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Into the Inferno	By : InkHeart17 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 20070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Possibly the most OOC chapter, but beyond this lies teh smex.

----Chapter Five: Closer

They were silent for a few moments. Katara’s last sentence hung in the air, heavy with her seemingly broken spirit. Zuko’s nagging conscience (that talked in Iroh’s voice) whispered, “ You said from the start that you wouldn’t hurt her and what have you done?

Zuko tried to tell himself it was Katara’s own fault he kept hurting her. She insulted me; " After you teased her about being a whore. " She attempted to fight me; " Because you threatened her. " She tried to steal from me; " You stole the necklace first and knew how precious it was to her. " She tried to escape; " Because you’re forcing yourself on her. " Is it really so difficult to lie back and accept me between her legs? " She’s just trying to defend her honor. You can understand that. "

Zuko looked down at the woman in his arms. In just her underwear, her slim figure looked so frail. It was her eyes that gave the aura of strength. Staring into that fierce blue actually intimidated him on a certain level. He was glad to be a firebender so he could protect himself against that icy stare.

She’s strong enough, he convinced himself. She can pull through the ordeal of being forced upon. I will take her! If she wants to view it as horrible, then she’ll be all the stronger for it later. But he still wanted her to participate; touching him at the very least. How to convince her?

“Am I really so terrible?” Zuko said softly.

“Yes,” Katara whispered. “You threaten my village,” she continued, her voice growing stronger, “follow Aang all over the world, fighting us, hurti-“ Zuko put a finger to her lips to hush her.

“This isn’t about the Avatar,” he said. “I’m talking about us.”

“There is no ‘us,’” she countered venomously as Zuko took his hand away.

“There is tonight,” he replied. “And I’m asking why the idea of us coupling is so terrible to you.”

Katara closed her eyes and sighed. A loose hair loopy swayed with her breath. Seconds later, her eyelids fluttered open to a half-lidded gaze and she stated sadly, “You don’t love me, Zuko.”

His mouth tightened in silent frustration. They couldn’t just be enemies with benefits? She really viewed this as personal. It wasn’t just a matter of her honor. She wanted her first time with someone she was sure about; maybe a husband, maybe a good friend, but definitely with someone who had cared about her.

Zuko couldn’t convince Katara he genuinely cared for her; he’d already told her he didn’t anyway. But maybe… he could just make himself seem more human to her. Make her believe he needed more than her body. That’s what the sensitive girls wanted to believe when he’d pursue them. He’d had to lie through his teeth to convince them, sometimes even imploring their pity, but it had always worked. Katara should be no different.

He brought Katara into a sitting position with her face right next to his. Zuko willed his eyes to become brighter and rival the blue eyes before him. Those deep oceans that held so much strength and, at the moment, so much sadness. He almost felt himself drowning, his inner fire being dampened by her withheld tears and her pleading gaze that asked so much of him.

He mentally shook himself. Why were her eyes so hypnotic? Focus, Zuko! his thoughts chided. The Prince wrapped his arms around Katara with a subtle passion and put his lips before hers without touching them. Once again he could smell the outdoors on her, a refreshing scent in the confines of his metal room.

"Is that what you want, Katara,” he asked in a sincere voice. “To make love?”

Katara’s eyes seemed to take on a new shade of blue with a deeper color of melancholy at his words. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Let me?” he implored her pacifically.

She shook her head. “You can’t love me,” she said breathily.

Zuko lowered his eyes. “I admit it’s hard for me,” he said, trying to sound rueful. “I’ve been deprived of love for so long, I’m not very capable of tenderness.” He glanced back at her. Katara looked concerned at his words but still seemed wary. Her strength was something the Firebender found himself admiring. No one had ever resisted his advances for so long.

Moving his face closer, he brushed his unblemished cheek against hers. The stray hair loopy tickled his skin. “I’m not opposed to kindness though,” he cooed in her ear. “I can see you’re so good and devoted to those you love.” He kissed her cheek before drawing back to lock eyes with her. “The gentle, soothing touch of water is what I want. Please show me, Katara.”

She bit her lip and blinked back at him. Katara didn’t seem convinced that he needed her in the way he said but there was a flicker of something behind her eyes. Pity? Lenity? Compassion? Zuko didn’t care. He was so close. If Katara wanted this personal he saw only one other thing he could do.

Despite that kissing was unthinkable, the dark-skinned girl’s lips seemed so plush in their slight part and looked very inviting. Zuko’s eyes became hooded as he drew nearer to her face. Katara’s own blue eyes stayed wide, filled with question. The Prince tilted his head and softly pressed his lips against hers in the gentlest kiss he could manage. He was trying to make it seem a sincere kiss instead of the ravaging, carnal one he was holding back. Now that he was here, Zuko wanted to taste all he could.

Too personal! Remember?, his thoughts scolded. Katara whimpered against Zuko’s mouth and shifted in his lap, brushing his erection against her bum which sent a jolt of pleasure through his loins and down his thighs. Zuko banished patronizing thoughts about how kissing merited attachment. This was unconventional for him, but, damn it, he wanted this woman! And her lips were so soft… His pleasure was curtailed when the Waterbender turned her head, breaking the kiss.

Zuko’s hand moved up to gently turn Katara’s face back to his. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“This is wrong,” she replied almost whispering.

Zuko’s brow furrowed. “This?” he said coldly.

“Us, Zuko,” Katara said fiercely.

His coldness lifted. “So you admit there is an ‘us,’” he teased.

Katara’s eyes widened and gleamed with ferocity. “I…NO!” she said yelled. “You’re twisting my words around! What I mean is there can’t be an ‘us’!”

“Who has to know?” Zuko replied calmly. “I said I only wanted you for tonight. After I take you, we can both walk away from this and never speak of it again.”

“To know that I let the Prince of Firebenders take my virginity?” she squeaked. “I couldn’t live with that.”

“Don’t you think I’m fighting with my conscience too?” Zuko said. “I’m not supposed to like you as anything more than an object of pleasure. If it was known that I’ve let you say ‘No’ as much as you have tonight instead of just taking you by force…” he trailed off. Katara looked calm and unconcerned, her mood shifting as rapidly as running water. The Fire Prince tried to rein his temper at her fickle emotions.

“All this time I’ve been considering your feelings,” he said fiercely. “I should’ve burned you, I should’ve hit you, I should’ve ripped off your clothes by now, but I haven’t!”

Katara’s placid expression was replaced with panic. “What do you mean should have?” she cried out. “Is that the proper way to court somebody in the Fire Nation?”

“No,” Zuko replied, “but I think you can see I’ve been more than fair in this.”

Katara scowled. “You’re twisted!” she spat.

“Excuse you?” Zuko menaced. His arms tensed around the Waterbender’s waist.

Katara’s fighter side was coming out again. “What? You think you can just have any woman you want and if you don’t brutalize her in some way, people will say you’re weak. That’s sick in the head if I ever saw it!”

Zuko didn’t want to yell. An angry Katara on top of his manhood didn’t seem very appealing. He kept his voice low but he still radiated anger. “How dare you speak to me like that! I’ve been as nice as I know how to be. I kissed you!”

“And I’m supposed to lie back because of a kiss?” she asked harshly. “That kiss wasn’t even real. You did it so I would think you cared.”

Zuko kept his face placid but his mind was doing a new assessment of Katara. So she knew the game he was playing. She was smart, beautiful, and fierce; a very worthy adversary and object of desire. She always knew how to counter the techniques he’d used so far. Perhaps with an enemy, sometimes one just had to be honest. He’d started the evening that way, he might as well finish that way.

Zuko took a breath and explained flatly, “I’m supposed to be with noblewomen; women who bathe themselves every day, scent themselves with perfume, have the finest manners and most elegant wardrobes.” He locked gazes with her and said firmly, “But I find myself here with you; my elemental opposite who lives like a peasant. That’s an attraction at face value if I ever encountered one. How can you say my feelings aren’t real?”

For once, Katara was silent. Zuko put his hand on her cheek. “If you want real,” he said, “let me show you the kiss I was holding back.”

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