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Painting These Streets Blue	By : moviefan Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 449 -:- 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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(A/N: Back for more? Well, I aim to please. So here's the next installment. Last time Zuko finally ended up giving in to Katara, and then spent the rest of the night kicking himself. Not to mention wondering what he's going to do the next time he and Katara meet. Let's see how that goes. Oh, and remember how I said Katara's behavior would be explained later, well, we'll be getting that explanation this chapter.)
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Part 3
Out of desperation, he tried to prepare himself for when he went out tonight, spending a good portion of the day meditating and trying to clear his mind. He didn’t want to succumb to temptation again. Tonight, he would tell Katara that what had happened between them was a mistake and wouldn’t be happening again. She would undoubtedly be hurt, and might even hate him for it, but it would be for the best, and it would be no less than he deserved.
In the event that she attempted to seduce him again, he took preventative measures against that too so he wouldn’t give in. Obviously, masturbation hadn’t been enough last time, so he took things a step further and slept with Mai. And while she was always open for going to bed with him, he still felt bad for doing so, like he had tricked her somehow, but she had certainly been willing and hadn’t complained in the least.
But while he felt guilty for essentially using Mai as an outlet, especially since he had very nearly called out the Waterbender’s name during sex, he felt even worse for Katara. Somehow, he felt like he was cheating on her, which didn’t make any sense. They weren’t in a relationship, he had made that very clear, and she had agreed that nothing could come of them. Even if he didn’t plan to make sure there was never a repeat of what happened, this still shouldn’t count as cheating. What had happened between them amounted to a lust-driven, loss of control, one-time fling; at most a friends with benefits romp, akin to what he already had with Mai. So why did it feel like he had cheated on her?
He would just have to chalk it up to one more regret as a result of his poor judgment. In any event, he hoped that it would prevent him from making anymore stupid mistakes when he went out later tonight, and he found himself counting down every minute of every hour until the sun set and the palace went to sleep so he could slip out.
Katara was waiting for him, just as he knew she would be. She gave him a happy yet shy smile when he joined her on the roof, her cheeks coloring slightly, and he was glad his mask hid the blush he knew was creeping up his own face.
“Hi,” she said shyly, unable to hide her bashfulness.
He gave her a nod, choosing to remain silent rather than verbally great her, mostly because he didn’t know how to greet her after what they had done the last time they were together.
He saw her smile falter slightly for his lack of response and felt bad about it. But then she seemed to shake it off. “What are the plans for tonight? Anything specific we need to take care of, or are we just patrolling?”
“Patrolling,” he said simply. As far as he knew, there were no acts of corruption going on tonight. “Hopefully we won’t run into any problems.”
She nodded in acknowledgement, but looked rather put out. He supposed he couldn’t blame her; he hadn’t been this short with her since they had first started working together. But he wasn’t sure how else to discourage a repeat of what had happened two nights ago. He’d told her that it would change nothing and that nothing would come of it, and this was the only way he could think of to show it.
His behavior remained the same throughout the night as he tried to keep both a figurative and literal distance between them. He could tell that Katara was feeling dejected with the way he was treating her, and he felt bad about it. But maybe that was the right call. Better to hurt her less now than a lot more later by letting a physical relationship between them develop further than it already had. Maybe it would sink in that this truly wasn’t possible between them if she saw how much of a distance them sleeping together had created.
“Are you feeling ok?” she asked him at one point during the night.
He nodded. “I’m fine. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
She frowned at that, and he saw the hurt in her eyes. It didn’t take much for him to figure out that she was hoping that if something was bothering him that he would confide in her. Well, that wasn’t going to happen. What would he tell her anyway? That he was treating her this way so she wouldn’t try and sleep with him again? Yeah, that would go over well.
Despite them not having any plans tonight, they ran into a situation that required their interference. But this was why they did these patrols on nights they had no plans, because so many people in the Fire Nation, particularly those with authority in positions of power, were so corrupt that trouble just randomly sprung up. And his father not only allowed it, but encouraged it.
This time, it seemed someone was causing trouble at a pub. One of the guests was harassing the barmaid, making inappropriate remarks and touching her in ways he shouldn’t. He was obviously someone of importance, as he was accompanied by four soldiers, not one of which was lifting a finger to help the distressed girl, and even seemed to find their employer’s behavior amusing.
Disgust filled Zuko at the way the barmaid was being treated, and a single look at Katara told him that she felt the same. It was times like this where they showed how well they worked together, able to communicate without words and know what the other was thinking and act accordingly.
Using the element of surprise, they stepped in to teach them a lesson. The soldiers there moved to protect their employer, but they were dealt with quickly enough. Zuko had then turned to the harasser and approached him threateningly. The man, who was clearly not a Firebender, backed away until he bumped into the wall, and Zuko pressed his sword to his throat. He then waited for Katara to make her way over and deliver the message loud and clear.
“If you ever treat anyone so dishonorably ever again,” she told him in a cold voice, “we’ll make sure you can’t treat anybody dishonorably ever again. Do you understand?”
The man was obviously a coward who used his wealth and status to come across as powerful, as was usually the case in such situations Zuko had found, and the man nodded furiously. That was meant to be the end of it, but then Zuko caught sight of one of the soldiers making a move in the reflection of his sword, punching out a stream of fire at Katara. Zuko had acted instinctually, lunging at her and turning them around so he was in the fire’s path while simultaneously swiping at the flames with his sword to disperse them.
He wasn’t quite fast enough, and he let out a cry as the back of his hand was burned. A gasp escaped Katara as her eyes widened in horror before fury twisted her features. Raising her arms, she used her Waterbending to seize control of every bit of liquid in the pub to completely surround the soldier that had burned him and freeze him in block of ice.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Zuko turned back to the soldier’s employer. With a swipe of his sword, he cut the pouch of coins the man had attached to his belt. Snatching it up as it dropped to the floor, he and Katara made their way out of the pub, tossing the bag of coins to the pub owner.
“For your troubles,” Katara told him. She then nodded to the barmaid that had been harassed. “And give her a raise.”
With their jobs done, they disappeared into the night, putting distance between themselves and the pub. The burn Zuko had received on the back of his hand hurt terribly, and he cursed himself for having stopped wearing gloves. And when they came to a stop behind a back alley, he examined the damage.
“Let me see,” Katara told him as she pulled a stream of water out of her water skin pouch.
He held his hand out to her and she gently took his wrist. The water surrounding her hand began glowing and she carefully placed it over the burn. Zuko winced at the contact, a hiss of pain escaping him, but almost immediately, the painful burning feeling began to sooth. He looked on in utter fascination as the damaged skin was healed, leaving no sign that it had been damaged at all.
Zuko suddenly found himself remembering their time in the crystal catacombs. Back then, she had offered to use her special spirit water to see if she would be able to use it to fix his scar. Before she could try though, they had been interrupted by his uncle and the Avatar breaking in to rescue them. It had been shortly after that that he had given in to his sister’s sweet promises and betrayed Katara’s unspoken offer of friendship.
He knew she didn’t have that spirit water anymore. After being struck by Azula’s lightning, he knew that Katara would have used it to heal the Avatar. It was how he knew that the boy would still be alive, and so he had sent that assassin after him. He regretted doing that too, like so many other things. He’d call the deadly Firebender off if he could, but he had no idea where the explosion favoring assassin was right now or how to find him.
With his burn healed, Katara returned the water to her water pouch. She kept hold of his hand though, and then, to his surprise, she brought his hand to her lips and kissed the spot where the burn had been, then placed his hand against her cheek and gave him a loving smile.
“There,” she said soothingly, covering his hand with hers, “all better.”
He hated the way she was smiling at him, because it hurt to see it. Reminding himself of what he had to do, he snatched his hand back, trying not to wince at the look of hurt that crossed her face.
“Don’t do that, My Lady,” he told her, unable to meet her gaze.
Confusion and sadness were written all over her face as she gave him a questioning look. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“Just don’t,” he said, turning away.
He couldn’t bear to see that look of heartbreak on her face. It was hard enough to do this as it was, seeing how upset it would make her would only make it that much harder.
“What’s going on, Blue?” she demanded, now sounding worried. “You’ve been acting strange all night. Why?” When he didn’t answer after several seconds, she asked, “Is it because of what happened between us?”
Once again, he didn’t answer, but his hands clenched into fists. So she was picking up what he was putting down. Good. Now she just had to follow that path towards its conclusion.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” she said, though it wasn’t framed as a question. “You still think it shouldn’t have happened, don’t you?”
“Because it shouldn’t have,” he confirmed. “You’re right, that is what this is about. We never should have done what we did together.”
He still wasn’t looking at her, so he had no idea what kind of expression she was making. But when she spoke next, she sounded angry. “You’re really doing this again? You’re just going to run away from this, from us?”
He turned back to her. “I’m not running.”
“Like hell you’re not,” she snapped, pulling off her veiled hat to show just how angry she was. “You are running, because you’re hooked on this misguided notion that we shouldn’t be together just because we don’t know who each other really are. How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t care about that? And that I don’t regret what happened between us.”
“But I do,” he snapped, letting his voice rise only slightly. “I don’t like the fact that things became intimate between us while you don’t know who I am. It doesn’t feel right.”
“And I told you, I don’t care about that.” Her eyes narrowed. “You only care because you think I should or will if I find out who you are, but I don’t. I also can’t help but notice that you keep saying that you don’t like the fact that I don’t know who you are. That suggests that you’re fine with not knowing who I am. And based on what happened between us, it certainly didn’t seem like you didn’t mind not knowing. So why is it only an issue if I don’t know?”
Agni take him, how could he not have thought of that? He could have used that excuse ages ago, that he wasn’t comfortable or interested in being with someone he didn’t know the identity of. Instead, he had made it all about her, saying how he didn’t like it that she didn’t know who he was, not the other way around. Well, as she had pointed out, that excuse had certainly sailed, as he had displayed clear interest and no discomfort in laying with her while, as far as she knew, he didn’t know who she was. Why did he only realize these things in hindsight?
She crossed her arms. “So that’s it then. It’s not about you not knowing who I am, it’s about you having an issue with me not knowing who you are and because of whatever you’ve done in your past, and you being unable to tell me who you are, so I’ll never know who you are or what that thing is that you’ve done. But I told you, that’s my problem, Blue, my decision, not yours. And as I told you time and time again, I’m fine with it.”
“You shouldn’t be,” he scolded. “You should be bothered with being intimate with a complete stranger.”
“You’re not a stranger.”
“But I am. You see only what I’ve shown you. I could be a horrible person, and you don’t know it.”
“This again?” She shook her head. “We’ve been through this before. A horrible person wouldn’t do all that you’ve done. You may have made mistakes you regret in the past, but that doesn’t make you a horrible person. I know enough about you to know that much, Blue.”
He growled in annoyance and shook his head. “Agni, you’re stubborn.”
“Well, there’s the pot calling the kettle black.” She took a step towards him, getting right up in his masked face. “I know what your problem is. You want this, I know you do, you’ve slipped up enough times for me to realize that, but you’ve done bad things in the past, and since you can’t reveal yourself to me, you don’t know if I’ll really be able to accept you and what you did, or you think I won’t. That’s why you’re trying to keep me away, because you think it’s for my own good. But now that you’ve given in, you feel guilty, so you’re trying to push me away. Am I right?”
Well damn, if she didn’t hit the nail on the head. If she had figured that much out, then there was no point in hiding it. “If you’ve figured that out, then you should understand where I’m coming from.”
She poked him in the chest. “And you should understand that it’s my choice, not yours. And you should also understand me when is say I don’t care.”
He cocked his head to the side, trying to convey a questioning look through his Blue Spirit mask. “You don’t care that I’ve done terrible things in the past? No matter what they are?”
She stubbornly placed her hands on her hips. “Did you kill anyone? And I don’t mean in self-defense or anything, I mean murder in cold blood.”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Did you ever willingly torture anyone or take pleasure in causing anyone pain of any kind.”
A growl escaped him. “No.”
“Did you ever rape or sexually assault someone?”
“No.”
She shook her head. “Then I don’t care. I would have trouble dealing with something like those things, but whatever you did, I can tell you’re sorry and you regret it and are trying to make up for it. So I can forgive you for it, even if I don’t know what it is.” She seemed to deflate a bit after that and took a step back. “I really am ok with not knowing who you are, Blue, or what you did. Why can’t you be ok with my decision?”
Because she still didn’t know, and despite what she thought, the truth would destroy her. That was something he knew, but she didn’t. He was certain that if the possibility ever occurred to her, she would have asked if he was Prince Zuko as one of the unforgivable things she had listed off.
“Why do you want this anyway?” he asked. “You know it won’t last. It can’t last. There will come a point where one of us will either have to leave or stop the whole spirit impersonation thing, so a relationship between us would be doomed from the start. But even if we didn’t have to stop, what do you expect? For us to have some indefinite nighttime only romance without ever knowing who the other is? That’s why nothing can change between us. It can’t go anywhere. All this pursuit will do is end up in heartache for one or both of us.”
She was silent for a long moment, her eyes sad. She seemed to be contemplating her words before she finally spoke. “It’s already too late for that. You already know how I feel, and despite your attempt to hide it, I know you have feelings for me as well, even if I don’t know to what extent.”
He didn’t bother to deny it; there would be no point. Plus, it would be a lie, and this was an important, genuine moment of honesty; those felt rare enough as it was in light of their situation. “Then why do you seek further heartache?”
She sighed deeply and looked up at the moon. “Do you remember what I told you about my mother?”
He nodded. She’d told him this twice already, once as Zuko in the crystal catacombs and once during one of their night patrols together. She’d given the Blue Spirit more information than she had given Zuko though. He’d never told her anything about his life though. He couldn’t, it would put his identity at risk.
“You lost her to the Fire Nation,” he said, feeling guilty for that. Even if he wasn’t the one at fault, it had still been his people who did it.
“That hurt,” she said. “It hurt so much I thought I’d die. It still hurts, every day. Yet I still cherished the time I had with her. I wish I could have had more, and I regret not having had more when she was alive. My father too. Yes, he’s still alive, but he’s been away at war, and I missed out on so much with him, and that hurts too.”
She looked back at him with a serious look. “I know you and I have no happy ending, Blue. I know that wherever we take this between us that it will end in heartache. But… I would rather get the most out of the time I have with the person I love while it lasts and deal with the heartache afterwards than miss out on what we could have had because I was afraid of the pain that I would feel when it ended. I’m not willing to sacrifice good times to avoid the bad. That’s no way to live, and I don’t intend to live that way. Not as my real self or while being the Painted Lady.”
Zuko stared at her, his heart racing in his chest at her little speech. He hadn’t expected such a deep, in-depth answer. And the worst part was that he understood. He’d lost so much as well, including his mother, just like her. So he could not only relate, but agree with her point of view of wanting to get the most out of what she could with the people she loved while she could, even if it meant hurting later. And for her, that included with him.
But this also killed one of his biggest excuses to keep her at bay. She knew he had feelings for her, he couldn’t fool her with an act, and she was saying that she was not only ok with not knowing who he really was or that he had done bad things in the past, but also that she would take whatever heartbreak would come of this thing between them when it eventually ended, because it would end, whether either of them wanted it to or not.
So where did he go from here? How did he prevent this from escalating further without actually revealing who he was? Because he had a feeling that that would be the only way to dissuade her at this point. But it would also make this whole thing a thousand times worse. Out of all the possible scenarios and outcomes, that was the one he could never allow to happen.
With a sigh, he played the only card he had left as he stepped away from her. “I’m sorry, My Lady. You may be fine with all that, but I’m not.”
He saw hurt flash across her face before anger filled her eyes as she glared at him. “Liar. If that were true, you never would have made love to me.”
He forced himself to laugh, but even to his own ears, it sounded fake. “You’re reading too much into things. The Fire Nation isn’t as reserved as the Water Tribe when it comes to sex, and I’m a man with needs. What happened between us was a moment of weakness that I never should have let happen. And it’s a mistake I won’t repeat.”
He turned away then and began walking away. What he had said hadn’t been easy, but it needed to be said. This had already gone way too far, and he needed to put a stop to it. This was the only way he could think of to do it. Better to break her heart now than shatter it completely later. He knew she wouldn’t appreciate him making that decision for her, but it was indeed for the best. She would think so herself is she knew the truth. Scratch that, this never would have happened at all if she knew the truth.
As he walked away, he suddenly found himself hit with a splash of water, completely soaking him. Ordinarily, he would be able to dry himself off in just a second with his Firebending, but since he couldn’t do that as the Blue Spirit in Katara’s presence, he was now stuck being wet, and he turned to the Waterbender irritably.
“Really?” he grumbled.
Anger was flashing in Katara’s eyes as she held her arms out, both of them covered by water. She lashed out, sending a water whip at him, and it struck the Blue Spirit mask, knocking it off his face. Reaching up, he adjusted his second mask to keep his scar hidden as he glared at her.
“What’s the matter with you!” he demanded.
“What’s the atter with me!?” she snapped. “What’s the matter with you!?”
She thrusted her arms out, sending streams of water at him. He leapt back to avoid them and she went after him. The next thing Zuko knew, they were sparring, and he was left wondering how exactly this turn of events had occurred.
“You are a stupid, arrogant, egotistical jerk!” she raged as she kept coming at him.
“Stop it!” he scolded as he blocked her blows. “Why are you being like this!?”
“Why are you being like this!?” she shot back. “You’re running away from what we could have together out of pure stubbornness due to this idiotic, misguided sense of nobleness where you think you know what’s best for me! But I’m a big girl, I can make my own decisions for myself. You don’t get to decide things for me!”
She sent her water tentacle at him again, and this time it wrapped around him and lifted him into the air. Zuko had had enough at this point. He understood that she was angry, and he understood why. He even considered her anger justified, and under different circumstances would agree with what she was saying, that he was being foolish and running away.
But these were the circumstances, and he knew what was best for her in this because he understood the circumstances. But she was making it so damn difficult. And while he found it commendable that she was fighting for her love, even against the person she loved, he needed to put a stop to this.
Grabbing his swords, he cut himself free of her water tentacle and lunged at her. She pulled back in surprise at the unexpected movement as he got right up in her face. Dropping his swords, he reached for her arms, seizing her wrists. He held her arms out, preventing her from performing the movements necessary to continue Waterbending, and the water that was gathered around her arms splashed to the ground.
“Will you stop it already,” he growled at her as she struggled against his hold.
She continued to twist her hands in his grip, trying to break his hold on her. “You are such an idiot!”
They kept struggling and ended up falling over. Zuko ended up on top of Katara, and yet she continued to fight him. Letting out a growl, he rested his full weight on her as he pinned her arms down by her head, and still she continued to squirm beneath him.
“Enough, your water show is going to get us caught!” he snapped at her. That seemed to placate her enough to get her to stop struggling, but she glared up at him. He just glared right back as he kept her pinned down, their faces mere inches apart. “Agni, you are the most stubborn, infuriating woman I’ve ever met.”
She didn’t say anything and just continued to glare at him angrily. Both of them were breathing heavily from their physical exertions, and Katara’s cheeks were flushed, her face shining with perspiration. Zuko kept her arms pinned down, having not really planned on what to do beyond this point. Did he let her go now that she had stopped fighting? Would she attack him again if she did?
Before he could contemplate what to do further, she lifted her head and kissed him. Zuko’s eyes widened at the unexpected action, when in hindsight he probably should have seen this coming. And when she pulled back and laid her head back down, there was lust mixed with the anger in her heated gaze. That was when Zuko suddenly became aware of the fact that at some point between when she had attacked him and now, he had grown incredibly hard.
She had to feel it. With the way he was laying on top of her, it was impossible that she didn’t. And there became no doubt when, for a brief moment, her gaze darted downward before quickly returning to his face, her eyes still blazing with lust and anger. She did nothing further though, having put the ball in his court.
Zuko still didn’t know what made him do it, but the next thing he knew, he had leaned down to kiss her. She instantly kissed him back the moment their lips met, opening her mouth to him, and he immediately accepted her invitation. His grip on her wrists loosened, and she pulled out of his hold the moment it did, wrapping her arms around his neck.
They kissed furiously, clawing and grabbing at each other. Katara somehow managed to get her legs out from underneath him and wrap them around his waist. She then rolled them over so she was on top, and now Zuko found that he was the one pinned down by her.
She pulled away and glared down at him, and it was obvious that she was still furious. But she was now being led by her desires as she sat against his center, resting against his hardness. She ground her hips against his bulge, making him groan and her hiss. He could actually feel just how wet she was through their clothes as she grinded against him as she gripped his shirt for leverage.
“La, you are such an idiot,” she practically growled down at him as she continued to rub her core against him, the look on her face absolutely ravenous, feral even.
Reaching up, she tore off her cowl and threw it aside. Through Zuko’s lust-filled mind, it registered to his rational self what was going to happen, but there was no stopping it. The gods themselves could descend from the heavens and not even they could stop what was going to happen. So there was no way he could, and he didn’t even bother to try. He was too far gone right now; they were both too far gone.
Katara scooted back, but just enough to grab the top of his pants and pull them down to his knees. Then she quickly stood up and scrambled to reach beneath her dress, pushing down her undergarments. When they fell to her ankles, she hurriedly kicked them off, her desperation and urgency apparent. She immediately straddled him again, reaching beneath her dress to grab hold of him, and he let out a groan as she grasped his erection.
Lifting herself up, Katara moved him into alignment with her entrance, and Zuko’s fists clenched when he felt the head of his member come in contact with her wet heat. She released him once his head slipped inside and sank down on him. Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened in what appeared to be a silent scream as her hips met his.
He was inside her again. By the gods, he was inside her again, and it felt just as heavenly as before. But there was no adjustment period this time as Katara immediately began riding him furiously. She was running on pure instinct, lust, and emotion now, unleashing all her anger and frustration into their coupling. She grasped handfuls of his shirt, twisting the material around in her grip as she moved her hips forward and back, her face twisting to form expressions of what could only be described as tortured pleasure, loud cries and moans escaping her as she viciously thrusted against him.
Zuko was releasing his own series of sounds, hissing and grunting as his whole body rocked violently with Katara’s aggressive movements. He grabbed her hips, wishing he could feel her soft skin rather than the material of her dress as he helped guide her movements, just frantic thrusting against each other. Katara twisted and turned above him, pulling at his shirt to drive herself against him harder.
They moved together in an animalistic frenzy, both of them completely out of control. Every so often, he would hear Katara insult him in some way, mostly calling him a moron or an idiot, but incoherent babble also mostly slipped out, usually calling the names of different spirits, and he was even shocked to hear the occasional swear escape her, which was surprising since she hardly ever used such language. Not that he blamed her, as he too let his own words of profanity slip passed his lips, along with the names of spirits and deities. This wasn’t love making, this was fucking, pure and simple.
Shaking her arms out of her open sleeves, Katara continued to pull and yank at his shirt as she rode him, stretching the material out. It had long since become untucked, and she finally released it as her hands sought out his skin. Her hands slipped under his shirt and began pushing it up his chest as she ran her palms over him. Pained hisses escaped him as she began scratching and digging her nails into his flesh, but the minor pain only heightened the experience further. He knew his own hands were gripping her hips with near bruising force; his fingers would probably leave marks on her sides. Katara seemed to relish in the minor pain as well as she moved against him faster and faster.
They continued on like that for several minutes, going at it like two wild animals in a mating frenzy. As they both strived for climax, Zuko’s hips began to rise off the ground as he thrusted up into her harder and harder. Pulling Katara down onto him with each thrust, he grunted loudly each time his hips met hers as she let out simultaneous gasps. One of her hands left his chest, which he knew would be covered in scratch marks, some probably deep enough to produce small droplets of blood. Reaching back, she grasped his leg for further leverage, using it to help thrust herself against him as the nails of her other hand continued to dig into his chest.
Zuko didn’t know how long it went on for, but it was shorter than their first time with how worked up they both were. But when he felt himself getting close, Katara suddenly gasped loudly and tensed up above him, her whole body going still. Then she let out a loud cry as her inner walls began spasming around him and tremors began shaking her whole body. The arrival of her orgasm immediately drained the rest of his stamina and his back arched off the ground, his whole lower body rising up, taking Katara with him. He pulled her hips down on him as he came longer and harder than he could ever remember cumming, seeing stars and flashes of white light behind his eyelids.
After several seconds, Zuko dropped back down to the ground with a grunt, his cock still spurting inside her. Katara somehow managed to stay sitting upright on him as her body continued to jerk on top of him. She kept her hands on his chest for balance as she sucked in gasps of air until her strength finally gave out and she fell forward, collapsing on top of him. Zuko felt completely drained of strength himself, his hands having fallen away from her hips. Neither of them moved as their breathing and heartbeats slowly regulated.
Again, he scolded himself as his mind returned from its euphoric state enough for him to form rational thoughts. He couldn’t believe he had done this again. He had even had sex with Mai earlier today as a precaution, something he still felt horrible about, and yet he had still ended up giving into Katara. What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he control himself around her? Why was he so damn weak?
In his defense though, this hadn’t been like last time where he had given in to her seduction, for her lack of a better word. This had been more cathartic, more spontaneous and sporadic. Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure how it had happened. One moment they had been fighting, the next thing he knew, they were heavily engaged with each other, and Zuko had found himself unable to stop. Was angry sex always like that?
It seemed there was no helping it. He would just have to try harder to resist next time, because he was pretty sure there would be a next time considering how his attempt to convince Katara that this was a mistake had gone; that being not well at all. But now that he saw her point of view on things, he didn’t think he would be able to dissuade her. Maybe that still would have been an option if he hadn’t ended up succumbing to his baser instincts, again, but he had all but shown her that he was indeed just being stubborn about them having a sexual relationship, and that she was more than capable of wearing down his defenses and his resolve.
They laid there for a long time, and Zuko thought Katara might have fallen asleep on top of him, yet he found that he didn’t mind her weight, even found it comforting. Both their clothes were damp with sweat, and despite the warming nights the Fire Nation had compared to the other nations, Zuko felt a chill run through him. This chill sent a ripple through Katara, causing her inner walls to clench around his length that was still inside her. His softened member began to grow harder as a result, and she once again clenched around him in response.
He heard an intake of breath from her at the feel of him growing hard within her, answering his question of whether or not she was asleep. She took a few deeper breaths before shifting her body on top of him, and he grew fully erect within the confines of her heat. This caused his cheeks to fill with warmth at the thought of her being able to feel him growing hard inside her.
Slowly, she pushed herself up so she was sitting astride him once more. She looked down at him and all traces of her earlier anger were gone. All he saw now was pure desire written all over her face. She sat above him, her cheeks flushed, taking long deep breaths as she stared at him longingly. Then she slowly started moving on him again, his cock now fully erect inside her.
Her movements weren’t fast or frantic like before, but gentle and sensual. Rather than claw at him, her hands now rested on his mostly exposed chest as she made small up and down movements on him, letting out a small gasping pant each time she lowered herself onto him. Zuko’s own hands soon set to work, reaching up to caress her curves through her outfit, wishing it was gone so he could fully explore her.
She must have been of similar mind as she began pushing his shirt the rest of the way up and tried to work it over his head. “Off,” she said softly.
He assisted her, slipping it off and pushing it away. His pants had already been worked down past his knees from their frantic coupling earlier, and it was a simple matter to kick them and his shoes off, leaving him in only his mask.
Katara ran her hands over his chest, admiring his muscles as she continued to slowly move on him. Then she reached up and unfastened her broach before gathering up the material of her dress. In one fluid motion, she pulled it up and over her head, turning it inside out in the process as she bared her body to him, then tossed it away, leaving her fully exposed to him. Zuko inhaled deeply as he took in her nude form; she was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her nipples were fully erect, and he longed to take them into his mouth.
Reaching up, she undid the bun at the top of her head, shaking it loose so it fell down to join the rest of her long flowing hair. She then resumed running her hands over his body as she proceeded to slowly move on him. She continued to emit her light gasps with every movement, her eyes fluttering each time, and it was the most erotic sight Zuko had ever seen.
He shouldn’t be doing this, he knew he shouldn’t; it just wasn’t right. And yet the damage was already done. He’d had slept with her a second time when there should never have even been a first. And now Katara had led their second time into their third. What would be the point in stopping now? He didn’t even think he could stop if he tried; his need for her was too great.
His hands itched to explore her newly exposed skin, and once again, she seemed to be thinking the same thing as him. She reached for his hands, taking hold of them and bringing them up, over her legs, her sides, to place them on her chest, covering her breasts. He felt her beaded nipples against his palms as she pressed his hands against her, indicating that she wanted him to touch her.
She kept her hands over his until he began to knead and roll around her breasts. Her own hands then found place on his chest again as he massaged and caressed the globes of flesh in his hands as their movements fell into sync. Gasps and moans began escaping her as she began to perspire once more, as did he. Katara’s eyes were closed in bliss as she rocked on top of him. Zuko, however, found he couldn’t take his eyes off her, as if he were mesmerized by her swaying form. He lifted his hips to meet hers whenever she lowered herself onto him.
Releasing a loud exhale, Katara allowed her head to fall back, turning her face to the sky. She leaned further back, reaching behind him to grasp his knees, using them to help push herself against him. She fell out of range of his reach, and so his hands settled on her hips to assist in her movements.
His eyes remained transfixed on her face as her head rolled around on her shoulders. He took in all her little expressions, from the way she nibbled on her lower lip or licked them as her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, the flaring of her nostrils as she breathed heavily, her eyes moving around behind her eyelids, and he couldn’t decide which expression he liked best.
He decided that any look of pleasure on her face was one he liked best, and he was determined to bring her as much as possible. He moved one of his hands closer to her center and used his thumb to massage her clit. Katara gasped loudly, releasing his legs and jerking upright. A shiver ran through her as he rubbed her bundle of nerves, and she began to run her hands over her own body, caressing her stomach and sides, grasping her own breasts and rolling them around.
Zuko stared at her chest, completely transfixed by the luscious globes. His mouth watered at the sight of her hardened nipples, and as she ran her hands up her body and tangled the in her hair, he could no longer resist. Rising up, he buried his face in her chest, placing kisses over her bosom before taking a nipple into his mouth. Katara gasped loudly, dropping her hair and stretching her arms high above her, as if she were seeking to touch the heavens. Zuko’s arms wrapped around her torso, holding her to him as he teased and sucked her nipple.
He paid special attention to one, then the other, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. Katara’s hands came down to grasp his head, hugging it to her chest. She nuzzled the top of his head over the material of his mask, making low mumbling sounds. On either side of him, her legs shifted so she was no longer kneeling on them, and instead she sat on his lap with a bent leg on either side of him.
She stopped hugging his head and instead grasped his face in her hands, directing it upwards. Her lips sought out his and they kissed. Her mouth opened for him in invitation, and his tongue met hers. Their two oral muscles rubbed against each other, taking turns of whose mouth they engaged in. They only came apart for quick gulps of air before sealing their lips together again and resuming their oral wrestling match.
Their kissing session eventually ended as Katara leaned back once more. She reached back with one hand to brace herself on the ground while grasping his shoulder with her other hand. Zuko’s own hands moved down to her lower back to help her along as she pushed and pulled herself against him. Zuko could tell that she was working herself up to another orgasm by the way she was moving, her thrusts beginning to speed up. He moved with her, pulling her against him harder each time she thrusted herself against him, her breasts bouncing in front of him and her hair slapping against her back.
She was becoming more vocal too, her cries becoming louder and her gasps rougher. Zuko strove to help her get to her end, thrusting himself into her even harder, and he felt her nails dig into his shoulder as she got closer. His gaze became fixated on a bead of sweat as it ran down the side of her head, past her neck, and over her breast, and he couldn’t resist licking a trail up the path it had run, stopping to suck on her pulse point.
“Oh, gods!” Katara gasped out, her nails dragging even deeper into his shoulder. “Gods! Godsssss!”
She began shaking in his lap as she came in a rush, a sex flush darkening her skin as it traveled over her whole body. Her nails went from digging into his shoulder to scratching at it over and over again, and Zuko hissed at the stinging sensation. It was nothing compared to the feel of her inner walls milking his cock. Fortunately for him, he had more stamina left after having cum once already, and once Katara’s orgasm came to an end, they resumed their love making.
Their coupling lasted longer than the last two times, both their angry sex and their first time. Zuko was able to bring Katara to climax two more times before he felt himself getting close. Currently, Katara was still seated in his lap, only now she had both legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. Zuko, similarly was hugging her to him as well, panting in her ear just as heavily as she panted in his. They rocked together, as close together as two people could be, not a bit of her that wasn’t in contact with him.
He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but he wanted to bring her to orgasm once more before he finished. He did his best to control his breathing as he learned from his Firebending training, and it helped him to last longer and maintain control. And when he felt the telltale signs of her approaching climax, he pulsed to get her there first. He could tell she was almost there by the way her limbs were tightening around him, her breathing and cries, her more frantic movements, and the way her inner walls gripped his length.
Sliding his hands down her back to grip her rear, he pulled her faster and harder against him. Katara whimpered, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she clung to him as tightly as possible. Muffled cries escaped her as she attempted to keep silent, but as she got closer, they became impossible to not let out. And as her orgasm hit, she screamed into his neck to try and silence herself.
The rush of fluids and feel of her walls contracting around him destroyed whatever remaining stamina Zuko had left, and he began letting out a series of groans as he began spurting within her. He held her close and she clung to him tightly as they both experienced their orgasms, their grips on each other maintaining even when their climaxes subsided. Only when their strength began to seep out of them did their holds on each other loosen and they began lightly rocking together in an entanglement of limbs.
Katara was panting lightly as she rested her head against his, her chin on his shoulder. When she seemed to recover enough of her strength, she pulled away from him slightly and reached up to push away her hair sticking to her sweaty face. Her mouth was still partly open as she panted, and her eyes found his. She was still flushed, despite her orgasms having ended several minutes ago, or maybe she was flushed anew. Regardless, a blushing, ravished Katara was easily one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen.
She gave him a loving smile before slowly leaning in and kissing him, and Zuko found himself wondering how they had gotten here. How did they go from him telling her that they couldn’t have an intimate relationship to having angry sex to making love? It was utterly baffling. And yet here he was, kissing a naked Katara in his arms with his softened member still inside her.
When their kiss came to an end, Katara closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his, looking as if she were savoring the moment. He couldn’t exactly blame her for that, as he was savoring it too, but they couldn’t stay here forever. And so he allowed them a short reprieve to enjoy the closeness of each other before he let out a sigh.
“My Lady…” he said softly.
“I know,” she replied. Opening her eyes, she lifted her forehead from his. “We need to get going.”
He didn’t respond, he merely gave her a nod. She let out a reluctant sigh of her own as she released him and stood up. Zuko immediately missed the feel of having her in his arms, not to mention the warmth of her body as his member slipped out of her. He hung onto the memory of how she felt though as he got up and the two of them began as gathering their clothes in silence.
If Zuko thought the aftermath of the first time they had sex had been awkward, it was even more so this time. Likely as a result of how their sex had started off. He now found it difficult to look at her as a result. That and because he felt ashamed of himself. But he tried to make it seem like everything was normal and that they hadn’t just had another night of amazing sex.
“As far as I know, there’s nothing important going on tomorrow,” he told her, trying to hide his discomfort. “It should just be another normal night of patrolling, and hopefully we won’t encounter any problems.”
She nodded in understanding. “Then should we just meet at our usual spot?”
“I was going to suggest that as well,” he replied, though he did think they should have more than one default meeting spot in case they were seen by anyone going there so much.
“Ok, then,” she said, adjusting her hat.
Even in her full Painted Lady get up, it was pretty obvious what she had been up to, mostly due to how messed up her hair and makeup were, not to mention how disheveled her clothes were. And even though he felt ashamed for dishonoring her again, whether she knew it or not, he also couldn’t help but take pride in the thought that he had satisfied her so thoroughly.
He intentionally shook off these thoughts as he turned to leave. “Until tomorrow then.”
He walked away from her, and was just about to leap into the air to begin the process of kicking off one wall to the other until he reached the roof when her voice stopped him. “Blue.”
He paused, hesitating for a few moments before turning back to her. “Yes, My Lady?”
Now she hesitated, biting her bottom lip shyly. Then she suddenly raced over to him. She stopped in front of him and removed her veiled hat to rise up and press a kiss to the mouth of his Blue Spirit mask. The gesture caught him off guard as he stepped back and gave him a serious look.
“I understand where you’re coming from,” she told him. “And I appreciate that you’re trying to do what you think is best for me. But I wish you would let me make my own decisions, and make my own mistakes. Even if you think my choice is the wrong one, I would still like you to respect my decision. So I don’t want you to hold yourself back on my account. Even if it turns out to be the wrong decision, it’s still my mistake to make.” She put her hat back on. “Please think about that. Goodnight, Blue.”
She took her leave after that. And just as she requested, he did think about what she said, all the way back to the palace, and even after he got into bed. He thought long and hard about her words. And while he still couldn’t bring himself to be with her in good conscience given their circumstances, he understood where she was coming from, and what she was asking of him.
She wanted him and knew that he wanted her, but believed he didn’t think he was good for her due to her not knowing who he was and what he had done. Which, to be fair, was all true. But she had made a decision and was requesting that he respect that decision. But how could he respect her decision when it was based on a situation she never even considered and would truly be avert to if she knew the truth?
He let out a sigh as he rolled over in his bed. Did it even matter anymore at this point? With the number of times he’d given in to her advances, it looked as if he was fighting a losing battle. Was a battle he was destined to lose even worth fighting?
He wished he could talk to his uncle about all this, but the Dragon Of The West was still confined to his cell. Not that that had stopped Zuko from visiting him before, but regardless, this was something he couldn’t even speak to him about. It was a secret he would have to take to his grave. Not that he would live long anyway if Katara ever found out who he was.
But still, he couldn’t help but wonder what his uncle would think about all this. Would he be ashamed? Disappointed? Zuko wouldn’t be surprised if he would be. It certainly wouldn’t be the first decision Zuko had made that his uncle would be ashamed of or disappointed in.
Despite his exhaustion, it took Zuko quite a while to fall asleep, and he didn’t feel any better in the morning. He and Katara would be meeting again tonight. And if their last two encounters were anything to go by, he had a feeling that he knew how this next one would go too. And while he told himself that he wouldn’t succumb again, his track record showed him that he wasn’t that good at sticking to that decision.
He didn’t bother with any so-called precautions this time. Masturbating hadn’t worked, having sex with Mai hadn’t worked, so what was the point? If he was going to end up giving in, then he was going to end up giving in no matter how much preparation he did. He would just have to hope that his willpower would be strong enough to resist temptation tonight when it hadn’t been before.
He feared it wouldn’t be enough though the moment he saw her again that night. Just the sight of her was enough to cause his cock to stir, as if his body was recognizing its mate and was now anticipating their inevitable coupling. Maybe they really had been possessed by the actual Blue Spirit and Painted Lady after all.
From there, it was a standard night of patrolling the city. And while they didn’t come across any crime or wrongdoings, there was something that eventually did catch their attention. In another part of the city, a commotion was going on, and they hurried over to investigate. But as they approached, it soon became apparent that there was nothing to be concerned about when they got close enough to hear the music coming from the area.
Zuko was quite shocked by what they found. From the looks of it, it appeared to be a big party, maybe even a small festival. Such events were very rare in the Fire Nation with how strict and disciplined his father ran everything. Really, festive gatherings like this only happened amongst the top-ranking officials for special occasions.
He soon saw that that’s exactly what this was. A large birthday party for a rich official’s son, who had just become of age from the looks of it. Yes, he supposed that warranted a cause for such a celebration. Musicians were playing music, people were being merry, and there was even dancing going on; another rarity in the Fire Nation.
“What is this?” Katara asked as they looked down on the gathering from the rooftop. “It looks like a party.”
“It is,” he replied. “For a high-ranking official’s son coming of age.”
She frowned, looking confused. “I thought the Fire Nation doesn’t allow partying or dancing.”
Behind his mask, he raised an eyebrow, surprised that she knew this. “For standard gatherings amongst normal citizens, yes, it’s typically banned, but private parties for the elite still occur.”
“Huh,” she muttered with interest, leaning forward to rest her arms on the parapet as she looked down at the party. “Good to know.”
He glanced at her as she observed the people below. Slowly, his gaze moved down to her hand, and he was tempted to reach out and take it. He resisted the urge though and returned his attention to the party. They were too high up and it was too dark for them to have to worry about being seen, and music more than drowned out their voices to those down below, so there was no fear of being overheard either.
“It’s good to see that at least some people of the Fire Nation can have fun,” Katara commented.
Zuko glanced at her, not entirely sure what she meant by that. She glanced at him as well and smiled. With a twinkle in her eye, she stepped away from the wall and held her arms out to him.
“Come on, Blue,” she said happily, “dance with me.”
He blinked, caught off guard by her request. He wasn’t so much surprised that she wanted to dance as he was that she was asking him to dance.
Turning to face her, he leaned back against the parapet. “I don’t dance.”
Her smile just widened. “You sure? You really don’t dance?”
“Not really.”
This didn’t seem to deter her though as she continued smiling and began swaying to the beat of the music. “Ok, but feel free to join me.”
He looked on as she moved to the music. He clenched his fists to hold himself back from going to her. It wasn’t that he couldn’t dance, he just didn’t. But as he watched Katara sway about, he was greatly tempted to join her. He told himself that they didn’t have time for this, that they had a job to do and should go back to patrolling the city, but found that he didn’t have the heart to do so. Katara carried so much weight on her shoulders that it was good to see her loosen up and enjoy life. That and he found himself completely and utterly mesmerized by her dance movements.
Eyes closed, Katara moved to the music, getting lost in its rhythm. She kicked off her sandals to dance easier as she swayed to the beat. Unable to tear his eyes away, Zuko watched as her movements seemed to become more sensual. Reaching up, she removed her veiled hat, holding it out in front of her as if she were dancing with it. And for some reason, Zuko found himself feeling jealous. How utterly ridiculous, being jealous of a hat.
Soon enough though, she tossed the hat aside as she continued to move to the beat. Yes, her movements were definitely more sensual now, reminding him of his father’s exotic dancers who would perform. And as he watched her dance in the moonlight, a startling revelation struck Zuko.
He was in love with her. It was a shock to realize, but it was true. This wasn’t mere lust. Somehow over the past four months they had been doing his late-night team up, he had completely fallen in love with her. He’d known that he had been developing feelings for her for some time and had been fighting against them, but it was no longer a matter of falling for her, he was already in love with her.
What an idiot he was. How stupid could he be to allow himself to fall for her? Because it didn’t change anything, they still had no future together. No matter how much he loved her, he still couldn’t reveal who he was, and they couldn’t have a relationship beyond a physical one. He’d even gotten on her case of how anything between them would eventually only lead to a heartbreaking end. By the gods, what a fool he had been.
Perhaps this was his punishment. For allowing himself to fall victim to temptation and dishonoring her, not only was he going to have to live with the guilt of his deed, he would also need to suffer the heartache of loving the one woman he could never truly have, made worse by the knowledge that she actually loved him back, at least the Blue Spirit version of him, but that they could never be together. The gods truly were cruel in their judgment of his misdeeds.
Katara was completely unaware of his inner-turmoil as she proceeded to dance. Her eyes opened halfway and she saw him watching her. The smile on her face widened and her dancing became even more sensual, bordering on erotic with the way she began running her hands over her body. They slid over her torso, down to her knees, up over her breasts, through her hair, touching herself in a way Zuko desired to do so.
She kept her eyes on him the whole time, and Zuko realized that she knew exactly what she was doing, tempting him with her dancing. At first he wondered where a Water Tribe girl with all her people’s reservations had learned such moves, but then he noticed the nervous, embarrassed flush of her cheeks and how her movements seemed to follow their own random rhythm as she moved along with the beat, and he realized that she hadn’t learned any of this anywhere. She was just going with the flow, letting instinct guide her as she got lost in the music, doing whatever felt right in her and what she thought might entice him. And he was enticed alright, he was enticed very much.
She was nervous too, he could see that in her movements as well; there was an uncertainty in them. But she was pushing through her nervousness as she danced for him. She kept dancing as she wiggled her arms out of the openings of her sleeves, letting them hang down on either side of her as she bared her arms. She then continued her now erotic dance as she proceeded to run her hands up her body until she reached for her cowl and made a show of removing that as well, incorporating its removal into her dance, hooking her fingers into the sides and pulling it off. Her hair was next as she released it from its bun and shook it out.
Zuko inhaled loudly as he suddenly realized that Katara was attempting to do a striptease for him. She ran her hands through her hair a few times, combing it out, and his own hands itched to take their place. That itch grew as she began sensually running her hands over her body again while sashaying her hips in a manner that could hypnotize a blind man. Then her hands made their way back up her body and behind her neck, untying her top, and it slid down her chest to bunch around her stomach.
Zuko practically groaned at the sight of her breasts on display as they moved about with her dancing. But she wasn’t done yet, and after running her hands over her newly exposed skin for a minute or two, they came down to her waist and began pushing the rest of her clothes down her body. She only pushed them down enough so the movements of her swaying hips would send them sliding down the rest of the way on their own. And once the material gathered at her feet, she stepped out of it.
This left her in nothing more than her undergarments. These she did not remove though as she continued to dance, but then she began to make her way over to him. Zuko remained frozen as she got closer and closer. Seeing Katara dance in the moonlight may have been the most mesmerizing thing he’d ever witnessed. Even if he wanted to, he didn’t think he would be able to move.
She came to a stop directly in front of him, but never stopped dancing. Her arms crossed, stretched out to her sides, rose over her head, and then down her body, just inviting him to touch her. But Zuko didn’t dare. Bad enough he’d touched her all those other times, but to do so now, when he had just realized the true depths of his feelings for her, he was almost afraid to lay so much as a finger on her.
She took the matter out of his hands though by reaching for his. Gently taking his wrists, she brought them up and placed her hands on her hips as she continued to sway. She then ran her hands up his arms and hooked her hands together behind his neck. She smiled at him as she looked directly into the eye-holes of his mask.
Zuko could hardly believe that he was dancing with a practically naked Katara out in the open on a rooftop above a party of Fire Nation citizens. Or maybe he could in light of all the other things he had done with her. He wasn’t so much dancing with her though as he was allowing the motions of her body as she danced move him. And yet they continued to sway together to the beat of the music.
Then Katara slowly leaned in and pressed a kiss to the snarling mouth of his mask. Grasping the sides of it, she then pulled it up higher until just his mouth was exposed, then kissed his actual lips. Pulling his mask up and off completely and dropping it to the ground, she kissed him a third time, this time lingering with her lips against his, and Zuko found himself kissing her back without even giving the action any thought.
As the music continued to play, Katara ran her hands down his chest, then covered his hands on her hips with hers. Still swaying to the music, she slowly turned in his arms, keeping her hands pressed against his and craning her neck to continue kissing him as long as possible. When their mouths could no longer reach, Zuko found himself bringing his lips down to her shoulder to begin pressing kisses to it and the inside of her neck.
He heard her let out a breathy sigh as she used her hands on top of his to direct them. She pushed them down lower, making it so his thumbs slid inside the top of her undergarments and began pushing them down. Soon they were sliding past her shapely legs and hitting the floor. Stepping out of them with one foot, she used the other to elegantly kick them over to the rest of her clothes, leaving her completely naked.
But she wasn’t done yet. Interlocking the fingers of her hands with his, she brought them up to place a kiss against his knuckles. His other hand she directed between her legs to her center, where he found her wet and wanting.
“Touch me, Blue,” she practically pleaded.
He couldn’t resist her when she begged like that, and he cupped her mound, running his middle finger along her wet slit. She inhaled loudly in response, squeezing his other hand and resting her head back on his shoulder. Her dancing had devolved to a mere swaying as she stood in his embrace as he stroked her.
Her breath hitched as he slipped a finger inside her and began stroking along her insides. He searched for the area he knew her G-spot was, and it didn’t take him long to find it. She jerked slightly when he did, briefly rising up onto her tiptoes before settling back down. Her hand left the one between her legs as she reached up and back to cup the back of his head. All the while, Zuko worked his magic with his fingers to bring her arousal to even greater heights as his own poked against her backside through his pants.
Her breathing increased as he continued to stroke her. The hand on the back of his head had gone from simply cupping him there to grasping his second mask and his hair through it. This wasn’t the first time she had done this in the heat of passion, so he didn’t think much of it. But then as his fingers worked away at her, she seemed to experience, not quite an orgasm, but a sudden surge of pleasure. As a result, she unintentionally yanked at his mask as her hand dropped down to grab the one he had between her legs.
Zuko froze, suddenly gripped by horror. His mask was off. Both his masks were off. His face was now completely exposed. If she looked at him now, she would know who he was, and all hell would break loose. He didn’t move, he didn’t breathe. The only part of him that seemed to be moving was his heart racing in is chest.
Katara seemed to be completely unaware of her actions, but she noticed when his strokes stopped and the way he had frozen behind her. He sensed her go on her guard, possibly thinking that someone had caught them, and she glanced around. “What’s wrong, Blue?”
He didn’t answer, he couldn’t. He was still frozen in fear at having lost his mask and now facing the prospect of being found out. His gut coiled with further dread as she took notice of the mask she now held and looked at it. He felt her stiffen as she realized what she had done.

(A/N: Haha, cliffhanger. And what a cliffhanger it was. Lots happened this chapter. From Zuko and Katara's argument that led to some pretty hot angry sex and then to actually making love. We also found out why Katara has been pursuing him so much, because she knows that he really does have feelings for her and is just being stubborn, and she's unwilling to lose anyone else she loves after having lost so many people she cares about already. And she was right, as even Zuko has realized that he's fallen in love with her. That's going to lead to a number of problems in an already complicated situation. But the biggest problem right now is that Zuko's been unmasked. Oh boy, not good. What's going to happen next? We've got one final installment, so stay tuned for the last part, coming right on schedule.)
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