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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 Seven – Come Closer
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Katara
When I awoke, I was unsure of where I was. The faint odor of flowers I would often smell in the morning from our gardens was absent. A new array of smells surrounded me as I lay there, trying to figure out what I was seeing, smelling, and hearing. Faintly, I felt the hum of an engine. I smelled smoke and spices, and also flesh. It was not an unpleasant odor at all, but I still wondered what it was. Red and black surrounded me.
When I turned my head to my right I gasped softly, seeing another person there in bed with me. His arm was around my middle; his head nestled against my shoulder. A faint blush crept across my cheeks when I realized he had no shirt. So all that happened had not been a dream.
But at that moment, it did not seem so bad as it had before. I was warm and comfortable, and not just from the cozy bedding I was bundled up in. His body was pressed up against mine full-length, and it was as if my body was drinking from his heat. This feels divine, I told myself. It was as if our bodies were made to fit together, for I was not at all uncomfortable lying with him like this. It felt so right to me!
As soon as I realized just what I had been telling myself, I blushed furiously. Why was I feeling this way? I looked over at him again in silence. Even in his sleep, he exuded a regal air, and he looked so handsome that my heart skipped a beat. His scar did not matter to me. Tentatively I reached up to brush a loose strand of hair from his face and as I did so, he shifted a little and snuggled closer.
My heart warmed at that, and deep inside I hoped that he would always want me in his bed, even though I would not admit that to myself.
The scent of his flesh tickled my nose and I could not help but smile a little. I remained motionless, not wanting to wake him up. It just felt so nice to be here and I was afraid of what might happen if he awoke.
Tentatively I reached out to touch his face, and he moved it just a little, exposing more of it to me. I stiffened and waited a moment, but he did not wake. My hand ran along his cheek slowly, stopping short of his scar. I had no idea how he would feel if I touched this flesh. Yet I was curious. My fingers slowly trailed along the edge of it, waiting for his reaction. He did not protest, so my fingers trailed along to his eyelid. The flesh was hard and thick but smooth, only slightly crinkly, and I remember how he had been unable to open that eye fully.
The Fire Lord snuggled a bit more but showed no indication that he was really aware of what I was doing, so I continued my attentions. My hand moved to his ear, trailing along the lobe, feeling the twisted and scarred flesh underneath. I could not help but wonder how much pain he had been in when he received this mark. His long black hair came under my explorations. It was tied back loosely so it would not get into his face when he slept. He had thick hair, and the length was almost as long as mine was. It felt like silk under my fingers.
I stiffened as his eyes slowly opened, his gaze boring into me. Slowly I drew my hand away, getting ready to offer a humble apology for touching him without his permission.
“Why do you stop?” he asked. I blinked, unsure of what to say. He was not angry with me?
“I enjoy what you are doing. Now continue.”
“Yes…my lord.” I said quietly as my hand fell on his thick hair again. It was tied back with a red band and I ran my fingers through the ponytail. He gazed at me, not saying anything or telling me where I should touch. My fingers trailed from his hair to his arm, admiring the smooth and pale skin. Last night, I thought he had not been scarred anywhere else but his face, but under the morning light I saw that I was wrong when I saw a starburst-shaped scar on his chest, just above his stomach.
Where had this come from? Something in the back of my head told me this was a burn, yet it did not look like the one on his face, not quite. I traced my fingers along it, feeling an eerie sense of familiarity, and I had to stop for a moment to collect my thoughts, my palm resting on the scar. He placed his hand on top of mine, and our eyes met.
Katara... Zuko looked up at me, but it was not the same Zuko I was married to. The one looking at me was younger, around my age, his hair a shaggy mop that framed his face. I was Waterbending, and the water on his chest was glowing, healing the burn on his chest...
“Zuko!” I gasped. I blinked and looked down, seeing my husband staring at me.
“What is it?” he asked. I blinked a couple more times and shook my head, trying to remember what it was that had drawn such a reaction from me. Like last night, I drew a blank.
“Nothing.” I shook my head before I drew my hand from his chest, going back to touching his face. My fingers ran along his lips and they twitched just a bit. Did he ever have his concubines touch him like this?
I traced the short fringe of his beard. It was not as wide as his mouth and just barely covered his chin, and did nothing to hide the strong plane of his jaw. The Fire Lord’s neck and shoulder fell under my gentle exploration. I could feel him watching me quietly as I felt the lean and strong muscles under his pale skin. His flesh was so warm, and I found myself enjoying this more and more. He said nothing as my hand traveled along his bare chest. His heartbeat was strong.
He smiled at me, reaching up to touch my own cheek. Even with this gentle touch, which helped to reassure me, this man was as much of a mystery to me as ever.
Breakfast was a silent affair. The meal had been good, and I felt a little better about being here, but not much. The ship was so huge and frightening to me. It was not hard to see why the Fire Nation was so powerful.
Instead of being given a tour by Kamas, I was given one by my husband. After breakfast, we walked the ship silently. We barely spoke at all. He would point out various areas to me, uttering no more than a few words at a time. The engine room impressed me, and I had so many questions, but his silence did not encourage me to speak. I would ask him later when he seemed in a warmer mood, or ask Kamas who genuinely seemed to want to help me.
After the tour was over, I was left to my own devices and now stood outside on the deck, near the front of the boat. Staring out at the ocean helped to calm me. When I had left the Northlands, I missed seeing the ocean every day. From what I understood, the Fire Nation capital was a harbor city, so I could see the ocean every day… hopefully.
“Greetings, my lady.” I heard a voice announce. It was not one I had known for a long time, but it was familiar to me now. I turned to see Kamas standing there.
“Hello.” I said simply.
“How are you this morning, my lady? I trust that you were comfortable with your accommodations?” he asked. I gave him a hard stare. He had known where he was taking me. Was he teasing me?
“That is not amusing.” I replied coldly, and his eyes flickered a bit.
“I was not trying to be funny, nor was I… trying to imply anything. I never meant to offend you. Please accept my apologies.” he asked, bowing his head. I sighed softly as I heard the sincere tone in his voice.
“Accepted.”
“You are most gracious, my lady. But the question remains…how do you feel? Are you well?”
“All I want to do is throw myself over the railing.”
“I humbly ask for forgiveness for saying so, but this is a rather sad desire, my lady.” Kamas said, standing there, the image of calm. I shrugged and looked back out at the ocean.
“You have no reason to flee, you do realize.” he said as I blinked back tears.
“I am being taken away from my home and family to be with a man I never wanted to marry and to live in a nation so different from my own. I am not so naïve as to think that just because I am Fire Lady, that things will be wonderful for me.”
“Your insight will be valuable to you in the future. You are correct in what you say. There are those who will object to the Fire Lord taking a Water Tribe woman as his wife – but anything anyone might object about is trite. The fact is that he chose you, out of all the women he has seen, to be his one and only wife. Do not see this as a life sentence. See it as an opportunity. You can learn a lot, and do a lot of good with your status and power. As for the Fire Lord himself…well, I have served him faithfully since the end of the War, and even before that. He is a good man. You have no need to be afraid of him. He will be faithful to you.”
“And how do I know that? What about the mother of the Prince or his other concubines?”
“He has used concubines in the past as…a diversion. But he always treated them fairly. The Prince’s mother was well provided for and treated fairly.”
“Will…will I be sharing the Fire Lord with her?” I asked hesitantly. Despite Zuko's assurance of his faithfulness to me, I was still nervous. I had to wonder if there would be women at the Palace. Obviously, my rank as wife would place me above them, but I knew that mistresses, especially younger ones, could often eclipse the wives for their master’s affections. Would the Fire Lord give me my own bed when he tired of me?
Kamas shook his head. “There will be no rivals for his attention, my lady. The Fire Lord dismissed his latest concubine a while before he left Sozun. As for Kuzon’s mother, she is also gone.” he explained. That surprised me a little. But did it also mean that I was alone with Zuko, with no Prince around? As if he read my mind he spoke again.
“You will become Kuzon’s stepmother.” he said and I looked back at him.
“Me? His stepmother? But…” Did the Prince not have a nurse, tutors, and what not? Was he not given the proper care?
“Yes. He does have caretakers, but he needs a mother.”
“What happened to his real mother?” I ventured. He paused and looked at me curiously.
“May I be frank with you, my lady? And trust that you will not see me as a man with a loose tongue? Because what I am about to tell you is not idle gossip, nor do I intend it to be.” he asked. I nodded.
“Kuzon’s mother was a concubine. He wanted a healthy heir, so he chose a woman that he felt would suit his purpose. They had an understanding about that. She stayed at the Palace for after birth to nurse him and take care of him. When he was weaned, she left.”
I paused and stared at him. What mother would leave behind her child? She had taken care of him then just left?
“He gave her an annual income and she lived comfortably until she died nearly two years ago.” Kamas added.
‘How old is the Prince?”
“He is five years of age, my lady.”
“And there is just the one child? I thought there would be more. I mean, the heir and the spare thing...” Enki had a couple of younger brothers and cousins.
“The Fire Lord has seen – and experienced – his share of sibling rivalry. He does not wish for history to repeat itself.” Kamas replied in a quiet, serious tone. I was silent for a couple of moments.
“And does the Fire Lord expect me to be Kuzon's mother?” I asked. He paused and shook his head.
“No, you are not expected to fulfill that kind of duty. However…” he hesitated.
“Go on.”
“The Prince needs a mother. He has no such… person in his life. He has a nurse and tutors, but all they do is teach him and see to it that he is safe. The Prince is lonely. He needs a friend. I say this because I am in charge of his education, and I oversee his tutors. He is a bright boy, but he needs companionship.” Kamas finished. It seemed that this man had a genuine concern for a boy that I had never met. Wouldn’t he be better off playing with children his age? Certainly a playmate could be procured for a Prince?
“Take my words as you will and make your own decision. I am not telling you to do anything. He is a good child and if you give him the chance, I can honestly say that I feel you would both be happy. But like I said, it is your decision. Your happiness lies in your hands, do not be afraid to hope for it.” Kamas stated, bowing his head.
“I know better than to hold onto false hope.”
“Hope is never false.” Kamas replied optimistically and I had to hold back a scoff, “Hope can keep a person alive and give them the strength to do great things. I know that better then anyone because of my heritage.” he said and I glanced at him again. Heritage? I could see nothing wrong with him. Had he been a peasant who worked his way up? He gave me a wry smile.
“My mother was from the Earth Kingdom.” he offered. I cocked my head, giving him a closer glance, and he smiled wryly.
“I was looked down at by my peers for that. I had to work hard to get what I have. I never stopped hoping that things would improve for me, and they did.”
“And what do I have to hope for?”
“Life, love, a family, a place to live? You stubbornly cling to anger over something that should be a great honor to you. He is passionate about his duties. He is the most caring and devoted Fire Lord this nation has ever had. Consider it an honor to be at his side. You will never find a better man.”
I sighed and leaned against the railing, crossing my arms.
“I just wanted a simple and happy life. Not this.”
“It can be if you reach for it.”
“How can the life of a Fire Lady be simple? How can being in a forced marriage be happy?”
“I am here to help and answer any questions you have, and at the Palace you will have your own staff of servants to attend you. If you like, I can have my wife mentor you and answer any questions you might have that I cannot answer. It may take a bit of time for you to fully settle in, but I know that you can do it.” he offered.
“That would help a lot, thank you.” I said softly, not wishing to argue anymore. He bowed his head.
‘”Is there anything else you need, my lady?” he asked. I shook my head and he left.
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Zuko
It was nice to wake up to her touching me. Normally I was not a demonstrative person, and I did not even like it when any of my concubines would touch me any more than what was absolutely necessary. And the woman before me was the only one ever to touch my scar.
Her touches brought back pleasant memories, of when she had done the same thing in her past life. It felt heavenly to feel her fingers on my face, my hair, my arm, my chest. I wanted nothing more than to keep her close, always.
My Waterbender was now on the deck and I watched her from the window of my suite. She had the same grace that she always did, and I wonder just how much she knew of Waterbending. I knew she had studied with a Master in her past life, and I was curious to as to how much instruction she had received in this life.
She took several steps along the deck, her arms moving through the air smoothly as she manipulated a rather large water whip. I watched as she continued, and I wanted to see more.
I came out onto the deck as the water moved around her in a circle, flattening itself to create what could be a barrier if someone chose to attack her. She then pushed the water into several different forms and I continued watching.
Even though she was not at Master level, her movements were still graceful, as if she were guided by the memory of her previous mastery. I expected no less. I would see to it that she brought out the best of her abilities. I would bring a Master from the Water lands if I had to. She deserved the best.
When she finally noticed my presence she gasped softly, stilling her movements, the water frozen in the air.
“Continue.” I commanded in a calm tone, waving my hand. She stared at me for a fleeting moment before continuing her work.
“Show me what you know. Perform the most advanced moves that you are capable of.” I ordered. She nodded before she continued. As I suspected, she had no Master to teach her, and while some of her moves were advanced, I remembered a few tactics of Katara’s that did not show up here. I held back a small smile as she successfully performed the octopus maneuver.
I was so absorbed in watching her bend that I did not realize she was tiring out. Because of my order, she was afraid to stop, and she continued pushing herself, manipulating the water. I had no idea how much time had passed, when the woman stumbled a little before falling to her knees, and the water splashed all around her.
I was at her side immediately, and I berated myself for not making my order more clear. She gave out a low moan as I touched her chin, lifting up her face to look at it. She seemed disoriented and I held back a soft sigh as I scooped her up in my arms. The guards that had rushed to my side awaited orders.
“Go get something cool to drink, and some fruit!” I ordered before I carried her up to my room. She gasped softly, her eyelids fluttering as I gently laid her down on the bed. I sat at her side, stroking her hand until water and fruit was brought up. After dismissing the guard, I touched the water to her lips and helped her drink down some of it before cutting a piece of orange and feeding it to her.
She looked up at me quietly for a few moments before speaking.
“I’m sorry, my lord.” she whispered as if it had been her fault. I shook my head and stroked her hand reassuringly.
“I did not realize that you were tiring. I wanted to watch you bend, but I was not aware that I had forgotten to give you leave to stop. I…” I wanted to tell her that I was so absorbed in her bending and that what she did was beautiful.
“You told me to continue and...I was afraid to stop…” she said, her voice lacking in reproach, which made me feel bad. I should have been paying attention to her and not just her bending.
“I have no desire to see you hurt yourself. If you feel yourself approaching exhaustion, stop.” I whispered as I stroked her cheek. She nodded quietly.
“But you will practice your bending every day.” I commanded. She looked up at me with curiosity.
“Why are you so concerned about my bending?”
“Because I know that you can and will become the best Waterbender there was.” I admitted frankly.
“You… do?” she asked with surprise.
“Yes. I honestly do.”
“I appreciate you saying that. I really do.” Katara replied, her eyes shining with surprise and gratitude. I nodded, stroking her cheek before I pulled her into my arms. She nuzzled her face against my chest, taking comfort in my presence, much to my delight.
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Katara
It had been nearly a week since I came aboard the ship. I still felt terribly homesick, but at least I was treated well here. I learned more about the place where I would be going, since I made frequent use of the small library within the ship, learning about the Fire Nation.
My husband made no move to take me, but I knew that he wanted me very much. I wonder why he held off on consummation. He would often kiss or hold me, and sometimes he would touch me – my hand, my cheek, my shoulder, or other areas. I would often catch him glancing at me, during our meals or walks. When he looked at me, a shiver would pass through my spine. I always tried to maintain my calm, and hide from him just how much of an effect his touches or looks had on me. Once in a while, he would smirk at me as if he knew.
I had spent some of the morning reading, and I longed to exercise and take in some fresh air. I had to admit, being out on the ocean was nice. I did not fear my own element and while I understood the dangers, it was still comforting to look out and see an expanse of water.
As I came out of the stack, I saw the Fire Lord near the helm of the boat. Blasts and arcs of fire floated into the sky. There were a couple of guards keeping watch, but they did not seem to be actually looking at him. They bowed to me, but did not say anything.
The Fire Lord’s movements were fierce and graceful and I could not help but be entranced. Knowing that he trained every day, it was not hard to see why he was in such excellent shape. Years of training had refined his form, and I could not imagine anyone being more powerful or graceful than he. I could see no flaw in his form, and he showed excellent control of his Firebending. Course, I could not really judge Firebending as I had very few people to compare to, but I was still very impressed.
He suddenly stopped with the Firebending and I thought he was done with his session. But he continued his movements and slid his arms about in a certain way. The next thing I saw was most unexpected.
When he raised two fingers of his right hand in the air, lightning shot from it, and arced across the ocean and into the sky. I gasped softly and jerked back a little. I had heard that lightning was an art that only a master Firbender could achieve, so it should not surprise me that Zuko could do it. Still...
When the lightning made its way into the sky, the Fire Lord lowered his arm and turned around, his pose more relaxed. I blinked and started to back away, turning around to leave.
“Stay.” he commanded. I stopped and turned back to him as he picked up a towel that had been draped across a stool and wiped his forehead with it as he approached me. He wore loose black pants, and a red sleeveless shirt that now clung to his chest from perspiration. I swallowed, waiting for him to speak. Was he going to berate me for intruding in on his session?
“Did you have a nice morning?” he asked simply.
“Yes, my lord. And you?”
“Well enough.” he said with a nod before sitting on the stool and wiping his forehead again. His hair was pulled back, this time higher on his head so his hair would not stick to the back of his neck. He set down the towel and started to unbutton his shirt. I held back a blush as I saw his muscles glistening in the sun. My eyes quickly averted to the deck demurely as he dropped it lightly next to his seat.
“Does something trouble you?” I heard him ask.
“No, my lord.” I murmured respectfully. My hands were folded in front of me neatly, and I stood as a lady should in the presence of her lord, and this was not just any lord.
After several moments, the Fire Lord rose from his seat after scooping up his shirt and towel.
“Follow me.” he ordered. The ship had many guards, but it also had servants, and he handed his shirt and towel to a servant before he continued on the way to his suite. As he did, I could not help but admire his taut rear end. The pants were loose, but the fabric was as such that it flowed along the body, and I watched the muscles flex as he walked.
Tui and La damn you! Why do I have to find you so attractive?
I tried to not look at him – I honestly tried. I looked up at the muscles of his back and arms. That was a sight to admire as well. There was nothing about him that I did not find physically attractive.
I averted my attention to the walls as we moved up the stairs and through the corridor to his suite. He opened the door and I followed before he closed it behind me. I wonder what he could possibly want. We had not eaten lunch yet, I assumed that was what we were here for. He made his way to the washroom and I remained where I was.
“Follow me.” he said as he turned back to me. I looked up at him with surprise. We had always washed separately. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. He looked down at me, beckoning to me sharply. My heart was pounding, and I held back a soft whimper.
“You will bathe with me.” the Fire Lord stated simply as he beckoned again. I took a hesitant step towards him then another, feeling my anxiety build. He entered the washroom and I stopped just before the door.
“Come here.” he ordered, his voice slightly softer than before. I stepped into the washroom before he closed the door. I tried to hide my fear by looking down at the floor demurely. The washroom was simple – a large chamber that held a basin, a shower stall, and a tub, and a separate chamber for the toilet. There was a stack of fluffy red towels near the tub as well as a neatly folded robe and some sponges. The washroom was comfortable, very much like the one I had at home only larger. I imagined that the Fire Lord’s washroom at the Palace was more luxurious than this.
I stood there mutely and gulped as he started to undo the drawstring of his pants. I had seen him shirtless before, but never had I seen his lower half unclothed. I quickly averted my gaze over to the small window as I heard his pants fall to the floor. Something else fell, and I knew he was now naked. He approached me and still I looked away. I gasped softly as he started to undo my robe and I stood there as he tugged down my pants. I closed my eyes, feeling his hot breath on the side of my neck before he placed a lingering kiss there.
His hands found my breast binding and he removed that before he tugged at my undergarments. They fell to the floor and I kept my eyes closed, covering my intimate area with my hands. I felt fingers wrap around my wrists, pulling my hands to my sides. This was a clear indication that I was not to try to hide anything from him. I could feel his gaze on me.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
I did as he asked and felt my pulse quicken at the sight before me. I felt a definite warmth creep through my private areas as the Fire Lord glanced at me calmly, although I could make out the barest hint of a smirk on his face. I tried to avert my gaze, but I could not help but take all of him in. I silently cursed him again for being so alluring. My eyes slowly moved along his body, and I blinked as I noticed a scar on his right hip. It did not look as if it was inflicted by a weapon and was a couple of inches long, forming a sinuous curve that made me think of the flowing lines of water. This was the first time I had seen it because it was low enough to be obscured by pants or underwear.
I blinked, and found myself touching the Fire Lord's mark, tracing my fingers along the curve of the scar. I didn't even remember reaching out to the Fire Lord, and I quickly looked up, to see if he was angry with my touching. Instead, he was looking down at me quietly, his expression unreadable. However, his eyes had a slight glint to them.
“I'm sorry!” I muttered, quickly pulling my hand away.
“No. It's all right.” he murmured, reaching out to take my hand and squeeze it. Why was his mark so familiar? Who had given it to him? I had the strangest feeling that I had done it... but that was impossible. Wasn't it?
I blushed a little and took a step backwards. He let go of my hand and turned to the tub, opening the tap. The tub was small, enough for one person, perhaps two, but it would be a cozy fit. Three would be uncomfortable.
He sat there on the side of the tub and I stood where I was. We did not speak a word as the tub filled, but he did glance at me every once in a while, as if to make sure I was still there, his eyes sliding along my naked form. When the water level was to his satisfaction, I watched as he placed his hand in the water and before I knew it, I saw a wisp of steam rise from the tub.
He slid into the tub and sat back, and I had to confess, this was a rather enticing sight. He beckoned to me and I silently slid in from the other side, holding back a soft moan as the hot water enveloped me. My leg accidentally brushed against his, and he seemed to enjoy it.
He did not speak, and let me soak for a while. I did not know how much time had passed, but he shifted and picked up a sponge, looking at me.
“Wash my back.” he whispered before handing me the sponge and turning around.
“Yes, my lord.” I replied as I ran it along his back. I felt a little shy at first but gained more confidence and ran my hands and the sponge along his back more firmly, almost as if I was massaging him. He nodded his approval and I continued, working on his shoulders and the back of his neck.
“You are doing a good job.” he whispered, and I smiled as I said thank you. When he deemed that I was done, he turned to face me again. He looked down at me and raised his eyebrow, making his desire clear. I nodded and went to work on his chest and arms. I liked the feel of warm flesh and muscle under my hands, and he showed no sign of disapproval at anything I did. I blushed as I washed his stomach and made sure to steer clear of the thatch of dark hair that was only inches from my hand.
I looked up at him with a shy blush and he simply smirked at me and took the sponge from my hand. Before I could protest, he pulled me into his lap.
“My lord…!” I whispered in surprise, stiffening against him. He said nothing as his hands and sponge slid along my back, and I relaxed. He had been so fierce in his training session, but here, his hands were gentle, washing my body, his palms sliding along my skin in a smooth massage. I surrendered to the gentle pleasure and closed my eyes, leaning my back against him when he was done with that so he could wash my arms. He seemed to like that and let me cuddle against him. He washed then kneaded my breasts gently and I shivered as I felt the unmistakable pulse of arousal race through me.
I should have been uncomfortable with his exploring touch… yet I did not want him to stop. He was being so gentle that I felt no threat at all, and he would place kisses along the side of my face or neck. I wanted to protest and tell him that I could wash myself. But I had no heart to.
He gave our legs a quick wash and as he did, I glanced at them, noting the stark difference in our skin. His skin was almost white, and my skin seemed so dark in comparison. A few of the Fire Nation men aboard the ship had lightly tanned skin, but the truly dark skin belonged to my people.
He positioned me so that I faced him and I blushed when I felt him start to wash my inner thighs. I prayed to the spirits to give me guidance as I felt the needy throb of arousal increase. I rested my head against the edge of the tub, looking out the window as his attention came closer to my most intimate area.
I was unable to hold back a shiver as his fingers lightly grazed against it, and he was gentle in his attentions. Yet I felt very warm down there, and even though I refused to admit it, I wanted more. I kept my eyes averted but I was unable to hold back a soft gasp as his administrations became firmer.
I tore my eyes from the window and stared at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes, feeling my body open and respond to him. The soothing heat of the water had a soporific effect, and I almost forgot my circumstances. I sunk into the water a little, letting it come up to just below my chin as his attention continued. Slow ripples of pleasure coursed through me, pushing me towards... something that would be very good if he kept at this long enough...
The water enveloped me and I squirmed around a little, closing my eyes finally and taking in all the sensations that my body was an eager recipient of. I felt myself gently tugged at, pulled forward and I did not resist as the pleasant sensations continued. I felt my face and chest being touched as well. My body rose to take in the attention and get more, and I heard a soft chuckle.
The touches continued. Just when I thought that my body had reached its limit of pleasure, the administrations stopped. My eyelids fluttered open to stare at a pale face with a red blotch on it. My surroundings slowly sunk in and I let out a soft whimper, left on the edge.
His hand was now on my back, supporting me as I sat there in the water. My core was throbbing and I looked up at him pleadingly as my head lolled back slightly, wanting to know why he had stopped.
He simply smirked as he gently sat me down on my side of the tub, and I noticed his arousal. He was in a similar state of need as I was, and I blushed to see it. When he took my hand and guided it towards himself, I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. I flinched as my fingers came in contact with it.
“See what you do to me? See how much I need you? It is all for you. Never have I felt such desire for anyone else.” the Fire Lord whispered as he gazed down at me intently. I shivered and looked away, feeling hard flesh under my fingers and palm. Gently, his fingers pressed around mine, and I felt how hot and hard he was. He let go of my hand and did not protest when I pulled it away. He washed himself there and before I knew what he was doing, he climbed out of the tub. I sat there, looking up at him with slight bewilderment.
He beckoned me out of the tub and I stood there before him, shivering a little as the cool air hit my skin. The water dripped down my naked form, the area between my legs throbbing madly as the Fire Lord stood there. Out of the water, his arousal was even more visible to me and I blushed afresh. It was so thick and fierce-looking, and I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel inside of me.
He beckoned me to approach him and I did, stopping just a foot short. He reached out to massage my breasts gently and I moaned, taking a step closer, which seemed to please him. He placed kisses along my face as he massaged my breasts before he ran his hands down my sides to my hips. I gasped softly when he came a bit closer and I felt it press against my stomach.
“My lord…” I whimpered softly. I wondered how he would ever be able to fit it in me and I felt afraid. He was just…so impressive.
The Fire Lord pulled away and took my hand, leading me out and motioning me to lie down on the bed. Was he now going to take me? His arousal seemed a clear indication of that. I looked up at him, my pulse racing with both fear and desire. He crawled on the bed and I awaited with bated breath.
He then proceeded to place loving kisses along my body, as if he was memorizing my flesh with his lips and his fingers. My loins sang for him but, I bit my lip as he explored my body. He seemed to be in no rush to satisfy himself, and part of me was grateful and flattered that he did not simply take me. Would he always treat me so reverently?
I closed my eyes and moaned as he kissed and nuzzled my stomach, stroking it as well and pressing his fingers into it to knead it lightly. For some reason I liked that, even though I never had anyone do this before.
Suddenly, he backed away and lifted my right leg, kissing my ankle. I let out a slow breath as he kissed his way up, nuzzling the side of my knee and the inside of my thigh.
A shiver passed through me as I felt his breath between my legs and opened my eyes, raising my head to peer down at him curiously. He stared back at me intently as he pressed his lips there, giving me a most unexpected kiss in an even more unexpected spot. I let out a soft gasp, my body twitching just slightly as he left his lips pressed there for a few moments before lifting his head to look back down at me.
I thought he would take me, but to my surprise, he climbed off the bed and plucked one of his robes from his wardrobe, tossing it gently onto my body. He nodded when I looked up at him curiously, and I slid it on.
I had no idea why, but he liked me sleeping in his robes. I was free to wear what I wanted during the day, but when we turned in he would slip his robe onto me. I had come to enjoy the scent of his clothes and when I went to sleep I would curl up, finding comfort in his scent when I would nuzzle my face against the sleeve. More than that, I would find immense comfort in his presence, as he would inevitably draw me close when he slept.
I sat there, his robe draped onto my form and pooled around my legs as I looked up at him wonderingly. My intimate area was still very warm, and when he had touched down there, I felt tendrils of pleasure curl up into my stomach and down my thighs. He glanced down at me calmly, as if his own arousal did not affect him at all.
The Fire Lord leaned down and pressed his lips against mine and before I knew it, he had climbed on top of me, taking me into his arms, placing fierce kisses along my face and throat. I felt him press against me. When he hugged me more tightly I felt it nestled between our two bodies, almost crushing against my stomach. Only the fabric of the robe I wore lay between him and me. As my body shifted against his I inadvertently created some friction, causing him to moan and shudder a little. I could see the pure need in his eyes and it called out to me.
His hand hovered along the collar of my robe, as if he was considering removing it and sating his need. However, he started to back away, still staring at me. I fought back the urge to reach out for him and pull him back.
“Why don't you just take me already? It’s clear that you... are in… uh, need.” I said hesitantly.
“I am merely stoking the flame… so that when the time comes, the fire will consume us both. But for now... apparently, I need a cold shower.” the Fire Lord replied cryptically before he climbed off the bed and headed to the washroom.
I sat there, feeling bereft. I heard the sound of water running. Several minutes later, he emerged, no longer so in need. I considered touching myself later when I was alone, to release the pressure and hopefully release the hypnotic hold that the Fire Lord had on my senses. As if he had read my thoughts, he gazed down at me intently.
“You will not have release until we share it.” he asked firmly.
“My lord… it hurts.” I said with a soft whimper, “When you touched me… it felt so good… please…”
The Fire Lord’s eyes softened a little and he gave me a quiet and thoughtful look.
“I am not trying to hurt you. I am simply giving you a taste of what is to come. I will not have my release before you do.” he said quietly, his eyes still soft. I stared at him for several moments, and he nodded back in response, his eyes becoming cool again before he turned to get dressed. I gave his body a hungry glance before blushing and mentally scolding myself. I had to be strong and resist him.
My eyes moved to the window and I climbed off the bed, moving to it to look outside. Several men were now on deck, sparring, and I saw Kamas down there. He appeared to be coaching and training them. When the Fire Lord got dressed, he approached me from behind and placed his hands on my shoulders. I had no idea what he was thinking.
“I want you to take martial arts lessons.” the Fire Lord said suddenly. I turned my head to look up at him curiously.
“Pardon?”
“I do not belittle your Waterbending. But it is also important to learn armed and unarmed combat. I will have Kamas arrange something when we get home.”
“Really?”
He smiled a little. “I look forward to sparring with you.”
“You would want to spar with me?” I asked.
“You sound surprised.”
“It's... not something a couple usually does.”
“Why not?”
I shrugged and looked down.
“You will see how much fun it can be.” Zuko said as I felt his fingers caress my jaw.
“Fun?” I asked as I looked up at him. He smirked and nodded. As I looked into his eyes, I felt a shiver pass through me as images flashed through my head. Fire clashing against water, two bodies dancing with one another in the heat of passion and helping one another hone their art...
I gasped softly and gently grabbed his hand.
“Is something the matter?” my husband asked. He made no move to pull his hand away. I blinked a couple of times and shook my head before I slowly let go of his hand.
“I'm just hungry. Let's have lunch.”
“Certainly.” He turned away, and I let out a slow breath. What was it about this man that could draw out such intense feelings and thoughts from me?
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