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Bitter Alliance	By : Looneyluna Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 31138 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warning! Strong sexual content ahead!

Chapter Nine –

The food tastes like rice paper as I chew it. The irony Katara and my situation is almost comical for now we are truly alone. The only servant to have any contact with either of us is the person who brings us our meals.

I am trapped, the bars on the window reminding me of my lover’s life over the last few years. I want to run, but my father’s reach consumes the land – that and we would be dead before we reached the palace courtyard.

Although I ache to take Katara, I don’t. After the terrible trauma she suffered at the hands of the Sages and my father, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I force myself to eat breakfast in an effort to keep up my strength. I have some time left – time to plan Katara’s escape. My father’s newest conditions matter not to me. My own life holds no value any longer. I only want for Katara. I want her to be free.

As if she is able to hear my thoughts, she stirs in bed. Her robe gaps open, showing me a glimpse of one of her breasts. My body reacts as it always does. Setting my utensil down, I close my eyes and try to meditate. I need to think of a way to get Katara to safety.

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The memory of last night flits across my mind as I wake. It chills me to think of the Sages’ hands on me. Ozai’s words chill me even more. Now Zuko’s life is forfeit as well as my own.

Shivering, I open my eyes and realize why the bed is cold. In the sitting room past the archway, I see Zuko sitting at the table where meals are taken. His eyes are closed. He looks almost serene, but I can see the lines of tension around his mouth.

I get out of bed and enter the bathing room for my morning ablutions. Afterwards, I reenter the living quarters and approach my lover with intent. Zuko made no move to take me last night, and I feel the twist of cruel fate.

Standing before him, I untie my robe and clear my throat.

His amber eyes snap open and widen, an appreciative smirk gracing his lips. “Feeling better?” the prince asks, his gaze ravenously roaming my naked flesh.

The urge to cover myself passes and I drop the robe to the floor in invitation.

Reaching for my arm, Zuko grasps my wrist and pulls me onto his lap. His lips close over mine, taking my breath away. Just as soon as the kiss starts, it ends. He peppers my cheek with love nips and groans.

“Katara,” he sighs, his breath so heavy that it stirs my hair. “You don’t have to do this.”

“But I –”

He places a finger over my lips. “I’ll figure a way out of this.”

Kissing his lips, I mumble, “And sacrifice yourself in the process? No thank you.”

“Katara –” he protests, but I press my finger over his lips. After all, turn-about is fair play.

“Promise me,” I whisper against his scarred flesh. “Promise me that you will never leave me. Whatever you plan…whatever you do, you’ll include me.” I slip my hand inside his robe and run my palm across the flesh that guards his heart.

“I know you’re plotting an escape.” I kiss along his jaw, determined to seduce him, determined to take this one moment out of time and pretend that all is right with the world, determined to show Zuko how much I love him. “We go together or we don’t go at all.”

He buries his face in my neck and mumbles something, shifting me on his lap so that I feel the evidence of his desire.

Lifting me with one arm, he sweeps the low table clean with his other, sending dishes and food scattering across the cushions. I gasp as he sets me on the table and coaxes me to lie back.

Pulling my hips to the edge of the table, he rises on his knees and opens his robe with a flick of his wrist. The table is low. The cushions he kneels on are soft, granting him the height and leverage he needs to seal the bargain.

I feel the blunt tip of his sex probe my moist femininity. He pushes inside me, stretching my wet channel with a purposeful stroke.

He suckles one of my breasts, pulling and tugging on the nipple as he moves inside me. I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles around his ass and pulling him deeper.

One of his hands grasps mine and guides it between our conjoined bodies. His fingers cover mine, coaxing me to touch myself. It’s an odd and pleasurable sensation, being filled and being led to the edge of bliss.

I cry out, welcoming the waves of pleasure as they wash over me. I twitch in his arms and he clamps my hips with his hands in a vice-like grip, pounding into me and growling as his release claims his sanity.

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I am reluctant to release her. The warmth of the aftershocks of her body is a haven I wish never to leave, although I know I must. Noble Katara – always trying to protect everyone. She knows me too well. When I see my opportunity to see her to safety, I shall seize it, whether it means my own death or not. Either way, I know a separation is looming before us.

“Promise me,” she pleads, looking up at me with her ice-blue eyes.

Not wanting to ruin the moment or the precious gift she has given me, I take the easy way out and lie. “I promise.”

Her satisfied smirk widens into a smile, and she shifts beneath me and deepens our connection. “Seductress,” I growl, bending over and capturing her lips.

Katara groans and I pull away, getting to my feet and offering her my hand. She is radiance personified – her skin glows in the subtle light of the room. She saunters alluringly before me.

She has no idea how she tempts me. I want her again. I watch the sway of her hips as she crawls onto the bed onto her stomach, opening her legs slightly in invitation – an invitation I am too weak to resist. Like a moth to a flame, I go to her, coaxing her to her knees and crawling behind her.

I smooth my palms over the flesh of her backside and she sighs impatiently. “Just live in this moment, Zuko,” she murmurs over her shoulder as she braces herself to receive me.

Like a condemned man, I join my body with hers. The union is deep and I close my eyes, picturing her by my side for all eternity.

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The sun droops low on the horizon, heralding the end to another day. My body is tender – well used. My lover is exhausted, snoring softly on the bed.

As I stare out the window over the rooftops, I sigh in disappointment. I could easily freeze the bars of my gilded cage and break them, but it would do little good. The fall would kill us.

The door to our suite opens with a definitive thud and I turn to watch the servant bring the meal. She is not alone. The Fire Sages are escorting a healer. Their gazes linger on Zuko’s slumbering form and then on me.

“What are you doing out of bed?” the Sage who tested my “readiness” the night before questions me. “You should be in bed with your legs up.”

I raise one of my eyebrows in open defiance. The healer, an old woman, approaches me. Zuko stirs, but does not wake.

“It would help Prince Zuko’s seed along its perilous journey,” the healer states as two of the Sages move behind her.

“You will submit to an exam,” one of the men demands.

I shake my head, backing away.

“Leave her alone,” I hear Zuko warn, his voice holding a menace much like that of a drowsy tiger.

The third Fire Sage is poised to take the prince down should I resist. I hold my hand up in surrender. “It’s fine, my lord,” I say, closing my eyes as the healer undoes my robe and examines me. I start as I feel her touch.

“She is taken,” the old woman announces with confidence. “But it is too soon to tell if the seed will take root.”

Zuko hisses his frustration. “Now, get out!”

The Fire Sage nearest my lover grins. “You had better hope your seed takes, spoiled prince. Your father is running out of uses for you.”

The healer pulls my robe together and ties my sash. The slide of scratchy paper startles me as the woman adjusts my robe.

“What is it?” one of the Sages asks, taking a step toward me. “What’s wrong with her?”

“Her hands are cold,” I mumble softly.

The old man accepts my excuse and backs away. They leave, slamming the doors behind them and setting the locks.

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TBC

A/N – Tons of thanks to Moncapitan, Spleef, and Betathanu for the spit and polish. This story wouldn’t be what it is without you all. You all rock!
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