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Kiss of Fire
Chapter Twenty-Four – Appearances
This chapter happens almost half a year after the events of the last one and begins a new story arc. I also have a oneshot story in my FFN archive from Kuzon's perspective, titled 'Mama'. It is a companion piece to this story, and you may enjoy it.
Summer, 19 ASC (June, 1120)

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Katara
I had never felt such hot weather. In the North Pole, such hot days were unthinkable, and downright laughable. In Omashu, the summers were never this hot. Summer truly belonged to the element of Fire, and I seemed to be the only one who noticed the heat. The servants and everyone else dressed more lightly, of course, but this seemed to be the only thing they needed to ward off the heat. Already, I had come close to a couple of heat strokes as high summer approached.
During the hottest days, I moved about only when it was absolutely necessary. Though I usually preferred to walk, I actually took to using my palanquin when I had to travel longer distances. Walking in this heat and humidity was a exercise into itself. I dressed as skimpily as my own modesty – which usually meant a thin silk robe with shorter sleeves, and loose pants, along with sandals – would allow. I practiced Waterbending more often, as this meant time in the pond. When I was in my room, at the books or having a lesson with my tutor, I would have one of my servants fan me, or have my feet in a bowl of cold water under the desk.
There was a time when I had almost passed out in Court, for I had dressed formally, with more clothing than I would have liked, but court rules called for. The heat had been stifling, and my formal robes seemed too heavy for me. I had started to feel woozy, but I could not let on as there were people in Court, and it was a challenge to sit there and look dignified. Fortunately, recess had been called soon enough, and I slipped away, managing to not fall on my way out.
Today was a cool day, blessedly so because it had been raining on and off all morning, and the skies were still thick and gray. Rain in the summer was rare, so any shower was greatly welcomed. After the War, the Fire Lord had ordered the scholars of the University to work with farmers, on working on effective irrigation systems, and Waterbenders had been brought in later on to help with this, and also to help create aqueducts, along with some Earthbenders.
There were several training rooms scattered about the Palace. The one I was in was used a lot by my husband, but he had given me leave to use it whenever I pleased. It was not too far from our apartments, with a nice view, and much more privacy than the other training rooms afforded. I had all the windows open wide, and the cool breeze that wafted in felt good as I trained, practicing the moves that I had just learned from my teacher. Usually, after my lessons with her, I would take some time and train by myself, to familiarize myself with what I had just learned.
One nice feature about this room was that mirrors ran along one wall, so that I could watch myself and see my form and posture. They could be covered by a drape that could be opened or closed with a rope, but at the moment, I had them uncovered. It helped me to correct my form, as I mentally compared it and my movements to my observations of my teacher. Sometimes I would practice Waterbending in here and study my form as I bended smaller amounts of water. It was nice to have an actual teacher for my martial arts and weapons training, but I had to rely on copies of scrolls and books brought in from the North on my husband’s request, to further my Bending techniques.
I took a deep breath, practicing a new combination of moves that I learned this day. I was glad for the cool breeze, for I found it difficult to practice on the hot, sticky days.
I gave out a soft gasp when I noticed that I was not alone. I stopped, and turned around, coming to my knees to bow to my lord and husband.
“There’s no need for you to stop, wife.” Zuko said calmly, as he looked down at me.
“I was just about to finish, anyway.” I replied. Which had been the truth. I had been intending to go through the set one more time, before having some tea and going to take a shower and retiring for the day, to go over the books, and read one of my new books, and such.
The Fire Lord glanced at my servant, and ordered her to bring some tea. Hinode hastened to her feet and left the room. Usually, I had a servant with me at most if not all times, a privilege and rule of my position, to fetch anything or run any errand at my whim. I still insisted on doing things for myself, but I had to admit that, at times, it was nice to have someone at hand, especially in a Palace this big, and with so many duties of my own to do.
There was a small table and a couple of cushions at one side of the room, if I needed to stop and rest, or for someone to observe the training in this room.
“Come and sit with me.” Zuko asked. I complied, and we both sat down at the table, as tea was brought within a very short while – my servants had learned to anticipate my needs, and since I usually had tea after exercise, it was general practice to have tea at hand for me. I enjoyed my staff, and treated them well. They in return served me well, and Hinode supervised them with an efficient hand.
I sipped some tea, feeling the comfortable burn in my muscles that came from exercise. Sometimes, after exercise, I would get a massage. Hinode sat near the door, hands folded in her lap, awaiting any commands that Zuko or I might have.
“Your teacher tells me that you are progressing through your lessons well. She tells me that you work hard, and take the lessons seriously. With some more lessons and training, you will become a warrior of adept skill, and that you should continue beyond that level, if you have the time to do so, so she says.”
I was flattered by that. Ming was not unkind, but she was stern, not too unlike Jeong Jeong, and she was stingy with praise.
“And do you think I should continue my lessons?” I asked softly. Did he expect me to become a master warrior, on top of my other duties?
“I think that you should continue pushing yourself. Like I told you a long time ago… I want a strong partner. I want you to at least be proficient, so you can defend yourself… should the need ever arise.” My husband had a strange tone in his voice at the last statement, though it was so subtle that I almost missed it.
After I had healed Kuzon, I started a journal, writing down what I could remember of my dreams as well as these odd flashes I had. I was still a long ways from deciphering the secret that was hidden from me, but I knew that my dreams were key to figuring it out, and my journal helped me keep track of these. I did not always remember, so I always tried to write them down as soon as I could, which was not always easy since I kept the journal hidden from my husband.
“My lord?” I asked, my heart suddenly pounding. There was something that he was not telling me. Something that had to do with why he wanted so badly for me to learn martial arts and weapons training, on top of my Waterbending. He seemed to have realized what he said, for he glanced at me for several long moments.
“There’s no reason for you to not learn. After all, I train with weapons and my bare hands, on top of my Firebending. I have guards, but a master who is complacent and always relies on others for his safety cannot truly call himself a master. I still train under Jeong Jeong, you know that.”
I nodded. I could not help but admire that about Zuko, that he strove to learn even more, refusing to limit himself to just being ‘good’.Sometimes, I would watch my husband train himself. His displays of Firebending were impressive, and he let me know in subtle ways that he enjoyed it when I watched him.
In the sunlight, his skin looked almost white, while his hair remained as black as onyx, and he seemed an extension of the sun itself. A few times, during the shorter winter days, he would invite me to watch him train after dark. It was different seeing him Firebending in the darkness, the flames illuminating his form. He seemed to enjoy my watching him as much as he liked to watch me Waterbend. It never ceased to amaze me, the grace and strength that he would Bend or train with. Yet, he strove to learn more, to truly master his art, to push it to a new level. He was a driven man, on so many levels that I wondered how he kept himself from burning out.
“I am grateful that you would provide me with such opportunities, my lord. The tutors, the scrolls…” I said softly. I saw a small smile on his face.
“I just want the best for you, wife.”
His hand was on the table, so I reached out to touch it. I had married a good man, and despite our arguments, I could not imagine anyone better for me. He was faithful to me, seeking no other women, and he gave me many opportunities even though he was not required to, by Fire Nation law. I had been terrified to come here, yet I was now happy. After nearly a year of living here, my old life seemed almost but a memory to me, though my parents and I wrote letters regularly.
“I want to see how much you’ve learned.” Zuko said, and I pulled myself out of my thoughts.
“Do you wish for me to go through my latest set?” I asked. He shook his head, and rose from his seat.
“I want to spar with you.”
“I… don’t think I would be a good match for you.” I replied modestly. “I would be no challenge for you, my lord.”
He smirked down at me, and shook his head. “You’re denying your lord’s request?” he asked, though he did not sound angry.
“Er… if you really want to spar with me, then I will do as you ask. It’s just… you’re more experienced with me, and I’ve seen you train. I must admit, I am intimidated at the prospect of fighting with you.”
“I would never hurt you, and I ask only for a friendly sparring match. Nothing to gain, nothing to lose. Just you and me, testing and honing our skills.” Zuko replied, a small smirk on his face. I blushed a little.
He removed his formal clothes and tied his hair back with a ribbon. Hinode was dismissed, and the Fire Lord closed the door, leaving the two of us alone, as he had promised. We stood across from each other on the mat. I was clad in loose pants that were cuffed from knee to ankle, with a sleeveless shirt. Zuko had stripped of everything but his trousers.
We both assumed positions. He nodded to me, indicating that I should attack him. I flew at him with a kick, which he dodged. Instead of stumbling, I landed on my feet, thankful for the lessons I had received.
I had playfully sparred with Kuzon a few times, just for fun. Once, we had teased each other with playful, light punches and swats, blocking each other and poking. It had turned into a silly tickling match. But there was no play here, between the Fire Lord and myself. As soon as I could, I kicked again, in a different style. This time, he did not dodge, and blocked my attack, before responding with a kick of his own, that caught me in the side before I could block, and I fell to the mat. I was so stunned that I could not breathe for several moments. He did not attack again as I caught my wind.
“You win, my lord.” I said quietly, making no move to rise to my feet. He stared down at me, as if surprised by my statement. I looked back up at him, expectantly.
“What do you mean?” he finally asked.
“You knocked me down.”
“Get up and fight!”
I rose to my feet, and went at him again, this time with a punch. He blocked me, and went for a blow – only this time, I managed to block him. We continued sparring, and he managed to knock me down a few times, but I always bounced back. I almost knocked him down once. Though the sparring was serious, it was not competitive, and we did not seek to hurt one another. It was nice having someone other than my teacher to spar with, and I did better than I thought I would have. Though he was still a better fighter than me, I held on my own fairly well and got a good exercise out of it. The fight only ended when he pinned me down to the mat, blanketing himself over me.
“You did very well, wife.” Zuko said, his voice filled with admiration. I could not help but smile.
“Thank you, my lord. I must admit, it was fun sparring with you, even if you beat me.” I replied. He chuckled softly and kissed along my earlobe, as I was on my stomach.
“Would you object to sparring with me again, in the future, should I ask for it?” he asked. I shook my head.
“Not at all, my lord. It was a honor.” I said softly, as he nuzzled the side of my face.
“Good. I’ll tell the teacher to continue your lessons, then.”
He suddenly flipped me over onto my back, and smirked down at me.
“I want to spar with you again.” he said. I had the sense that he wasn’t speaking of the sparring we had done before. Then, I saw the glint in his eyes, and I smirked back at him.
I enjoyed being intimate with him. Outwardly, we acted dignified and distant, aloof to each other as Fire Lord and consort. We showed no affection or closeness, but behind closed doors, it was another thing, entirely. Whenever he made his desire clear to me – with a word, with a touch, with a glance, I would feel a pleasurable heat in my loins.
“I’m certainly better at this kind of sparring than the one we just did.” I teased back, with a grin. He chuckled and shook his head.
“We’ll see who comes out on top.” His purr was velvety, and I shivered a little.
His fingers were nimble, undoing the buttons of my shirt to reveal my linen bindings. Just as deftly, he removed these, and I lay there with my breasts exposed to him. I loved it when he played with them – my breasts were sensitive, and sometimes he would focus on them solely for a period of time, teasing them until I was writhing around, begging for release.
I let out a low moan when he reached out to squeeze my breasts gently. His hands were always so warm, and it never failed to feel good wherever he might touch me. Even his hand on my cheek brought me great pleasure. And he knew just how to touch and squeeze me, not too weakly, not too hard, and I arched a bit as he cupped them, moving his hands in slow circles to rub them.
“I like it when you do that.” I told him, “Very much.”
He smiled down at me. “I know.” he purred, “And I like it when you tell me what you want.” he added. I blushed more, but smiled at him widely. Ever since my wedding night, I had gained more confidence in my relations with him. I maintained the respect a wife has for her husband, but I grew more open, more confident, and allowed myself to enjoy being with him, in or out of bed. I was happy with him, and I know he was happy with me – I could tell by the way he looked at me or spoke to me, and the things we did together.
“Please continue, my lord.” I asked quietly. He nodded, and continued to massage my breasts – kneading gently, rubbing them in circles. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sensation. When I was aroused, my body became even more responsive to his touch than it usually was, and I felt his fingers and palms work into my breasts. I knew that my nipples were hard, but he made no move to tease them.
I let out a soft moan, feeling his palms press into my chest and rub firmly, before he lifted them just slightly, to squeeze with his fingers. He teased my chest with all kinds of massages, squeezing here and there, kneading with a finger or two or his whole hand. He would trail his fingers around my breasts, along my ribcage, before trailing them around my nipples. He seemed to love touching me, something I had noticed on our wedding night, and it was something that had not changed ever since.
I whispered his name when he started to kiss my breasts.
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Zuko
I heard her elated moans as I loved up on her, kissing and nuzzling and touching her. I smiled to myself as her hands reached for my shoulders, caressing them as she arched against me in more than obvious pleasure.
I eyed her lovely dark brown nipples, and took one into my mouth, sucking at it gently, hearing her whisper softly in approval. I enjoyed the times when she was bold, touching me or exploring me, egging me on with her own desire or words of open invitation. Her breasts were wonderful and soft, and I nuzzled my face into them, as if they were pillows. I heard her pleased chuckle, as she ran her fingers along my forehead.
I untied the sash that held her trousers up, tugging them and her underwear down slowly. She lifted her hips and legs as she smiled up at me, and in no time she was naked. With her hair rumpled in its bun, and the glow from our sparring still fresh on her, she looked lovely, strong, radiant. She was the furthest thing from the pale, slender, quiet maidens that were taught in the arts of pleasure that most Fire Nation noblemen were used to. I could feel the heat from her body. She radiated strength and fierceness, and I could see the strong muscles under her soft, brown skin. How often had she pressed these thighs to my hips, or wrapped her arms around my middle?
I placed my hand on her stomach, stroking her languorously. She stretched out like a cat, looking up at me contentedly, one arm tucked under her head. I smiled down at her, and she returned mine with one of her own, snuggling closer, wiggling under my hand.
“Do you want me?” I whispered, smirking a little.
“How could I not?” she shot back, placing her hand over mine.
“I seem to remember a young Water Tribe woman who did not want to come here in the first place.” I reminded her gently, though I held no anger or malice.
“You were the one who brought me here when I barely knew what was happening or what to expect!.” she shot back, just as lightly.
“And why shouldn’t I have wanted you?” I purred as I leaned in, meeting her eyes. She blushed and looked down shyly, as I peppered kisses along her cheek.
“Haven’t I been a good husband?” I whispered as my kisses grew firmer. She giggled softly as I nuzzled the side of her face fiercely.
“You have, indeed.” I saw her eyes sparkle with pleasure, and I smiled. My hand slid down lower, to her intimate areas. I stroked the soft, wiry hair of her mound, feeling her arch a little. My erection strained against my pants, demanding that I ravage her. Her eyes were fixed on me intently, as my hand slid down even lower, teasing her open with my fingers. I applied a small amount of heat with my hands, causing her eyelids to flutter as she groaned in pleasure.
“Don’t tease me, husband. Take me.” she asked bluntly, her hands moving to the waistband of my pants. I responded, by wiggling a finger into her. She was so wet, and so tight. I always relished the feeling of her around me, her body moving against mine. I gently pushed her hand away, hearing her soft whine of dismay, and I smirked as I examined her womanhood. She had such soft and juicy inner flesh, and with the pad of my thumb, I stroked one of her inner lips, feeling how slick it was from her arousal.
“You’re so warm. Are you sure you're not a Firebender?” I whispered in the heated tone that I knew she liked. In response, she clenched around my finger, and I shivered as I felt the anticipation of these very same tight muscles clamped around my need.
She reached up with her hand to touch my face, and with my free hand I gently grasped her wrist. Her breasts were rather sensitive, but another erogenous zone for her were her hands and wrists, and she shuddered as I flicked my tongue along her pulse. I had discovered this a long time ago, when she still bore the name of Katara, and though her memories remained hidden, she had not truly changed. I eyed her intensely as I flicked my tongue again, before placing kisses along her pulse, seeing her look up at me needily.
I pressed my lip to each of her fingers and nuzzled her palm as she stroked my face.
“Come on… don’t tease me like this. I’ve been waiting for you.” she whimpered, squirming around.
“Have you?” I asked with a soft purr. She responded with a nod and a whimper.
“I take it that you missed me… very much.” I said, deepening my purr.
“More than you can imagine.”
And I feel just the same, I thought to myself as she nodded frantically before taking her hand from mine, and reaching for my pants. This time, I did not stop her, and watched as she worked with one hand, nimbly, to undo the pullstring at the waistband. I felt the waistband loosen, and my pants started to slide down a little. But she did not stop there. I watched with a shiver as a dark hand moved further, finding my underwear. Her nimble fingers – out of both dexterity and experience – undid my loincloth and with an impatient tug, freed my erection. I shivered and gave out a low groan, happy to be free of my confines.
Not content to stop there, her fingers firmly grasped the base of my shaft, and I gave out a low growl. As she grinned at me, revealing white teeth against caramel skin, she gave it several slow, firm pumps, and I felt myself throbbing almost madly. Agni be praised, for I had such a wonderful mate who brought me much pleasure. No one else had ever had, or could ever make me feel so good.
Her hand traveled up my manhood.
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Katara
He smirked down at me, and I smiled right back, in the most innocent way I could muster, to tease him.
“Don’t play innocent with me, not when you have your hand on me like that.” my husband growled down at me in an amused tone. I kept my eyes on him for a moment, before they traveled slowly down his smooth and muscled chest, and further down, to his navel. Just below his navel, his treasure trail started. When he wore pants below the navel, I was always treated to a peek of the top of that trail of black hair, and it aroused me. He was aware of the fact, and might sometimes leave his pants on, hanging a bit low as we retired for the evening, to tease me before he eventually took them off, or I did for him.
I eased my grip on his erection and let my fingers slowly slide up to the head of his manhood, feeling the hard and smooth flesh under the pads of my fingers. It never ceased to amaze me how hard he could get, almost like a steel rod, so large and impressive and hot. He let out a low groan as I rubbed the area just below the head with the pad of my thumb firmly.
He let out a softer groan as I slid my fingers back down, to cup his sac. It felt heavy in my hand, and I squeezed it just gently.
I looked back up at him as my fingers slid under and behind the sac, to press the area between his groin and his rear opening. He gave out a soft hiss of pleasure and I smirked, massaging that area firmly, feeling the hardness under the soft skin, almost like a muscle. I had read about it in my little pillow-book, and the first time I had tried it, he had responded in a more than positive manner, and I had massaged that area as I had fellated him. That had led to him eating me out in a more than spectacular manner, not that he never did a good job of pleasuring me.
I massaged that area in a slow and steady manner, knowing that he was aroused because of it. To make it easier for me, he shifted his position, kneeling in front of me, sitting on his feet with his knees spread. I did not miss the invitation and continued massaging him, my other hand going to the tip of his swollen manhood. Just the tip of his red-tinged crown was visible through the foreskin, and I saw a drop of moisture. I pinched the skin closed, massaging the crown of his erection through the foreskin. His hands found my shoulders and he coaxed me closer. I smiled and did just that, scooting to his knees and continuing my ministrations.
I loved playing with his manhood. Sometimes, he would just open my robe and take me. Other times, we would take our time to explore the other’s bodies, and tease. I was lovingly familiar with his whole body, his erogenous zones, the areas he liked to be touched, and the areas that he didn’t like to be touched. He was uncomfortable with his feet being touched, so I refrained from touching them, and he loved when I would touch the area around his navel, so I would tease that sometimes. I was uncomfortable with my back being touched, and like him, I enjoyed having my stomach touched, and he was aware of that.
It was almost impossible to imagine that at one time, I had not wanted to be touched by him at all. Now, I had this divinity of a man all to myself, a faithful husband whose body I could snuggle up with every night, a man who cared about my pleasure and comfort as much as his own.
I continued to massage that hard spot behind his manhood as I massaged his head through the foreskin, and he stared down at me with half-lidded eyes.
“So thick. So hard. So wonderful.” I purred, knowing he enjoyed a stroke to his ego here and there, needing them as he did firm strokes to his manhood. But then, what man didn't enjoy being praised?
“All for you.” he growled. I knew that very well. All for me. I could not help but feel proud that this magnificent flesh was all mine.
I tugged back the foreskin, rubbing my thumb along the slit in his crown and feeling the slickness of his essence. I lowered my head, lightly lapping at the opening, before slowly swirling my tongue around the swollen head, savoring his masculine taste as he let out a soft groan of approval. His hand found my hair, and his fingers tangled into it gently. I continued to massage him, behind his sac and at the base of his shaft, as I continued to swirl my tongue, now more firmly, massaging his swollen flesh with my mouth.
I pressed my head down slightly, taking more into my mouth, and savoring the taste of my lord. I heard him murmur softly, before I felt my head gently pushed at. I whimpered and tried to push my head down again, but his hand held me up. I looked up to see him smirking at me.
“Rather tempting to let you finish me off with that lovely mouth of yours, but not this time. I have something else in mind.”
I gave out a soft coo. If I couldn’t finish him off, there were other things I could do to him. Or that he could do to me. He could have me any way he wanted, as long as he took me. I ached for him, and he knew it.
“Perhaps I should bend you over that table.” he whispered, his voice sultry as he jerked his head slightly towards the low table where we had our tea. Said piece of furniture was sturdily constructed, with thick, short legs and a solid plank top, lacquered beautifully so that it gleamed like onyx, with goldwork along the edges.
“That would hardly be proper, my lord.” I teased, smiling back at him as he smirked down at me.
“As Lord of the entire Fire Nation, I do believe it is my authority to deem what is proper… or not.” he replied smoothly.
I found myself bent over on the table, my breasts and stomach pressing against the wood as I felt my husband’s gaze rove along my rear end and back. His hand descended onto my rear end with a gentle spank, and I shivered.
‘What a tempting sight this is, you bent over like this.” he purred. I smiled to myself.
“Hopefully not more tempting than me on my back, with my legs spread.” I shot back cheekily. I heard that velvety chuckle that I enjoyed.
“My love, you tempt me, no matter what.”
I groaned in pleasure as he kneaded my rear end, his strong fingers massaging my flesh, and I wiggled my hips. His hands slid along my back and sides, and I reveled under his loving and warm touch. I closed my eyes as I rested my head on my forearm, feeling his erection nudge at my throbbing entrance. I arched, offering my womanhood at a better angle for him, and he pressed into me. I was so wet, that he slid into me in one smooth thrust and I felt only a small discomfort as I accommodated his size due to his firm thrust.
“Zuko…” I moaned, as I felt him sheathe himself fully. One hand moved to rub my back, and I let out a contented murmur.
Instead of starting out slow as he might do sometimes, he started off with firm thrusting, which was what I had been hoping for. I moaned in delight and placed my forearms and hands flat on the table for leverage, thrusting back at him with my hips as I clenched around him. I knew that my clenching drove him wild with passion, so I would sometimes do it rhythmically, or simply hold my muscles as if I were trapping him within my body.
A hard surface wasn’t the most comfortable place to be naked against, but the pleasure that came with coupling with Zuko more than made up for it, and I was soon enough mewling in pleasure as I hit my orgasm, clenching around him as tightly as I could. He increased his own thrusting, and I cried out again as he came within me. He slumped over me, nuzzling the back of my neck and my shoulders, groaning contentedly as he stroked my sides.
I was practically glowing with contentment as he lifted me away from the table so that I faced him as he held me in his arms. My head was on his shoulder, and I felt him stroke my hair. I let out a soft coo of contentment, as I felt his strong body against mine.
How well I remembered my first encounter with Zuko back in Omashu, almost a year ago. Even then, under the moonlight, I had the strangest feeling that it was not the first time that I had met him, that I knew him from so long ago. I was never able to explain such feelings to myself, and tried to ignore them.
I pressed my lips to his shoulder, tasting the slight saltiness of sweat, as well as the unique taste of his flesh, the barely noticeable spiciness and smokiness of his skin that never disappeared, even after a long soak in a bath. I found comfort in his presence, taste, and odor, and closed my eyes as he nuzzled the side of my face.
When I opened my eyes, I saw our reflections in the mirror across the room. I saw my husband’s long black hair, broad back, and firm rear end, and my own blush and tousled hair. I had seen reflections of the Fire Lord and myself together a couple of times in front of mirrors, but never naked and like this. My arm was around his middle, and my skin seemed so dark against his pale flesh. No matter how much he went into the sun, he never grew tan like I did.
I stared at the reflection silently with half-lidded eyes, feeling safe and content in Zuko’s arms.
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Zuko
I smiled to myself as I felt her cuddle into my arms. We had been married almost a year, and despite the arguments we had here and there – which I suppose was inevitable in any marriage – I honestly couldn’t ask for more. Katara was back here with me after so long, and this time, I had not lost her. I was confident that she would choose to stay with me, less than three months remained in our contract. I inhaled her scent, which had never truly changed, finding an intense comfort in it.
I turned my head, seeing her staring off dreamily. As I pressed my lips to her temple, I noticed what she was gazing at. Apparently, she was comforted by what she saw – well, so was I. It was a pleasing thing to see, and I turned to get a better view, an idea forming in my head.
“Up for another round?” I asked as I nuzzled the side of her face. She whimpered and nodded, so I crawled closer to the mirror though keeping a good distance so I could see everything, and lay her down on the mat on her back. She smiled up at me, obviously eager for another coupling. I smirked down at her, and heard her soft whimper of anticipation.
“You want me very much, don’t you?” I asked softly, one hand traveling down to squeeze a breast. I felt her hands stroke my sides, as she nodded. Her hands squeezed my sides as I lowered my hips, sheathing myself slowly. I savored the feeling of her arms wrapping around me as if she was afraid I would leave.
I placed kisses along her face, nuzzling her fiercely and feeling her return my affection as she wiggled against me, teasing me by clenching and then unclenching around me. I groaned softly, nibbling her earlobe as I thrust slowly, savoring our union. My lips and tongue traveled lower, and I placed a bite on the area where her neck met her shoulder. I enjoyed biting her sometimes, and leaving my mark on her.
Our lovemaking was slow and lazy, and my hands roved along her body. I smirked to myself as I stole a glance at the mirror, very much enjoying the sight of our two bodies moving against one another, her hands roving along my back and rear end. It was a rather arousing sight, and I wondered why I hadn’t thought to try it in front of a mirror before.
“Look.” I whispered hotly. My wife glanced at me curiously, and I jerked my head slightly towards the mirror. Her eyes moved towards it and she gave out a soft ‘oh!’. I let out a soft laugh at the blush that crept across her cheeks, and I lifted my hips, so that some of my manhood could be seen in the reflection, before I thrust down again. She groaned and arched towards me, and I growled at her, feeling it come out of my throat in a low rumble.
I pulled out of her – it took a good amount of willpower to slide out of her velvet warmth – I pulled her up to her knees.
“I want you on top.” I purred, as I lay down, my head closer to the mirror than my feet. All too eagerly, she climbed on top of me. With a smirk, she positioned herself, her tight heat mere millimeters away from my aching need, and I groaned softly.
“Sit down.” I commanded, trying to tug her down. She shook her head and with one hand, started to slowly rub the sensitive kernel of flesh that lay at the top of her moist slit. I eyed her plump inner flesh hungrily, seeing how it was swollen from my firm attentions before.
“Water wench.” I growled at her defiance, and she simply grinned down at me. I tried to tug her down again, but she held herself above me with well-toned muscles in her legs, and moaned, arching a bit as she continued to toy with herself.
It was an arousing sight indeed, and I saw her eyes move over to the mirror. I laughed softly as the blush returned to her face.
o0o0o0o
Katara
It was quite something to see what I was doing to myself, and how I looked. I saw Zuko’s hands on my hips, and my own hand on my womanhood. My nipples were hard, and I let out a whimper. Tearing my eyes away from the mirror, I looked back down at my husband as he stroked my sides. I shot him a smirk of my own before lifting my hand away from my wetness and bringing it to his lips.
Without the slightest hesitation, his tongue darted out, swirling around my fingertip as he sucked it into his mouth. His mouth was so warm, and I loved how he could swirl his tongue in such a firm manner. Just what he was doing to my fingers brought me immense pleasure, and I lowered myself on him. He shivered slightly for a moment, and continued to suck my fingers, as I took all of him in and sat there on top of him, giving out soft coos of pleasure. I gave the mirror a brief scrutiny, seeing the reflection of my hand in my husband’s mouth, from a different angle, and how I looked on top of him.
Seeing us together like this, was a delicious and in a way, rather naughty thrill. I smiled down at him, running my thumb along his lips before he kissed the palm, then back of my hand. His lips traveled along the inside of my wrist, kissing and licking it. I gasped and shivered, and in the reflection, saw my own pleasure.
Slowly, I started to undulate against him, clenching and unclenching my most intimate muscles slowly, and hearing him groan softly in pleasure. He tilted his head, glancing towards the mirror. It was apparent he was as much amused by our reflections as I was. I chuckled softly, as he looked back up at me. With a hand, he pulled my hair from the bun, and my hair fell down in thick waves. I saw his small smile of pleasured approval, and smiled back down at him, leaning down so that my hair formed something of a tent around our faces.
“Every day, I thank Agni that I have you.” the Fire Lord murmured as he looked up at me, cupping my cheeks.
“He doesn’t object to you having a Waterbender?”
“Spirits know more about balance than humans do.” Zuko replied. I chuckled softly and lowered my head to kiss his forehead. Surely, if the spirits disapproved of our union, we would know by now. It’d been almost a year, and we were happy and healthy. The Fire Nation and the Water Tribes were prosperous. No curse had fallen on anyone. The Fire Sages saw no dark omen written in the stars. And Zuko had said before, several times, that we were meant to be together. At moments like this, how could I not believe it?
He lifted his face, placing gentle kisses along my face, and sucking on my lower lip gently. I moved against him just as gently, and we remained like this for a bit, languorously touching one another. I savored the feeling of his warm and hard flesh, and the way he made his pleasure at my touch obvious with a small smile, a glance, an answering touch.
“I need you.” I murmured, my voice soft and husky. I called it my bedroom voice, and was able to manage the husky tone all too easily when I was aroused. A hand traveled to a breast, squeezing it, and I arched as I clenched hard, grinding against him slowly but firmly.
We took our time, savoring the simple fact that we were together as much as the pleasure we shared. We concentrated on each other, but could not resist stealing glances at the mirror, seeing our lovemaking in a different angle, and a completely new perspective.
Before I could have my climax or he could, he placed his hands on my hips and gently pushed me off. I whimpered needily, trying desperately to pin him down and climb back onto him, but he simply chuckled softly. He stalked across the room, giving me an ample view of his well-shaped rear end before he picked up one of the cushions.
Setting down the cushion near me and sitting on it so that he faced the mirror, he pulled me into his arms. I too, faced the mirror, and he grasped my hips, guiding me back to his aching flesh. His erections were so hard that I likened them to the steel used in construction of the Fire Navy ships and other inventions, and I was almost certain weapons would break against his flesh. That mental comparison made me smile.
It felt so good to have him back inside of me that I slumped back in relief, feeling his chest against my back. It truly was amazing how I could feel around him, or how he could make me feel.
“My lord…” I moaned, as I felt him nibble along the side of my neck. One of his hands traveled to my stomach, while the other one traveled up to a breast, lightly tugging the nipple. I groaned softly as I stared at the reflection, seeing his hands, and how we were joined…our position made it all too easy to see our most intimate flesh and the way they came together.
I had never seen us joined like this, in such an open angle. Only in a mirror could I have a view like this, and it made me blush, this complete view of his pale flesh buried within my dark sheath. Almost involuntarily, I looked away shyly, feeling heat in my cheeks. I enjoyed my intimacy with Zuko, but it was quite a jarring sight to see ourselves like that, and my heart was pounding.
“Look.” Zuko whispered, purring into my ear as he nibbled along my earlobe. This caused a small shudder to pass through my body. My eyes remained stubbornly glued to the mat, my head turned down and to the side.
“Your… lord commands you to look. Will you deny him?” he purred, his lips traveling along my ear and to the sensitive area just behind my jaw. I stubbornly remained silent, trembling a bit as he shifted his hips, causing his iron-hard flesh to move within me slightly. My breast was kneaded, and I gave out a low groan.
“Open your eyes… and look. There’s nothing wrong with seeing us being joined. You’ve felt it plenty enough times.” he teased, his other hand moving up to massage my other breast. He heated his hands with a bit of Firebending, and the warm kneading on my breasts caused me to arch with a low moan as I clenched around him.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared at the reflection, seeing what he was doing, and the look of utter contentment on his face. My eyes moved to where we were joined, and I did not look away this time. What I could see of his manhood was covered in my juices, and his sac was heavy with his seed. I clenched again, harder than before and he rolled his hips slightly in response.
“See how good we look together, wife.” Zuko murmured hotly. How could I not agree? Pale skin against dark, male and female, the sun and the moon linked together forever in an endless dance.
I caught him smirking at me, and I smiled back. One of his hands traveled down my stomach, to finger my sensitive little nub, and I groaned as I rocked my hips, not tearing my eyes away from the mirror. One of my own hands moved down – not for pleasure, but for exploration. I watched my reflection intently as my hand explored our joined flesh, my fingers trailing along the area where my hungry lips swallowed his engorged flesh. My heart would not stop pounding at the thrill of this new perspective, the openness of this sexual activity that my husband had been creative enough to initiate.
Who would think that this man – who acted aloof towards me in public, would be so open towards me in private, in and out of bed? I didn’t mind his aloofness, for it was necessary that we both act proper and distant. It made our closeness all the sweeter.
He started to thrust and roll his hips in a firm but gentle rhythm, and I responded with one of my own. My hands went to his own, lacing my fingers through his, and he smiled gently at me before he nuzzled the side of my face. I let out soft cries as he increased the rhythm, my breasts jiggling as I moved against him more fiercely. In the mirror, I watched our flesh move against one another, the way that he would thrust into me over and over, and how my body was all too eager to take him in.
After a while, he became so heated that I was pushed onto my hands and knees, and not once did he pull out. He remained within me as we changed positions, and he thrust into me fiercely. I cried out and begged for more, blushing as my hands sought purchase on the mat. My breasts jiggled wildly with the animalistic force of his lovemaking, and it was not long before I reached my peak. I screamed, and he dug his hands into my hips, growling as he increased the tempo. In the mirror, he looked fierce, his golden eyes filled with the fire of his need for me. His fierce thrusting only served to prolong my pleasure, so that my orgasm continued rolling over me in waves with each one of his thrusts.
Finally, he growled, spitting out a small jet of flame as I felt his seed pour into me. It was hot, almost to the point of searing, but it felt incredible. Even then, he continued his brutal tempo, and I moaned out his name in delight as I clawed at the mat.
Only when his manhood softened did he pull out, and he groaned softly as he reclined on the mat, his back on the cushion. I remained on my hands and knees, shivering as I felt some of his essence leak out of me.
“How do you feel?” I heard him whisper lazily.
“Sated?” I murmured.
“Of you? Never.” Zuko said with a soft chuckle, and I felt myself being tugged towards him. I offered no resistance, and rested my head on his stomach.
“I should have a bigger mirror put in my room.” I teased. He chuckled again, and ran his fingers through my messy hair.
“You’re a feisty moon child.” my husband said with a small smile. Moon child was one of his names for me, and a lovely one. But why did he never say my name in such a relaxed and intimate setting?
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Zuko
“Say my name.” my wife murmured. I stared down at her. She looked back at me, her blue eyes rather thoughtful.
“Why?” I murmured.
“You hardly if ever say my name. When we’re alone, you never say my name. Even when I please you. Is something wrong with my name?” she asked. She would say my name during pleasure, and I always liked how it sounded, rolling off her tongue. I longed to call her by her real name, but that was out of the question, and Miumi, while it was a nice name… it did not feel right to call her that during our most intimate moments.
“No, nothing is wrong with your name.” I murmured, stroking her cheek to reassure her. There were times when her memories would seem to hover just below the surface. I would catch her looking at me in a thoughtful way, or staring ahead pensively. She would ask me questions, seeking out answers. I always tried to change the subject, or give her a vague answer.
“Then say it.” Katara murmured, her blue eyes fixed on my own. Inwardly, I rebelled at saying ‘Miumi’. I longed to call Katara by her real name, but I was afraid of what would happen if it triggered her memories. The last thing I anted was her remembering her death.
“…Miumi.” I stated. She continued staring at me.
“I knew it. You don’t like saying that name. Why?”
“I do like your name.” I tried to argue, but she looked away.
“Just tell me the truth, Zuko.”
I could hear the frustration in her voice, the same frustration she tried to not show too much when I blocked her attempts to revive her memories.
“What truth? The truth is that I care about you and you know it.”
“Do you love me?” she asked softly, looking back at me.
“With all that I am.” I replied firmly, stroking her cheek, praying that that assurance would allay her fears.
“I know you’re telling me the truth in that regard… but you lie about my name.” she pressed.
Agni damn it. She was stubborn – but she had always been.
“I care for you. I keep you safe and give you everything you need.”
“Everything but one thing I want.”
“Damnit, wife.” I said, more forcefully than I had intended. She flinched back. Seeing my error, I pulled her back and hugged her tightly.
“I just want to keep you safe.” I whispered, sensing that she was about to cry. I stroked her back to reassure her and decided to change the subject.
“We’re both sweaty and sticky. I think a bath together is in order.” I said as I stood up, scooping her up in my arms.
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Katara
Often, before I retired to bed, I would visit Kuzon to say good night to him, and tuck him into bed, sometimes after I sang to him or read him a story. Zuko would also make sure that we all shared at least one meal a day, and we had breakfast and lunch together today. It was truly wonderful to see my husband scheduling time with his son, and I could see that Kuzon thrived under this attention.
When I went to see Kuzon tonight, he was already in bed, though not asleep. His nurse greeted me in a warm and respectful manner as I entered. Kuzon’s new nurse, Neomi, was far more pleasant than her predecessor. She was a few years older than I, with a few younger brothers of her own. Her mother was a widow, so part of Neomi’s salary went home to support her family. She wanted to become a teacher, so she was saving the remainder of her salary to fulfill her goal, to pay for her education when her tenure as nurse ended.
I liked her, and so did Kuzon. She was respectful and friendly, understanding Kuzon’s needs more than his old nurse ever did. She did not coddle him, nor did she stifle him – I think the reason she was so good with him was because she had a few brothers of her own. Hana had suggested her to me – they had formed a friendship at the Academy, even though Neomi came from a poorer family.
Kuzon was lying in his bed, staring out the window, with his dragon under a loosely draped arm. Silently, I moved within his line of vision. He sat up and smiled at me.
“I was waiting for you, Mama.” Kuzon said as I approached the bed, sitting down next to him. I cuddled him a bit, stroking his soft black hair as he snuggled against my chest. After a bit, I lay him back in his bed, tucking the dragon under his arm.
“Stay with me.” Kuzon murmured, looking up at me with big golden eyes. I smiled a little. Sometimes he would ask for me to stay with him, and sleep with him as I had done before.
“Not tonight, Kuzon. Your father needs me.”
“I need you too.” the Prince said with a small pout, before letting out a yawn. I almost laughed.
“How about we go out tomorrow and have a picnic, fly your kite, maybe? Or just take a walk and feed the turtleducks?” I asked. He nodded.
“Good night, my prince.” I whispered as I kissed his cheek.
“Night, Mama.”
o0o0o0o
Zuko
The Earth Kingdom – namely, Enki, and his close allies, continued to be a thorn in my side. He couldn’t be any more different from his grandsire than I was different from my own sister. Bumi was mad indeed – but he had been a genius, and wanted peace as much as I did. We had been on rather good terms – I had given Omashu back to him with no strings attached, and he had maintained an alliance with me. But he had died a little over ten years ago, at the ripe age of twelve decades. There had been squabbling amongst the family for a while as to who should be placed on the throne, from what I had heard. I had no idea how they had decided on Enki. Perhaps his name had simply been drawn out of a hat to end the squabbling – though I had to wonder if there wasn’t a sibling or cousin of his that had been more qualified.
Upon his ascension to the throne, he had closed off his alliance to me, and kicked out the few Fire Nation merchants and ambassadors who conducted business and trade in the city with Bumi’s permission and blessing. And it had been one sore spot after another ever since.
I rolled my eyes and groaned softly as I sifted through the papers at my desk. There was a fresh surge of problems between Omashu and a couple of Fire Nation cities near the shore. These lands now belonged to Fire Nation, but the King of Omashu refused to acknowledge that. It was rather tiresome, and I had finally decided that enough was enough – I invited him for a summit, so we could work out our problems. I had no desire to have him here, but I did not want to go to Omashu again. Surprisingly, he had accepted the invitation, and would be here within the next week. I had no desire to see him again, but I had bigger concerns at stake.
I looked up to see my wife with a tray of tea.
“I thought you could use some.” she offered, as she took a quick glance at the papers scattered across my desk. I smiled a little as she poured me a cup. I did not see her as a servant, but it was nice when she anticipated my needs, offering me a massage, or some tea, or someone to listen to.
“Come and sit with me.” I murmured. She slid a seat over, and glanced at my papers.
“Do you need my advice on anything, my lord?” she asked as she rested her head against my arm. We talked for a bit, sipping tea and talking about various affairs of state, her listening to me and giving me advice. When I mentioned the summit, she glanced at me curiously.
“This would have to do with the ongoing dispute between you and some parts of the Earth Kingdom?” she asked. I sighed and nodded. She shook her head and sat back.
“You’re allies with the Beifong clan, the Kyoshians and the King of Ba Sing Se, among others in the Earth Kingdoms. You’ve not made any aggressions towards anyone. Why should Omashu and its allies give you so much trouble?”
“Should it surprise you?” I asked with a shrug, “The War has gone on so long. And even though it’s been a while since it ended, some people just don’t forget what my great-grandfather did.” I stated dryly. She placed a gentle hand atop mine.
“I know. I can see why, but still. It’s been so long. You’ve proven yourself over and over. Especially with my people.” she replied. I sighed and nodded, and looked at the papers again as she drank some tea. I signed some papers that needed immediate attention, before stamping it with the Dragon Seal, the insignia that was used by the Fire Lords to seal their approval.
She was silent as I organized my papers, deciding which ones would be sent out immediately, and which ones needed to be discussed or mulled over.
“Is he going to be there?” she asked hesitantly.
“Who?”
“The King of Omashu. Since he seems to be the biggest problem.”
“Yes. Though, with his previous treatment of me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he sent one of his relatives or aides in his stead without telling me.” I muttered dryly. I organized a few more papers and rose from my seat, done for the evening. My wife remained in her seat, still holding her tea. She looked deep in thought.
I stiffened for a moment. Was she thinking about Enki? I know she had been wooed by him, did the prospect of him coming here make her hopeful in any way?
“Is something wrong?” I asked. She shook her head.
“Then come to bed with me.” I commanded. She lifted the tea tray and brought it out to the front room, for a servant to take care of, before coming to my bedroom.
She removed her robe, now clad in nothing but a loose white silk chemise, and matching briefs. I removed all but my undershorts, and climbed onto the bed, not bothering to pull up a blanket, since the weather was so balmy.
My wife seemed rather deep in thought. I stared over at her as she climbed onto the bed, splaying out on the linen sheets.
“Does the summit trouble you?” I asked. She shook her head.
“Good night, my lord.” she said softly, after a few moments. I decided to be blunt.
“Do you have feelings for Enki?” I asked. I saw her stiffen, before she stared at me, her eyes slightly wide. I waited for her answer. She stared back up at the ceiling before she spoke.
“You are my husband, my lord. I'm not going to break the sacred vows of marriage.”
“That's not what I am asking.”
“I left him behind a year ago when you took me, Zuko. I am your wife. I am mother of your son.”
“I know that, and I am always grateful you are with me. But I need to know.”
She was silent again for a few moments, before returning her gaze to me.
“It’s been a year, almost. I’ve always been faithful to you, as you have been to me. Here I am happy, and enjoy being with you. I hope you don’t think I’m just going to...” she sighed. I winced inwardly – I had not meant that.
“I don’t think you’ll break our vows. You know I care for you deeply… and I hope you feel the same for me. I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.” I muttered as I crept closer to her.
She was silent as I slipped off our loose clothing, and I explored her with my mouth and hands, seeking to comfort myself with her presence and warmth. She did not stop me from doing anything I wanted, yet I sensed something was off. This afternoon, she had been so open, playing with me, encouraging me, being fierce with me, but now? I stopped and looked down at her. She stared right back at me.
“What is it, my lord?”
“You seem to… not be interested. Does this not feel good?” I asked.
“No, please continue.” my wife responded softly, “I am just tired, that is all.” she whispered as she stroked my cheek.
I kissed and nuzzled her, continuing my attentions. I felt her hands on my face, before she stroked along my back and sides. I reveled in her caresses and murmured in approval. I felt her hand on my face and leaned into it. Her touch had always had such a soothing effect on me, and our intimacy was different from the fierce and frantic coupling we had earlier this afternoon. I sought to reassure her by my touches and attention that I had not been trying to accuse her of anything. I placed kisses along her face and held her close when we were done.
She remained silent as I gently stroked her hip, and I looked down at her.
“Are you angry with me?” I whispered. She sighed and shook her head.
“I wasn’t thinking about him at all. Just other things.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Nothing.” she murmured, rolling over and curling up.
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