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Kiss of Fire	By : Spleef Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > General Views: 75165 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Kiss of Fire
Chapter 50 – Hearth And Home
Well, folks. It's finally here, the last chapter of the main story. Wow. At the word count of this story, it's actually the length of a thick novel! Goodness gracious, have I really written that much??? (the average novel is between 80 and 120K words, and I have shot past that!) Sitting back and looking at the word count of everything I’ve written over my career as an author, I realize that I have written over a MILLION words just for all of my fanfics altogether! That's at least several books' worth! But as the saying goes, practice makes perfect. I certainly don't claim to be perfect, but I do strive for quality and am glad that you all can enjoy my works!
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Katara
The first time I had come to Sozun was two decades ago, on the back of Appa with Zuko. The second was as Zuko's bride-to-be, soon to be crowned Fire Lady Miumi. This time, I was calm as I gazed out at the city, standing next to my husband. I glanced up at him, and he smiled faintly before he squeezed my hand.
Servants and guards lined up for our homecoming, banners waving in the wind. For one who had come from humble beginnings, I still found Courtly life to be overwhelming at times.
We were quick to retreat to the privacy and comfort of our home, but there were things that needed to be done first. Zuko had a meeting with his Council to get caught up on urgent matters, so I contented myself by meeting with Ging Lei and seeing that the household had been run smoothly in my absence. After the simplicity of life on Ember Island and Kyoshi, this took a bit getting used to.
I was glad when the day was over and I could retire to bed. Bathed and dressed for the night, I came to Zuko's bedchamber, seeing him there waiting for me. I approached the bed with a faint smile, seeing him sitting atop the comforter with his hands in his lap. I climbed onto the bed, settling down next to him as he gazed down at me.
“I have something for you.” he whispered. Oh? I wondered what it could be. The lamps and the dancing flames that blazed from the fireplace illuminated the room, enabling me to see a glint when he lifted his hand towards me.
I stared at his offering for a moment, feeling my heart pound as a veritable tsunami of memories surged through my conscious thought. Hanging on a blue ribbon was the silvery-blue pendant that Pakku had carved for Gran-Gran over eighty years ago. How did Zuko...?
“After you... died, your father and brother wanted to take you back to the South Pole. Of course, I did not stop them, but I simply couldn't let you go without a... memento.” he explained softly, still holding the necklace. Slowly, I reached for it. Even though I had not seen or touched it for so long, it was still familiar as I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the cool weight of the stone against my palm. I closed my eyes as I remembered how my father had given it to me after my mother had been killed.
“Oh, Zu...” I felt tears burn behind my eyelids. Immediately, I was drawn into his embrace.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry.” he whispered as he stroked my face.
“No, no. It's okay. I'm just... overwhelmed. Remembering...”
He wrapped his hands around mine before I opened my eyes again. “It belongs to you. I was just returning it to its rightful owner.” His fingers caressed my cheek, and I smiled.
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Zuko
We had been home for a few days before Katara came to me with a startling request. I was in my private study, reviewing Court documents when I heard a soft knock on my door. Seeing that it was my wife, I welcomed her in.
I could tell that she had something weighing heavily upon her mind as she took her seat across from me, gazing at me across the great expanse of my desk.
“Is something the matter?” I asked.
“No. But there is something I would like to ask of you.” She seemed hesitant, even almost nervous. I wondered what she could possibly want, and I nodded encouragingly.
“I wish to see Ozai.”
I stared at her in shock for several moments. I had not seen my sire for several months. I refused to let him see Kuzon despite his plea that he was the boy's grandfather. My son did not have to see what was left of a once-mighty Fire Lord who was determined to engulf the world in fire. I considered saying 'no' to Katara.
“Why?” I asked. She gave a slight shrug.
“I just do. When I was little... I mean, back then, everyone talked about the big, bad Fire Lord. Then the Avatar defeated him. I suppose you could call it curiosity.”
“Hm.” I drummed my fingers against the desktop for a moment as Katara stared at me, the color of her eyes especially intense amongst the vibrant red that surrounded us. I was strict about what Ozai was allowed to have or do. How would he respond to the presence of my wife? He was allowed no concubines, no companionship whatsoever. The servant woman who brought him food and other essentials was deaf and dumb.
“Very well.” I conceded. As I saw a pleased gleam in her eyes, I added a caveat. “But I will be with you.”
She acquiesced with a nod.
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Katara
My heart beat rapidly as we entered the Imperial Dungeon. It was rarely used, the Boiling Rock being the preferred place to keep prisoners. However, during the debacle with Enki, the Iyashii clan had been held here for some time. Sometimes disgraced concubines or royal relatives would also be held here.
A heavy steel door swung open on well-oiled hinges, revealing a view of a room containing metal bars about halfway across the room. A tiny window sat above the ceiling bars, but it offered no direct sunlight.
The Warden announced our presence, something he apparently did every time Zuko came to visit his father. I remained one pace behind my husband, surveying the space that the former Fire Lord was confined to. A plain mat with a single gray blanket and thin pillow sat against the right side of the room. A couple of feet away sat a tray, with sparse remnants of a meal. Aside the mat and the tray, there was little else in the cell. Against the back wall, I saw a huddled form, its head barely visible amidst the gray smock covering it. A couple of toes peeked out from under the material.
As the warden spoke, Ozai barely stirred. Upon the mention of my title, he raised his head, peering at us above his sleeve. I stared back calmly at the eyes that were the same shade as Zuko's own.
Slowly, as if unfolding himself, the former Fire Lord rose to his feet. I remained still as he took several steps towards the bars. Despite the drabness of his garments and the haggardness of his face, he was still startlingly handsome. His jaw was lined with a short beard, and his temples showed his age in the gray streaks I saw there. He had a fine, straight nose like his son, and I mentally compared him to the paintings I had seen of him in his full glory.
“So. My son finally deigns to bring his Water Tribe wife to see her father-in-law. I suppose I should be honored.”
“You should.” Zuko replied dryly.
“Where's my grandson?”
“Every time you ask me about him, I will always say no.” Zuko turned towards me as I took a step forward. Despite his appearance, Ozai did appear to be fed enough. His beard was short enough to give evidence of a semi-regular shaving, and though shabby, he and his clothes looked clean enough. I let out a slow breath as I studied him. It was almost hard to believe that this man had once been a mighty Fire Lord, and now here he was, stripped of all title, rank, and privileges, depowered and unable to Bend even the smallest spark.
I decided to be polite. “It is nice to meet you, Ozai.”
“Hmph.” He scowled at me. “If I were still Fire Lord, you would be on your knees, begging for mercy.”
I heard a soft growl from my husband. “You will speak to the Fire Lady with respect!”
Ozai stared at him for several long moments. While he and Zuko had the same color eyes, what lurked behind them was completely different. I could see the anger in Ozai's eyes, his frustration and resentment. Of course, after being imprisoned for so long, I could understand being angry, but he brought it upon himself.
“My son puts a Water Tribe woman on the throne and demands respect?” He turned his attention to me. “You must have done something very special to elevate yourself above the position of concubine.”
“I was never a concubine.” I replied firmly, raising my chin regally. “I can see where my husband gets his good looks, but the similarities end there, apparently.” I was pleased to see his irritated scowl.
“Indeed.” Ozai glanced at Zuko. “Too bad we didn't have more in common. But no. He is weak. He was unwilling to fulfill Sozin's legacy. Such a shame.”
“Continuing the destruction he started would have been shameful. There was no honor in the War.” Zuko countered evenly. “We've had this talk before, and I will always tell you the same things.” His tone was that of measured patience. I sensed that he wanted to leave, and I didn't blame him.
“I'm sorry – I really am – that you think violence and bloodshed was the best course of action.” I took a step forward. “But then, I suppose you wouldn't understand what it was like for those on the other side of war.”
“Why should I?” he asked snidely. I shook my head slowly. Despite his humbled position, I could see that he still burned with pride for his heritage and Sozin's legacy.
“I've seen enough.” I whispered to Zuko. He gave me a brief nod, reaching out to touch my arm. That mere touch reassured me. As we turned to leave, Ozai spoke again.
“Do come back soon. I don't get enough visitors, especially pretty young women.”
I felt Zuko stiffen, but I gently squeezed his arm.
“I know you think your son is weak because he is a just ruler, but just remember who's stuck in a cell, stripped of everything including his own fire.” I could not help but comment snidely as I looked over my shoulder. “All of this is the effect of your own actions, but I'm sure that after all this time, you're well aware of that fact. Good evening, dear father-in-law.” I added in a sugary-sweet tone, delighting in the infuriated scowl on his face.
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Zuko
I had been afraid of what would happen between my father and Katara, but she handled herself beautifully. In retrospect, I really should not have been surprised. I smirked down at her approvingly as we exited the room, strolling down the hallway with her arm hooked through mine.
About a Month Later (Early Spring, 1120)
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Katara
I stood in front of the mirror in my room, admiring the way I looked in the underwear I had just put on. It consisted of a white silk chemise that ended just above my navel, trimmed in lace and held up by thin ribbons. The neckline plunged down to reveal a generous view of my cleavage. On my bottom I had a matching pair of frilly briefs.
It is often said that the sexual need of men is fiercer than women, which is an excuse for having concubines or allowing their eyes to stray elsewhere. The man who said that long ago obviously had never encountered a woman confident in her sexuality. I spun around one last time before pulling on a high-collared robe and matching slippers to conceal the surprise under the thick satin. Ever since our reunion in Kyoshi, it was clear that Zuko cared for me and had as much affection as he had ever, but he seemed hesitant of sexual contact.
Hopefully my surprise would remedy that.
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Zuko
I lay in bed, reading a book by the light of the lamp on my nightstand. It had been a rather busy several days as I got caught up on Courtly matters, but now things had returned to their usual pace. Kuzon and I had spent some time together, him sitting with me in Court before having a private lunch with me, just the two of us, father and son. Spending time with him made me realize just how wrong I had been to distance myself from him in the beginning, and I was glad that we had been able to mend our relationship. Kuzon would always know my love and affection, and he would look up to me in such a way that I was unable to look at my own father.
I looked up as I heard the bedroom door open and close. Katara approached the bed and stopped at the bedpost at the foot, leaning against it and staring at me with a faint, mysterious smile. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, revealing the shapely outline of her ear and jaw.
“What is it, Tara?” I asked as I closed the book and set it aside. Without a word, she started unbuttoning her robe, starting at the collar. I felt my pulse race as she opened it to reveal white silk and lace hugging her body, leaving little to the imagination. The robe slid down her legs to land on the floor with a soft swoosh of satin.
Already I could feel the tightness in my pants as my eyes slid up and down her body. She climbed onto the bed, slinking towards me with open desire in her gaze. Her movements were slow and languid, yet I could sense that she was ready to pounce at any moment. As she approached me, I got a generous view of her cleavage, and shivered in anticipation as she slid her hand up my leg.
“What does my pretty Waterbender want?” I whispered in a purr.
“What does it look like I want?” she shot back as she reached out to open my robe, peppering kisses along my face.
“It's not too soon, is it?” I asked gently, wanting to make sure this was what she wanted and that she could handle it. She smiled and shook her head as she looked down at me.
“I appreciate the concern, but I'm okay.” She smiled at me warmly. “Is that why you've been so shy around me?”
“Well, after what happened, and then Sylid said...” Although I could not deny that I was indeed passionate for her, and had always been, trying to be patient and respectful of her needs especially after what had happened over a month ago. Trying to satisfy myself simply did not bring the same sense of completion as it did sharing my body with my wife.
“Hush.” She wagged her finger at me. “Forget about all of that. That's not what you should be focusing on anyway.” She opened my robe all the way, running her fingers down my chest and abs. A soft hiss of pleasure escaped my throat as she did so, and her hands found the drawstring of my hakama. I watched her fingers move nimbly, and lifted my rear end so she could slide them down my thighs.
“Looks like the dragon is eager.” she purred as she saw my ever-increasing passion. I laughed softly before she forcefully tugged my pants down the rest of the way, tossing them aside. Without hesitation, she lowered her head to run her tongue along the underside of my manhood, kissing and nibbling the head, and I gave out a low groan as I felt a fresh, almost painful surge of arousal, my cock now aching needily.
“Ngh... Katara...” I arched into her mouth as I felt her hand cup my sac.
“Does the dragon have something to say?” she asked as she lifted her head.
“Just that you're doing a good job.” I replied with a faint grin. She lowered her head, sucking on me several times, using her skilled tongue to find all the sensitive spots in my manhood.
It took all of my willpower to gently push her head off. As tempting as it was to come into her mouth, I wanted to save my reward for later.
“I'm thirsty...” I growled as I sat up, grasping her shoulders and pushing her down. She offered no resistance, splaying out loosely as she looked up at me. The thin lace on her chest strained against her nipples, and I pulled the hem of the chemise up to her underarms. She let out a delighted coo when I started sucking on one nipple, massaging her breasts with my hands and finding satisfaction in squeezing the warm, firm mounds, pressing my palms against them. After a few moments, I simply tugged her top off and tossed it aside to join the ever-increasing pile of clothes on the floor.
I tugged down the lacy briefs, lowering my head to inhale the sweet musk of her cunt.
“The dragon wishes to check on his treasure hoard.” I said in a heated whisper. She spread herself wide upon my command, and I lowered a hand, running two fingers along her quivering slit. She was already wet, so I slid these fingers in, wiggling them against her slick channel.
“Zu...” She arched, pressing against my hand.
“I know...” I whispered. I loved how her need could match mine. I pressed upward, finding that secret spot deep within her, lowering my head to lick and kiss her clit. I delighted in the small, pleasured sounds she made as she wiggled around, and I grinned to myself before withdrawing my fingers, leaving her as aching as I was.
But before I could climb on top of her, she pounced up, pushing me to the bed and climbing on top of me, though she did not mount me yet.
“You know, before I remembered everything, I felt jealous of the first girl you had slept with, whoever she was. But now I see that I was your first.” She grinned at me. I laughed quietly before she plunged down on me, engulfing me in one stroke and rendering me unable to make any further comment.
For a moment, she simply sat there while I stared up at her. I placed my hands on her hips, stroking them gently as her head lolled to one side. She let out a quiet sigh of obvious enjoyment before she clenched around me. Katara's command of her inner muscles could make me see stars, and right now I very nearly did. She clenched again, this time more tightly, remaining still as she did so.
“Tara...” I wiggled around slightly.
“Mmm.” She placed her hands on my chest as she stared down at me before starting to roll her hips in a tight circle. Soon enough, she increased her pace, and I started to thrust slightly in response.
As she grew fiercer in her thrusts, so did I. Her hair worked its way out of her bun, falling down in thick, wavy cascades as she rode me fiercely, her breasts jiggling as she bared her teeth at me, her nails raking along my chest. I growled back as I felt my orgasm approach, my balls tightening as I felt the frantic increase in her pace.
I came with a sudden growl, bucking upward as I shot several loads into her, hearing her give out a sudden wail as she writhed around on top of me.
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Katara
He stroked my sides and arms as I shuddered from our shared pleasure. I let out a whimper as I looked down at him, seeing him give me a reassuring smile. We hadn't had sex in over a month, and that had been far too long for me. I was amazed that Zuko had been patient for so long, but I was happy to see how much he cared for me and my well-being.
After several minutes of simply basking in the afterglow, I rolled off him, plopping down with a sudden exhale before I settled down. We both simply lay there in the comfortable silence, letting our heart rates and breathing return to normal. I could feel his warmth inside of me, and it felt great. My head lolled to one side so I could look at him. He was staring up at the ceiling, his expression that of contentment. After a moment, he looked at me. I smiled at him.
I felt the blanket shift a bit as his hand slid across it to rest atop mine. I squeezed his hand in acknowledgment, feeling no need to speak.
He sat up to pull the comforter over me, tucking it under my chin. I smiled faintly as he wiggled down beside me. I was comfortable with him just lying next to me, feeling the heat of his body under the thick blanket.
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Zuko
I closed my eyes as I listened to her quiet breathing. Feeling sated, I pondered all the things that had brought me to this point and all the things I had now. I had lost a lot, and been through a lot, but considering what could have happened back then – like my sister killing me – I could hardly complain about my current position. I had my health, my Nation, my wife, and my children. I missed Mother, Lu Ten, and Uncle of course, and I wished they were still alive. And I also wished that I could have had a happy relationship with my father and sister. Still, as I opened my eyes and glanced over at my dozing wife, I knew that I still had it pretty good.
No, not pretty good. I definitely had it good! After so long, I was reunited with the woman I loved. I looked forward to the rest of my life with her. Being without her for so long made me appreciate her presence all the more. I glanced over at her, seeing that she was now curled up loosely on her side, facing me, the lower half of her face hidden under the covers.
I settled into the soft mattress, giving out a quiet sigh as I closed my eyes again, feeling the nice kind of tiredness that came from a satisfying session of intimacy with the woman I loved. Yes, it is good to be Fire Lord.
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No, it’s not over. The epilogue is still to come! :D
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