance.
And yet duty called. The needs of his people outweighed those of himself and even Katara. It was the only reason why he was still able to put on the mask and go out into the night, knowing Katara would find him soon enough, even if he did try to avoid her. But he had taken precaution this time, having found release with his own hand before heading out in the hopes that that would help him refuse any advances she might make on him.
Tonight wouldn’t be a night of mere patrolling though. Zuko had learned of a case of domestic abuse where one of his father’s advisors apparently beat his wife and children if they stepped out of line. As a victim of parental abuse himself, one that had left him with a permanent mark on his face, Zuko was not willing to stand for this.
To handle this situation though, they would rely on fear and intimidation. As such, he and Katara had snuck into the advisor’s home, scaring him out of bed and threatening him with divine judgment as the Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit. Katara did the talking though since the Blue Spirit was known for being silent, and she made it clear under no uncertain terms that he was never to raise a hand to his wife or children again, because if he did, then he would face the wrath of her and her mate.
Her mate meaning him. And although Zuko knew that this was just her following the mythos of the Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit, hearing her refer to him as her mate had him instantly hard.
After sufficiently putting the fear of the spirits into the man, the two of them had taken their leave, with Katara surrounding them in a mist they had used for cover to disappear into the night to give off the illusion that they had simply vanished into thin air. Zuko hoped that the scare tactic had worked and that the advisor would heed their warning. He surmised that he would, at least for a few days, maybe a few weeks, but he made a mental note to keep an eye and ear out in case the advisor ever did harm his family again.
With their goal accomplished for the night, now came the part where they fled and laid low for a while. Whether the advisor believed they were spirits or not, they knew that soldiers would be summoned to search the area for any intruders. But Zuko and Katara had already put a good amount of distance between themselves and the advisor’s home.
They took refuge in a blacksmith’s workshop. Picking the lock was a relatively easy feat, and they had snuck inside. Taking a look around, Zuko determined that it would be a good place to lay low for the next half hour or so while things died down before the snuck out to patrol for the rest of the night.
Neither of them were strangers to this waiting game, having done it many nights now. Both took up different positions in the workshop beside different windows, peaking out of them for any sign of soldiers approaching. Zuko doubted that they would search this far from the advisor’s home, but it paid to be careful.
After about thirty minutes, Zuko heard Katara approach him from behind and glanced back at her. Reaching up, she removed her veiled hat as she reported, “No sign of any soldiers on my end.”
He nodded. “Nothing on mine either.” He looked back out the window. “I say we give it another five minutes before we head back out. We can probably still get in a few hours of patrolling.”
She didn’t say anything in response to that, and he didn’t look back at her, instead keeping his eyes on the outside. He wasn’t blind to the atmosphere though; the energy was practically crackling in the air between them. He had picked up on it the moment they had met up tonight. There was something going on in her head; she had been blushing and acting shy since they had met at the meeting place. Was it just embarrassment from what had happened between them last night, or was she anticipating something… more to happen?
That question was answered a few moments later when he suddenly felt her press herself against him. His whole body tensed as she rested against his back, and he felt her arms wrap around him. He didn’t move as he stood there in her embrace, feeling her breasts against his back even through their cloths, and his body reacted accordingly. Touching himself earlier tonight hadn’t done a damn thing to stop him from reacting to her, and feeling her pressed up against him was setting his body aflame.
After several long moments of the two of them just standing there, he felt one of her hands slide up his body to his face. He stayed still as she pulled off his mask, letting it drop to the ground, before her hand rejoined the other around his center. He felt her nuzzle against him before pressing a kiss to his neck, her hold on him tightening.
“Blue,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper.
He sighed before slowly turning around to face her, her arms dropping to her sides as he did so. Once they were facing each other, they simply stared, the sexual tension between them almost palpable. And if Zuko were honest, there had always been a great deal of chemistry and sexually charged energy between them, long before they had ever teamed up as the Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit. He recalled feeling it back in the crystal caves of Ba Sing Se too when they had been trapped together. And if he had to pick a time when it had started, he would say it went all the way back to when he had “saved her from the pirates”, at least that’s when he had first picked up on it.
Who would have thought that they would find themselves here and now? Both of them working together to clear out the corruption of his nation, him fighting his growing feelings for her, her in love with his alter ego while having no idea who he really was, him trying to hold himself back from what she offered him as she pushed for him to accept her. Damn the gods for dishing out this twisted fate upon them.
“My Lady,” he said back to her in acknowledgement.
She was staring at him hard, studying his masked features, and he surmised that she was trying to imagine what he looked like beneath the portion of his mask that was still hiding his face. He briefly worried that she would figure it out by recognizing his jawline or something, but there was no sign of any recognition in her eyes. Was it possible that even if she did recognize the facial features of the bottom part of his face that she simply couldn’t connect the dots and see him as the Blue Spirit? It just served to prove that he was right in how wrong this was.
And yet her hands slowly came up, reaching for him. His own hands came up, grabbing her by her upper arms to stop her. Neither said a word as they simply stared at each other, him holding her arms in place as she pushed against his grip. He eventually realized that she wasn’t going to back down or stop, and he slowly loosened his grip, allowing her to push out of his hold and wrap her arms around his neck. She moved closer then, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his, the crescent moon on her forehead pressed against the material of his mask.
Without thinking, Zuko’s hands went from hanging in the air to resting on her hips, allowing her to press herself up against him. “My La–”
“Don’t,” she whispered, keeping her eyes closed. “Whatever reason you’re going to say, it doesn’t matter. That we don’t know each other’s real identities, that I wouldn’t like who you really are, that you’ve done horrible things in the past, that you’re not worthy of me, that this can’t last and we could never have a future together. I don’t care about any of that. All I care about is the man in my arms as he is, the one I know that is here with me now, the man I love despite all the unknowns and uncertainties. You may have done things you regret while under Ozai’s rule, but I’m sure many have. Those are the consequences of living under a tyrant. But whatever darkness you’re running from, whatever you think you’re protecting me from, I truly don’t care. While we’re together, while this lasts, I just want to love you. I’ll accept whatever consequences go along with that, even if I don’t know what they are. Because more than anything, I’ll regret missing out on what we could have together.”
She said all this with such absolute certainty. Alas, Zuko knew it wasn’t true. She may feel this way now, while not knowing who he really was, she may truly even believe what she was saying, but he knew that would change if she found out the truth. She could make these claims all she wanted, but if she suddenly discovered that he was someone like Zhao or her brother, she would be singing a different tune very quickly. It was always easy to claim absolutes until the reality of a situation hit you.
As was the case with his real identity, which was why he was still trying, and failing thus far, to keep her at arm’s length. But as hard as he tried, he repeatedly found himself weak to her. And as she opened her gorgeous blue eyes and looked into his, hers so full of love and desire, he once again found his resistance beginning to crumble.
“Will you let me love you?” she asked softly.
His grip on her hips tightened. No one had ever spoken to him this way before, not even Mai. “You shouldn’t love me.”
She didn’t say anything in response to this claim. Instead, she pressed herself even closer to him, her breasts pressing against his chest as she tightened her hold on him to the point where it became almost desperate. “Let me love you.”
It wasn’t phrased as a question this time, and he found himself responding to her. Not just on a physical level, but an emotional one too. She was completely offering herself to him, and he stared at her, waiting and wanting him to make a move. He told himself not to do it, he told himself to stop, but there was no stopping it as he pressed his lips to hers.
She responded immediately, kissing him just as fiercely as he was kissing her. If possible, she pressed herself even closer to him, leaning her full weight against him, and Zuko found himself now gripping her rear as he pulled her into him. She had said that she would accept the consequences of the unknown, and while deep down he knew that wasn’t an absolute, regardless of what she claimed, having her in his arms like this was overriding his sense. He needed her right now with what bordered on desperation, and couldn’t help but to accept what she so freely and lovingly offered him.
He stumbled back as Katara pressed herself against him, and he bumped into the wall. He turned them around so she was the one up against it and pressed his weight against her. Katara lifted a leg and wrapped it around his calf, and he reached down to help hold it up and lock it more securely around him. Finding release with his hand earlier tonight hadn’t helped in the least as he found himself as hard as ever, and he drove his hips into her. Katara moaned into his mouth as her hands pressed against his back, desperate to have him closer.
Katara was a good kisser, he had thought so when they had kissed for the first time, and every time after that, but her kissing had improved even more since then, and he felt a swell of pride knowing he had been the one to teach her, despite the shame and guilt that came with it. And as her lips moved against his, he couldn’t help but remember the feel of them wrapped around his cock, and he felt his already hard member grow even harder as he ground against her.
Katara clung to him as she clawed at his back, pulling the strap for his swords’ sheaths up and over his head and tossing it aside. She then began grabbing at his shirt, exposing his well-tuned chest and back. She seemed to be reluctant to pull it completely off him though, but only because it meant she had to stop kissing him to do so. Her need to feel him though apparently overcame her desire to keep kissing him, and she pulled away long enough to pull off his shirt.
Zuko had a moment of panic as her removing his shirt had pulled his mask up slightly. He released her leg and reached up and pull his mask back down into place. Katara apparently didn’t notice though as she tossed his shirt aside, but lowered her leg from around him. Zuko somewhat come back to his sense when his mask almost came off, but then he felt Katara’s hands on him, exploring his newly exposed skin, and he was once again lost.
Leaning in, she began pressing kisses against his chest. Zuko’s head fell back and a light groan escaped him as she kissed and stroked his pecs. It seemed she learned from when he had used his mouth on her breast the other night, as she began dragging her tongue around his nipple, teasing it into a small bud that she gently grazed her teeth over.
“Katara,” he groaned, her real name unintentionally slipping past his lips.
She froze suddenly, and Zuko realized his mistake and began cursing his stupidity. She slowly looked up at him with a questioning look. “What did you say?”
Zuko desperately began to try to come up with an explanation as to how he knew her name. He could just pretend that he knew who she was all along, but then she might want to know who he was again. But it seemed that fortune favored him tonight with them being in a blacksmith’s workshop, as his eyes landed on a series of different swords in the corner that had been made, and he nodded at them.
“Katanas,” he said, making it out that he had been saying the name of the swords instead of her name. “I’ve been wondering if I should go with them instead of my duo swords.”
She frowned slightly as she briefly glanced at the swords in question, looking disappointed, and he wasn’t sure why. Was she disappointed that he didn’t know who she really was? Did she want him to know? Or was she disappointed that he had implied that he was trying to distract himself from what she was doing? In any case, she seemed to believe what he had said, accepting that she had misheard his slip of the tongue. It seemed that some of the spirits still favored him somewhat by putting those katanas in his path.
Standing up straight, she pressed a kiss to his mouth before looking into his eyes and whispering, “Don’t worry about that now. Just focus on me. Don’t think about anything else other than being with me.”
She then leaned in, and the identity discovery crisis seemed to be averted. As their lips found each other once more, Katara ran her hands over Zuko’s firm muscles appreciatively. Standing on two legs once more, she used one of them to push them away from the wall. Zuko took a few steps back from the momentum as Katara ran her hands down his arms before taking his hands in hers. She broke the kiss and stared at him for a few moments, her eyes full of desire, before glancing over her shoulder. Keeping hold of his hands, she gently pulled him along as she made her way over to the large pile of hay in the corner.
Turning them around, she released his hands and placed them on his chest before giving him a push. Zuko allowed himself to fall backwards and he dropped onto the pile of hay. He lay propped up on the pile as he stared at Katara, wondering what she had planned for them. The look on her face was one he could only describe as hungry, like a starving child staring longingly at a food stand.
Standing over him, Katara breathed heavily as she stared at him for several long moments before reaching up and removing her cowl. Zuko’s eyes widened as he suddenly got the feeling that he knew how far she intended to take things this time. This caused his rational thought to return and he sat up, intending to put a stop to this before they reached the point of no return.
“My Lady–” he began.
Her hand came up as she placed two fingers over his lips and she quietly shushed him. “It’s ok. I know what you’re going to say, and I told you, none of that matters to me. I want this. I want you. And I’ll take everything that goes with it.”
She then let her fingers trail down his chin and neck to his chest, where she placed her hand over his rapidly beating heart, and she eased him back down. Her hands then slid down his body until they reached his pants that had a very sizable bulge in them. She gripped the top of them and pulled them down his legs. They got caught on his shoes when they reached his feet, and she struggled to get them off before she just took his shoes off with them. This now left Zuko in nothing more than his underpants and his upper-head mask.
Katara’s shoulders rose and fell as she panted while staring down at Zuko’s nearly nude form. She dropped his pants next to her before slowly standing up. Zuko was utterly transfixed at the sight of her looming over him, unable to believe that this was actually happening. But then he watched as Katara reached up behind her and undid the neck tie of her outfit. The straps fell away and she unbuckled her brooch before she took hold of her top and slowly began pushing it down her body.
As composed as she appeared to be, Zuko couldn’t help but notice that her hands were shaking slightly. Blinking, he took a second look at her, studying the rest of her body language, and he realized for the first time just how nervous she was. He suddenly realized that this confidence and pursuit of him that she had been displaying, it was all a front. She was trying to hide just how anxious she really was.
But of course she was, why wouldn’t she be? Just how many signs had he missed because he had been caught up in his own feelings. Going after him like this, confessing her feelings, her seduction attempts, if he could call them that, her desire to take their relationship to a more intimate level, it couldn’t have been easy for her, especially based on her culture. No wonder she was so nervous.
This brought on a whole new bout of guilt, unrelated to the other kind he had been feeling. She loved him and wanted him, and so had been pushing herself to make her wants and desires known. And not only had he been so caught up in keeping her at arm’s length to notice how hard and nerve-wracking this was for her, he had been repeatedly shooting down her efforts and brushing her feelings aside just so he wouldn’t feel like he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He now almost felt as if he were in a scenario where he was damned if he did and damned if he didn’t.
But it was only one of those scenarios that ruled his senses right away, which is why he said and did nothing as he watched as Katara slowly pushed the dress down her body. And once it fell past her hips, it dropped in a heap around her feet. Zuko’s eyes had followed the material as it fell, but they now slowly ran up her body. He stared mesmerized at her shapely legs, her slim waist, her flat stomach, her perky breasts, and finally, her flushed face. If he hadn’t known that she was actually Katara, looking at her like this, he would definitely have believed that she was the real Painted Lady. Only a spirit or a divine being of some kind could be so utterly perfect.
He noticed as her arms twitched at her sides, as if she instinctually wanted to cross her arms over her chest to cover up, but was holding herself back. Her expression was noticeably more nervous-looking now, and he wondered how he had ever missed her unease before, making him feel even more guilty for not appreciating the courage it took for her to pursue him as she had been. But those thoughts were far away as he appreciated the sight before him. Only her undergarments hid her private area, preventing him from seeing her in all her glory.
Sensing that she was waiting for some type of acknowledgment from him, he found himself speaking his mind. “You really are the Painted Lady. Pure, divine perfection.”
Her blush deepened, but some of her nervousness disappeared as she smiled. “No,” she said quietly as she stepped out of her sandals and approached him. “No spirit, no goddess, no divine being of any kind. Just a normal human girl who loves you.”
She crouched down in front of him and practically crawled up his body, kissing a path up his torso as she slid over him so her breasts dragged up his legs, stomach, and chest. He felt her erect nipples as they pushed into his chest as she laid on top of him and pressed her lips to his. They kissed tenderly for a short while before she broke the kiss and lifted herself up slightly. Then she reached up and undid the bun she had at the top of her head, letting the rest of her hair down completely. Then she rested that same hand down on his chest, sliding it around as she admired his muscles before settling it over his heart and looking into his gaze.
“Put your hands on me, Blue,” she told him quietly. “Touch me.”
Zuko couldn’t have controlled himself if he wanted to. His hands slowly came up to her sides, then slid over her smooth skin, one settling on her lower back and one on her upper. Katara leaned in again and he pulled her down to him, and they kissed deeply. Her breasts were squashed against his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to get even closer to him as they kissed.
In the darkness of the blacksmith shop, illuminated only by the stars and moon, they rubbed their bodies against each other on the bed of hay. Only their undergarments separated their nether regions as they grinded against each other. Zuko’s swollen member was desperate to get free and feel her wet heat as Katara pushed her hips against his. Any thoughts to the rightness or wrongness of this were absent; he was too far gone to think about such things. All he could focus on was the girl in his arms.
Holding her close, he turned them over so he was on top, pressing her into the hay. Her legs came up on either side of him so he was cradled between her thighs, and he felt her hands move down to his underpants and begin to push them down. She ran her hands over his lower body as she did so, stroking and squeezing his rear. Zuko groaned into her neck as she pulled him into her, and as his erection was freed from its confinements, he rubbed it against her still clothed crotch.
Her feet took over when her hands could no longer reach, sliding up the length of his leg to hook her toes into the material of his underpants and push them down. Zuko shifted above her as he kicked them off, his upper-face mask being the only stitch of clothing he still wore. There was just one thing left to get in their way, but Katara had already set about taking care of that herself as she pushed the last of her undergarments down her hips.
Zuko grew impatient. He needed to feel her against him now, without any barriers. He couldn’t do anything about his damn mask, but he wanted the rest gone. He rose up and turned onto his side, grabbing at Katara’s undergarments and pulling them the rest of the way down. She even lifted her legs to aid him, and once they cleared her feet, she was left bare before him. Zuko’s eyes drank in the sight of her as she laid there in all her naked glory, looking both shy and embarrassed, but wearing a small smile all the same. She truly was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; even Mai paled in comparison.
With her eyes emotional and wanting, she held up her arms, reaching for him in a silent bid for him to come to her. Unable to resist, Zuko lowered himself over her once more, and they both let out simultaneous breathy moans as their naked bodies came in full contact with each other. Zuko closed his eyes as she cradled his hips between her thighs, his length resting against her groin and lower stomach. Her curls tickled the underside of his cock, and just beneath that, he could feel the heat of her desire. He couldn’t help but to let out a groan as he rubbed himself against her, her hands running up and down his back, rear, and sides in response.
“Blue,” she cooed in a breathy voice. “Please, take me. Make me yours.”
Zuko may have been gone, but he wasn’t so far gone to not maintain some of his rationality. He couldn’t bring himself to deny her, to deny them both, but he also knew that he could still never reveal his identity to her. Before anything else happened, whether it should or not, he had to make sure she truly understood the truth of what their relationship would be and make sure she held no illusions that things might change in the future.
“My Lady, listen to me,” he told her as he stroked her cheek. “If we do this, it can’t change anything between us. We don’t have a future, nor can we ever know each other’s identities. This can’t last, and will only be a fleeting thing. I need you to understand that.”
The sadness and heartbreak that appeared in her eyes was unmistakable, but the love and desire that also reflected in them didn’t diminish. And a few moments later, she gave him a nod. “I understand.”
He gave her a serious look. “And in understanding, are you absolutely sure this is what you want? You’re certain?”
Reaching up, she took hold of his hand that was stroking her cheek and turned her face into it, nuzzling his palm before pressing a kiss to his fingertips and looking back up at him. “I’m sure, Blue. I understand what this means for us, and I’m ok with it. I told you already, I love and want you, and I will take however much of whatever you can give for however long it lasts. I’d rather have my first time with you than lose it to some person I don’t even know yet in the future.”
She reached up and cupped his cheeks, bringing him down so she could kiss him. And when the kiss ended, she looked into his eyes with just as much seriousness as he had displayed. “I want this, Blue. Even if it’s only once, I want to experience it with you.”
Her words could make even the most noble man crumble, and the raw desire in her eyes was something he couldn’t deny. If she wanted the Blue Spirit, then he could give her the Blue Spirit, even if he could never have her as Zuko. And yet he still couldn’t help but feel as if he was doing something truly dishonorable by giving in like this. Yet he also felt that at this point it would simply be cruel to deny her. Or was that just his mind doing mental gymnastics to justify his actions?
But then the choice was taken out of his hands completely. As if sensing his hesitation and reluctance to give in, she reached down and took hold of his member, causing him to close his eyes and groan. She shifted underneath him, tilting her hips up slightly as she brought him in alignment with her wet opening.
He bit back another groan as she ran his head up and down her slit, coating it with her wetness. Then she began to insert him inside her, and he felt her nether-lips part to welcome him into her body. Both their mouths fell open in a silent gasp at the exquisite feeling, and she pulled him into her more as she took in his head.
Once his head was inserted, she released him and her hand rejoined her other one on his rear. She parted her legs further as she applied pressure to his rear, encouraging him to push into her more, and Zuko was overcome with the desperate desire to drive himself into her. He kept himself in check though, resisting his body’s demands to just take her, but there was no holding back from what they both wanted, and he found himself slowly pushing into her. Katara’s already open mouth opened further, her bottom lip trembling slightly as he inserted more of himself.
But then he came in contact with the fleshy barrier inside of her and he froze. In his lustful, mind-numbing state, he had forgotten that she was a virgin; as if he needed any other reason to despise himself for what he was doing. How could he have forgotten that she was still a virgin and that most of her confidence was a front? He had half a mind to pull out and call all this off, but then she lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around his calf, as if somehow knowing what he was thinking and moving to stop him.
“Please,” she practically whimpered.
His fists clenched, squeezing handfuls of hay in the process. How could he resist her when she begged like that? Cursing his weakness, he dropped his face into the crook of her neck. He breathed in her scent and began pressing kisses to the sensitive area. She whimpered in response, her hands sliding up his body and settling on his back as she hugged him tightly, her leg around his calf curling around him more securely.
Zuko lifted his head out of her neck and let out a hiss of pleasure. He felt Katara’s hand on the back of his head as she pulled him in for a kiss. As their lips and tongues moved against each other, he slipped a hand between their bodies and grasped one of her breasts, kneading and massaging it. She moaned into his mouth in response, her grip on the back of his head tightening. All the while, he gave slow, shallow thrusts with his hips so he pushed against her maidenhead, but didn’t break it. It was no easy feat to hold himself back like this though with how good it felt, even if just a small portion of himself was inside her.
Katara broke the kiss with a gasp and looked up at him with hooded eyes. “Just push. I don’t want to wait anymore. Please, take me. Make love to me. I want you to. Do it. Now!”
Zuko grit his teeth. Against her begging and the feel of her that was surrounding him, he could no longer hold himself back. He cursed his weakness one final time, pulled his hips back, and then drove into her. He felt himself collide with here virgin barrier, felt it give, and then break. He slid inside of her completely, only stopping when his hips met hers and he could go no further. Katara let out a pained cry and jerked beneath him, her hold on him tightening and her nails digging into his back as she buried her face into his shoulder. Zuko hated having to cause her pain, and even considered it another nail in the coffin of guilt he had made for himself.
But as guilt-ridden as he was, there was nothing that could distract him from the absolute bliss of being inside Katara. He was fully sheathed, from his tip to his base, in her wet heat. He could feel the end of the head of his cock pressed up against her cervix, as if he fit her perfectly. It was the most delightful sensation he ever experienced. She gripped his full length, her inner walls massaging his shaft, as if attempting to pull him in deeper.
Closing his eyes, he attempted to hold himself still as he gave her time to adjust to his invasion. He still couldn’t believe that this was happening, that he was actually inside Katara, that he had taken her virginity, that she had willingly given it to him. But then he was burdened with more guilt as that little voice in the back of his head reminded him that she hadn’t give it to him, she had given it to the Blue Spirit. She would never give it to the real him. She would be repulsed at the thought of ever having to touch him. Yet he had taken her anyway, allowing her naively ignorant claim of not caring who he really was to be his excuse to lay claim to her. He really was a bastard.
He pushed those thoughts away. If he was going to damn himself, then he wanted to at least enjoy the experience of lying with her. Being inside her felt like pure heaven, as if they were quite literally made for each other. But regardless, he knew it would still take some time for her to get used to him, and so he kept himself still, even though every fiber of his being demanded he start moving. He wanted Katara to fully enjoy this, to feel as little discomfort and experience as much pleasure from their union as possible.
She was still clinging to him, her arms embracing him tightly as her nails dug into his back, her legs bent at the knee on either side of him, squeezing his waist. Her face remained buried against his chest, but as she slowly relaxed, she laid back, resting her head against the hay. Zuko studied her face and saw that her eyes were closed. Her mouth was slightly parted as she took slow, deep breaths, and he resisted the urge to kiss her, giving her all the time she needed for the pain and discomfort to pass. And as the seconds ticked by, her hold on him slowly loosened, her nails no longer digging into his skin.
Biting the inside of his cheek as he fought to remain immobile, he felt Katara’s legs relax as they came down to rest on either side of his. Her arms no longer squeezed him, but remained wrapped around him in an embrace. Zuko attempted to distract himself from his body’s demands as he studied her face, both so he would always remember this moment and to gage what she was feeling. He watched as the tension drained out of her and she became more relaxed, her features softening as her discomfort faded.
She kept her eyes closed as she continued to take long, deep breaths, but then her face scrunched up again as a whimper escaped her, and she looked as if she were about to cry. He did indeed see tears appear in the corners of her eyes, and one of her arms unwrapped from around him as she wiped one away that rolled down her cheek with the back of her hand, messing up her makeup further.
“My Lady, are you alright?” he asked in concern.
Her eyes opened, and more tears slid down her face as she looked up at him. The smile she gave him though was a truly joyful one, as if her happiness was too much for her to keep contained, and he realized, much to his astonishment, that her tears weren’t simply caused by pain, but were products of how overjoyed she was. She once again wrapped her arms around his neck so she was practically hanging off him as she bent her knees on either side of him once more.
“I’m wonderful,” she whispered, sounding utterly mesmerized. “I feel perfect.” She then lifted her head and pressed a loving kiss to his lips before resting it back down on the hay once more. “I can feel you. You’re inside me. You fill me so completely. It feels like I’ve been waiting for this forever.”
He could certainly relate, as he too felt like he had wanted this for so long. While he had acknowledged his attraction to her pretty much since they had met, and had even found release with his hand to thoughts of her many nights while aboard his ship chasing down the Avatar, he hadn’t ever thought this moment would come to be. But it wasn’t until they had started working together as vigilantes and he had discovered that his feelings for her had changed after she began to pursue him that he realized just how much he wanted her, and for how long.
He had tried so hard to hold back, trying to do right by her, but he had failed. And despite knowing how wrong he was for giving in, he also found that he was glad for his weakness if it meant getting to experience this with her. He would regret his actions and hate himself for this later, he knew that, but not right now, not while he was inside her, he couldn’t.
Katara continued to hold him, her slow deep breaths causing her breasts to rub against his chest. She shifted beneath him, as if seeking something, and her face twisted in concentration before she looked up at him. “Blue, could you…” her cheeks colored, “try moving?”
He glanced down the length of their bodies to where they were joined, then looked back at her. He wanted nothing more than to start thrusting, but he needed to make sure her body had adjusted and could handle that. “Are you sure you’re ready? It doesn’t hurt anymore? You can take all the time you need, there’s no rush.”
Her smile widened in gratitude and she gave him a nod. “I’m ok, Blue. It’s still a little tender, but I…” she shivered beneath him again, and her lips parted in a small gasp, “but I need it, I need to feel you moving. It feels like I’m going to go crazy if you don’t.”
He knew the feeling; it felt as if he too would go mad if he didn’t start moving. He started out small though, giving her a slow, shallow thrust. A light gasp escaped her and he paused. He waited a few seconds, looking for any sign that he was causing her pain, and when he found none, he gave another experimental thrust. This time she sucked her lips into her mouth in response, as if to stop herself from making any noise. Worried he might have hurt her, he gave her a questioning look he hoped she would be able to decipher with his mask in place. She seemed to pick up on his silent question though and nodded at him.
“Keep going,” she said quietly. “It still hurts a little, but it’s fading. And…” she blushed once more, “what you’re doing feels good.”
Just hearing her say that greatly increased his need to drive into her, but knowing that she still felt some pain kept him in check. He began gently and steadily moving within her, rocking his hips against hers. He saw her eyes go wide at the sensation he had begun to stir up within her, and her hand gripped his shoulders as he moved above her. He continued to watch her as he set a rhythm, studying her reaction to his body’s movement.
At first her responses were silent, the mere opening and closing of her mouth in time with their hips meeting, her eyes widening and un-widening as well. But then her responses were soon accompanied by light pants that slowly grew into loud intakes of air. These inhalations were soon accompanied by the occasion whimper, and then the occasional moan.
One of Zuko’s hands snaked through the hay and came up to cradle the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He gently lowered himself on her, delighting in the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest and her nipples poking into him as their bodies rubbed together. She went from gripping his shoulders to wrapping her arms around his neck, their faces just a few inches apart. Zuko was panting at this point as well, and their breath mingled as his lips hovered over hers.
Following his lead, she cupped the back of his head as well and pulled him down, their lips meeting in a kiss. Katara opened up to him and their tongues engaged with each other. She no longer seemed to be feeling any discomfort, or if she did, he was sufficiently distracting her from it, and so he increased the pace of his thrusts.
Katara tore her mouth from his at the increase in speed and let out a whimpering moan. The hand at the back of his head went around her neck again as she hugged him to her, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He did the same, breathing in her scent and tasting the saltiness of her skin as he held her to him. All the while, she continued to let out little whimpers in his ear, and he brought his lips to her own to whisper into it.
“Move with me, My Lady,” he told her.
At first, she did nothing, and Zuko determined that, as a virgin, she didn’t really know what to do. But then he felt her lift her hips slightly and push up at him as he brought his hips forward. This meeting resulted in him letting out a groan, and Katara whimpered much louder this time. It took her a little while to match the rhythm he had set, but soon she was thrusting back in time with him.
“Gods!” she exclaimed suddenly as their hips met once more, and he felt a swell of pride at knowing he had been the one to make her cry out so. And as they moved together, Katara’s whimpers and moans became louder and more frequent as the occasional cry escaped her.
Zuko truly didn’t think he would find a greater pleasure than being with Katara. Even sex with Mai and any other woman he had been with compared to what he was feeling with Katara. She was so wet and hot inside, he felt like he was going to melt into her very being, her inner walls gripping him so tightly it was almost too much to bear. Sweat trickled down both their bodies, their motions causing hay from higher up the pile to rain down on them and stick to their wet bodies, but Zuko barely noticed, and it seemed that Katara didn’t either. She was crying out almost regularly now, her face twisting in pleasure when it wasn’t buried against his neck or chest.
“M-More,” she stammered out. “I need… More!”
He obliged, driving himself into her faster and harder, and she let out a cry of “Yes!” in response. Any pain she may have still have felt appeared to be gone, allowing her to feel only the pleasure of their union. Keeping his hand at the back of her head, his other one pushed through the hay and found place on her lower back, and he began pulling her into him in time with their movements, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper.
Katara’s head fell back, nearly getting buried in the hay as she let out a loud cry. Her face scrunched up in what appeared to be tortured pleasure as she squeezed her eyes shit and bit down on her bottom lip. Adjusting her arms, she slipped them beneath his, running them down his back until she was gripping his rear. Spreading her legs even wider, she began pulling him into her as well, and he found himself reaching places in her even deeper still.
They continued to move like that, pushing and pulling against each other. Zuko lifted his head and looked down at her, taking in her disheveled appearance. She looked a mess with her hair and hay sticking to her damp face, and he couldn’t help but think how sexy she looked in such a state. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth hung open as she let out a cry every time he drove into her, her head lolling from the left to the right. The occasional grunt and groan escaped him as well, and he shivered in delight when she discovered she could squeeze her inner muscles around him and began driving into her harder. Unable to resist, he leaned in and kissed her hard before resting his chin on her shoulder as they continued to thrust against each other.
Zuko wasn’t sure how long they continued on like that, but he became conscious of her nails beginning to dig deeper and deeper into his bottom, and the sounds she made coming out faster and louder. Finally though, she spoke for the first time in a while that didn’t include her calling out to the spirits or saying her name for him.
“Oh, gods, B-Blue,” she whimpered in a trembling voice as her body jerked in time with his movements. “S-Something’s c-com-ing.”
He panicked for a moment, thinking they had been found, and lifted his head to look down at her. “What is it, My Lady? What’s coming?”
It seemed as if even in this moment of panic, his body was unwilling to stop, as he continued to drive into her. But it seemed that she was so lost in pleasure that she didn’t even register his worry. “S-Something, ah, big. Bigger than, mmm, anything I’ve, ah, felt before.” Her eyes suddenly flew open, but she didn’t even seem to see him with the way they were glazed over in wonder. “I feel… I feel… it…”
His concern vanished to be replaced with pride as he realized what was happening, and he lowered his head onto her shoulder again, doubling his efforts as he was overcome with the desperate need to see her come undone. “You’re about to cum, My Lady.”
Her teeth chattered slightly as she tried to speak. “C-Cum. N-Never this hard…”
“It’s ok, My Lady. Do it. Let it happen. Cum for me. I’ve got you.”
He watched as it happened, unable to tear his eyes away. Her cries came out more and more as she squeezed his rear to the point that he would have quarter-moon shapes imprinted on it. Then he witnessed as her eyes quite literally rolled into the back of her head before it fell back into the hay as her back arched and she let out what bordered on a scream.
On reflex, Zuko moved his hand from the back of her head and covered her mouth to silence her scream so she wouldn’t be heard by anyone who might be in the vicinity. He was unable to keep silent himself though as he let out a rather loud groan at the feel of her cumming around him. It was almost enough for him to join her in climax as well, but he grit his teeth and did his best to control his breathing. Some of the hay around them began to blacken and smoke from his strain of holding himself back before he managed to maintain control so he didn’t cause it to burst into flames.
Katara didn’t even seem to notice as she got lost in her orgasm. Her whole body was shaking and jerking beneath him, her arms flailing about wildly. She ended up grabbing handfuls of hay that she crushed in her grip and began swinging around as well, and Zuko couldn’t help but imagine that if they were in his bed back in the palace that it would be his bedsheets that she would be twisting in her grip and yanking at instead. That was truly a sight he would love to see, but knew that this moment would have to be what he would have to settle for, and even that was pretty damn good.
She continued to thrash around beneath him for several more seconds before she began to settle down. Her body jerked a few more times as her orgasm came to an end, and she finally went still. He could feel her breathing heavily against his hand and, deciding it was safe, he removed it from her mouth. Katara continued to huff and puff, her eyes closed in bliss from the euphoric state she was in, and Zuko couldn’t decide what was sexier, the look on her face as she writhed around in pleasure or the post-orgasm one she now wore.
Her hair and hay was stuck all over her wet face, and Zuko went about picking off the individual pieces of the latter as her breathing returned to normal. He then began brushing the locks of hair from her face, allowing him to fully take in her flushed features. Her Painted Lady makeup was a smeared mess, and yet Zuko still couldn’t help but think that she looked beautiful.
As he proceeded to brush her hair out of her face, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him. He could see that her eyes were wet again, and more tears appeared in the corners, as if she were on the verge of crying. This worried him for a few moments before she reached up and cupped his cheeks, then pulled him down to her, where she began raining kisses over every inch of what was exposed of his face.
She eventually restricted her kisses to his lips again, and he cupped the back of her head once more as he began kissing her back. Wrapping her arms around his neck again, she coiled one of her legs around him and they turn onto their sides as they continued to make out heavily. He was still inside her, his cock still hard and throbbing, but he had stopped moving when her orgasm began, both to let her ride it out and so he could experience hers as well, not to mention to prevent himself from exploding inside her.
But now his body was demanding that he start moving again. Katara seemed to pick up on his need and stopped kissing him. She glanced down the length of their bodies, then looked back at him. Keeping her eyes on his, she wrapped the leg around him even tighter as she began to move against him. Zuko let out a light groan and began moving his hips as well. A short while later, they found a rhythm and began moving in sync with each other.
They kept their eyes locked on each other the entire time as they held each other, and Katara was soon releasing those breathy moans he loved to hear. Looking into each other’s eyes like this as they made love felt so much more intimate, and that tore Zuko up inside since he knew he didn’t deserve it. But he would take this blessing the spirits had granted him and make the most out of it, both for him and for her. Especially for her, for however long it lasted, and he would make sure to not taint her experience with the horrible truth. Sometimes, ignorance truly was bliss.
The dark thoughts must have been present on his face, and she either read them in his eyes or expression. Leaning in, she pressed a lingering kiss to his lips before hugging him tightly and whispering in his ear. “It’s ok, Blue. You can let go. Whatever darkness you’re carrying, give it to me. I’ll take it. Lose yourself in me. I can handle it.”
He let out another groan at this and buried his face into her shoulder as he practically crushed her against him. They ended up turning over again so he was on top of her once more, and he began driving into her even more roughly than before. She responded by wrapping both legs around his waist and hooking her arms under his to hold himself close.
“Yes,” she gasped out. “Do it. Use me. Lose control. I’ll take it all. I want it all.”
Once again, she was saying something without truly knowing what she was asking for. And it wasn’t just the fact that she didn’t know who he was. It was all the pain and burdens of his past, all the sins he committed, all the misguided things he’d done. He did indeed carry a great deal of darkness in him, so much so that he had faced an existential crisis and spiritual torment.
And that didn’t even get into the pain of his past. He’d but given her a small example of it that night in the crystal caves before he had betrayed her, but there was so much more he was carrying. He couldn’t put that on her, especially since she didn’t know who he really was and what she was asking for. Not only did he not have the right, but he didn’t want to pass all that darkness and pain onto her.
But he could at least lose himself in her. To let go of everything that burdened him and get lost in her. He would accept her offer on that, and so he began driving into her more roughly, going faster and harder. His hands went beneath her to grab her rear, pulling her into him as he slammed into her. He felt her legs tighten around him in response and she hugged him tighter, her hands gripping his shoulders hard.
He was afraid he might be hurting her with how rough he was being for her first time, but once he had started to let go, he found he couldn’t stop. In any event, the sounds she was emitting sounded anything but pained, and when she was able to, she spoke words of encouragement to him amongst her pleasured cries.
He grit his teeth against his own overwhelming delightful feeling as it drowned out all his darkness, freeing him from all the hurt and pain he was carrying for as long as he was with her. From the sounds she made and the reactions of her body, he surmised that he even gave her another orgasm or two, but he had all but lost all awareness as he gave himself over to their union, only knowing it, her, and the pleasure they were sharing.
But it couldn’t last forever. He couldn’t last forever. As impressive as he knew his stamina was, everyone had their limit, and he eventually found himself approaching his. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back his release any longer, and so he strove to reach it.
“My Lady,” he managed to gasp out amongst his thrusts. “I’m about to…”
It seemed only fair to warn her, but when he did, her legs only tightened around his as she locked her heels together, making it impossible for him to pull out even if he wanted to. And what she said next nearly caused him to lose his mind. “Do it. Cum in me. I want you to. I want to feel it. I want all of you in me. I’ll take care of it. Please, let me feel it. Cum in me.”
Her words drove him onward, his thrusting so aggressive now that the pile of hay they were lying on shook apart, a good portion of the top sliding down the other side. He wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by “take care of it”, as her statement could have multiple meanings and implications, but regardless, it was apparent that she had no intention of letting him pull out. He trusted her though, and so held nothing back, feeling his releases getting closer and closer.
He let out a loud cry of his own as he reached the end, and his cock exploded inside her. It was pure bliss in the most literal of sense. He pressed his hips as hard as he could into her as spurt after spurt erupted from him as he came harder than he ever had in his entire life. Katara’s own cry joined his as she found release with him, his climax seemingly triggering another orgasm in her. Neither were in the right state of mind to even think about silencing themselves as their cries rang out int the night.
It was not only the greatest orgasm he ever experienced, but also quite possibly the longest as all concept of time faded out along with everything else. As it came to an end though, he felt all the strength drain from his body, and he collapsed on top of her. She continued to twitch beneath him, emitting small, squeak-like sounds as the last few waves of her own orgasm ran through her. She continued to cling to him, though her grip on him did loosen, her legs going slack and sliding down to rest on either side of him.
They laid together after that, both of them breathing heavily. Zuko could feel Katara’s heart racing despite her breasts being pressed up against his chest, and he knew that she must feel his as well. Slowly, their heart beats regulated and their breathing evened out, neither of them seemingly having the strength to move, or the desire to do so even if they could.
Time passed as they continued to lay together in an entanglement of limbs. Several minutes ticked by, fifteen or twenty Zuko surmised, before he felt any semblance of his strength returning. The mildly warm temperature of the night had caused their sweat to cool, practically gluing their bodies together as Zuko lifted himself off her, their skin sticking together. Katara seemed reluctant to let him go, but still allowed her arms to fall away from where they had been locked around him as he rolled off her to lay on his side.
With the heat of their passion having passed, Zuko stared up at the ceiling, feeling overcome with shame, guilt, and self-loathing. What had he done? What in Agni’s name had he done? How could he have actually slept with her? He had gone and done the one thing he had sworn he wouldn’t do. What had he been thinking? Not only had he slept with her, but he had taken her virginity, something he’d had no right to do. Him, Zuko, her enemy, one of the people she despised more than anything but didn’t know was the one she had actually given her maidenhead to.
What kind of selfish, dishonorable, twisted bastard was he to do that? Or, perhaps, what kind of pathetic, undisciplined, weakling was he to not be able to resist taking her like some kind of animal? He hadn’t even thought to make her first time more special than a tumble in a pile of hay. In fact, never mind that he had taken her, but that he had allowed himself to lose all control the way he had. That had never happened before with Mai or any of his other partners. He was actually surprised he hadn’t accidentally set the whole pile of hay on fire. Perhaps on some subconscious level he had instinctually managed to control his Firebending so that didn’t happen.
That still didn’t change the fact that this never should have happened. And it was something he could never take back. But then, there were many things he had done in his life that he could never take back, no matter how much he wished he could. This would just have to be another one, another burden that he silently carried the guilt of and suffered from, and he deserved it. Why did it seem like he could never do anything right?
He was brought out of his self-loathing thoughts as Katara rolled over so she was partially on top of him, resting her head on his chest and her hand over his heart, entwinning a leg with his. He glanced down at her to see her looking up at him, and he watched as a blush filled her cheeks. If he looked anything like her right now, then they surely must have made for a sight, both of them clearly having been ravished by the other with hay sticking to them all over. He still couldn’t help but think that Katara still looked beautiful though, even in her current state.
“Blue,” she said with a frown, seemingly picking up on his dark thoughts, “what are you thinking about right now?”
He let out a sigh as he wrapped an arm around her to hold her close. There was no point in lying, and he should probably tell the truth anyway; he was already withholding enough information from her as it was. “That this shouldn’t have happened.”
Her hand over his heart clenched into a fist as she turned slightly to rest her chin in his chest, giving him a look of disapproval. “Don’t do that. Don’t bring this moment down.”
“I said it from the beginning, My Lady, that we shouldn’t have crossed this line. I shouldn’t have let this happen. I should have been stronger.”
“I take part in this too,” she said, lifting herself up so she was above him. “This was my choice. I came on to you, and I’m glad I did. I don’t regret this, Blue, not for a second. It was beautiful, and something I’ll remember forever. Please, don’t taint it because you think it was wrong, because it wasn’t.”
He stared up at her and saw that she meant what she said, and once again cursed himself for being so self-centered. He’d already screwed up by taking her first time, the least he could do was not ruin it for her by dwelling on how he felt about what he had done. She deserved that much.
Sliding his hand up her back to cup the nape of her neck, he drew her in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Forgive me. Sometimes I just think too much.”
With a sigh, she laid her head back down on his chest and began drawing patterns on it with her index finger. “You take on too much, Blue, and people make mistakes. This, however, was not one of them.”
They would most definitely have to agree to disagree on that. But as much as he regretted letting this happen, he also felt that he… didn’t regret it? Was it really possible to regret that something happened and still be glad that it did? It was such a contradictory feeling.
“I guess I just don’t like the fact that we did this without knowing who the other really is,” he told her, admitting this partial truth. “And we can’t know who the other is, not ever, and that’s what makes doing this feel so complicated and wrong.”
She sighed again as she continued tracing patterns over his chest, flicking away pieces of hay when they came in the path of her finger. “It’s not wrong, Blue. Complicated, but not wrong. I told you several times that I understood what this would be and that I was ok with it, so I don’t want you feeling bad or guilty. I don’t regret this, Blue, and I don’t want you to either.” She pressed a kiss to his chest and whispered, “You have no idea how special this was for me.”
Her words made his heart clench with emotion and his stomach twist with guilt. He pushed down the latter though and just focused on the former. This had been special for him as well, and he was glad it was for her. He fully intended to make sure it stayed special for her too. The Fire Nation may not be anywhere near as reserved as the Water tribe when it came to sex, but most of them, himself included, still believed that the first time should be with someone special. She had chosen that person to be him, and he would do his best to make it so, even if he felt undeserving and shouldn’t have let it happen.
They laid together like that for a time, simply enjoying the post-coitus bliss as Zuko did his best to ignore his thoughts of guilt and feelings of shame. At some point, Katara drifted off to sleep; she must have been tired after such an eventful night. Zuko felt sleep tug on his eyelids as well, but he made sure to stay awake. He couldn’t afford to fall asleep as well and risk them getting caught come morning.
In fact, they should both probably have been back where they belonged by now. They had finished what they had set out to do tonight and he’d planned to fill the remaining time patrolling the city, but then this had happened, and they were now out later than they usually were. So he decided to let her sleep for a little while as he nonchalantly picked pieces of hay from her hair.
When he felt that he had allowed her to sleep for as long as he could, he gently shook her awake. “My Lady, we have to go.”
She mumbled sleepily a few times before he managed to rouse her enough for her to think straight. He saw her blush when she realized where they were as she returned to full consciousness. After that, they had gotten dressed in silence, doing their best to brush as much hay off themselves as they could, though it was clear that they were both in desperate need of a bath. Zuko then did his best to try and pile up the haystack as best as he could so it didn’t look like two teenagers had just had a romp in it.
They had then slipped out of the workshop and taken to the roofs. They made their way through the city before coming to a place that Zuko thought would make a good spot for them to meet up next time, and he told Katara as much.
“We should take tomorrow night off,” he told her, glad that his Blue Spirit mask was covering his face as he felt it fill with heat. “Give us some time to rest… and recover.”
He saw as her cheeks filled with heat too as she understood that he meant what he said in more than the general times they took off a night to rest and recover, and she nodded at him, looking bashful. “T-That’s fine. I guess I am a little… sore.”
He felt guilty for that as well. Not only was she sore from losing her virginity, but likely from how rough he had been with her for her first time. He hated that he hadn’t been able to control himself like that, even if she had wanted him to lose control. He should have been much more gentle with her for her first time.
“Then I’ll see you here in two night’s time,” he replied.
She nodded, but didn’t leave. She awkwardly stood where she was, swaying from one foot to the other as if she felt that something more should be said, but she didn’t know what, and eventually settled for, “Ok, I’ll see you then.”
He nodded at her, waiting, and she turned to leave. Just before she was about to jump to the next rooftop though, she paused and looked back at him.
“I meant what I said,” she told him. “I don’t regret what we did. At all. I wanted it to happen, and I’m glad it did. I’m happy my first time was with you. Please remember that.”
With that, she leapt off the roof, hopping from one to the other before leaping down into an alley and disappearing. Once she was out of sight, Zuko made his own way back to the palace, slipping inside and sneaking into his room. From there he sat on the edge of his bed with a sigh. Reaching up, he removed his Blue Spirt mask, then his upper-head covering.
A few strands of hay fell out of the material, a reminder of what he and Katara had done tonight. He picked them up and stared at them as he held them between his thumb and index finger. His hand began shaking and the bits of hay burned to ash. He then let out a cry of frustration, tossing his Blue Spirit mask aside and falling back as he covered his face in shame.
What the hell was wrong with him? How could he have dishonored Katara in such a way? After spending so any years trying to regain his honor, only to have his father restore it to him after he betrayed Katara, he had gone and thrown it away in the worst possible way by taking advantage of her ignorance. What kind of disgraceful human being did that? Why hadn’t he been able to control himself?
He remembered her departing words, that she was glad it had been him for her first time and that she had no regrets. He couldn’t help but chuckle humorlessly at that. She would certainly feel different if she ever found out that she had actually given herself to him. As much as she claimed to love the Blue Spirt, he had no doubt that if she ever found out who he really was that she wouldn’t hesitate to kill him, and he damn well deserved it.
Did this technically count as rape by deception? He wasn’t sure, but it felt akin to it, even though she had been the one pursuing and seducing him while he had tried to discourage her and keep her at arm’s length. So maybe it wasn’t; he certainly hadn’t been trying to deceive her to get into her pants. But regardless, since she had been the one to seduce him, she would undoubtedly blame herself. She would still be mad at him, of course, but she would still blame herself for being the one to pursue him. For that reason alone, he had to make doubly sure to never let her find out who he was. He wouldn’t destroy the illusion of what her first time was like; he owed her that much at least.
Feeling exhausted, both physically and mentally, he had gone to clean up before heading to bed. But while he had been able to wash away the events of the night, he hadn’t been able to wash away the shame and guilt of his actions. And as he crawled into bed, he thought back on the events of the night, imagining all the ways he could have prevented what had happened from happening, trying to figure out at what point he had lost control of himself and given in.
But as he dwelled on it, he couldn’t help but recall the pure pleasure he had found in her arms. Her inexperience aside, Katara was easily the best lover he’d ever had. Never had a woman pleased him more. Even being inside her had felt different, like there was some kind of connection between them, telling him that he was where he was supposed to be. Even though he knew it couldn’t possibly be the case, sliding into her body had felt more like coming home than when he had returned to the Fire Nation and his father had welcomed him with open arms.
What more, she had accepted his darkness, willingly volunteering to take away all his pain and rage as she gave him access to her body. She may have been under the impression that he was just a Fire Nation citizen whose darkness was related to things he’d done at the Fire Lord’s behest, but whatever it was, she had opened herself up to him and accepted all that he was, even the unknowns, allowing him to let go and lose himself in her. He truly didn’t deserve someone like her. Someone as wretched and dishonorable as him was unworthy of her love.
Exhaustion finally caught up to him and he fell into a dreamless sleep. He ended up sleeping in late, despite instinctually rising with the sun, and when he woke up the next morning, the guilt and shame were still present. If anything, he felt them even worse than he did the previous night. But at the same time, his whole body, his very being, felt somehow… lighter.
It did nothing to dispel the negative feelings he felt though, and he was glad that he had suggested that he and Katara take tonight off; he didn’t know how he would be able to face her with the way he was feeling. He decided to go to bed early, suspecting that he would have trouble falling asleep. And he was right. He spent hours tossing and turning as thoughts of Katara consumed his mind.
When he finally drifted off, he dreamed of her. More specifically, he dreamed of how they had made love. Only this time, the outcome had been different, as after the act, she had removed his mask to reveal his face. Predictably, her reaction had been one of shock and outrage. She’d been appalled to discover who he really was, declaring that he had violated her and that she could never love someone as vile as him before attacking him with her Waterbending, impaling him with a series of icicles.
Zuko had woken up in a cold sweat after that and had been unable to get back to sleep after that. While he didn’t know how accurate his dream was to reality if she ever did discover who he was, he had a feeling it would be something similar to that. And when he woke up the next morning, he was filled with a feeling of apprehension of having to meet her again tonight.

(A/N: Phew, long one. This will be the longest installment for this story. Like I said, I began it with the intention of being a one-shot, but you can see how long it's turning out. But yeah, story length aside, who cares. Things finally came to a head between our two Bending vigilantes. Looks like Zuko finally ended up giving into temptation, resulting in a rather steamy scene between them. Zuko's kind of hating himself for it though. And, yeah, I can't blame him. Where are things going to go from here? Review and stay tuned.)
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