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Nostalgia	By : scrappster Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Azula/Zuko Views: 14130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Zuko walked down the old hallway and let his thoughts wander. It seemed like ages had past since he last saw the pristine halls of the palace. It was calming and welcomed, but he couldn’t help but feel confused. He clearly remembered the many times he passed down the same path, but he felt distanced from the memories. He clung to them, yet now reliving them, he felt like something was missing. His quiet musings were interrupted by heavy footsteps coming towards him. When he looked up, he wasn’t surprised to see Azula walking towards him. He watched her, instinctively suspicious, and she stopped directly in front of him. Neither said anything for a short time when Azula abruptly spoke.

“I have to be honest with you, Brother. It’s good to have you home.”

His eyes narrowed in disbelief.

“I’ve only been home for a day.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I know that, dum-dum.”

His eyes narrowed again, and he expected her to say something else. Instead her eyes stayed stern and heavy on his face. They suddenly flicked to the side and watched the walls intently. Her lips parted as though she was about to speak, but instead she narrowed her eyes and turned around.

“Get some sleep Zu-zu. You’ll need it.”

She walked dutifully down the hall, and Zuko didn’t reply. It was strange for her to act that way, but it wasn’t something he was going to worry over. Azula was right. He’d need rest, and as though obeying her, he continued down the hall to his quarters.

The room was untouched and warm. The red color scheme relaxed him immediately, and he felt a gentle weariness come over him. He slipped under the covers and by his command, the candles died softly. He had forgotten how nice the moonlight looked screened through dark red curtains, and he had forgotten how soft the covers felt against exposed skin. As his eyes grew heavy, he couldn’t help but finally feel at home. But still, seeing the old room and the old painting still sitting on his dresser, he felt like something was missing.

Hours drifted by listlessly, and the night grew short. Zuko felt a weight shift the bed and opened his eyes. Sleep disappeared the second he saw Azula sitting beside him with her legs over the edge. He pushed himself up and leaned on an elbow.

“What do you want, Azula?”

She wasn’t watching him until he spoke. Her eyes felt like they pierced straight through him. The covers fell away from his chest, and he felt the cold air brush goose bumps across his bare skin.

“I just wanted to ask you something. You don’t have to get so defensive.”

Zuko rubbed his eyes and relaxed slightly at her words.

“What time is it?”

“Past one, I think.”

His eyes widened.

“What the heck are you doing up then?”

She shifted to turn to him, and her robes shifted with her. The collar dipped down deeply, but he pretended not to notice and looked across the room. Her hair fell around her shoulders, and she pulled herself closer. He sat up instantly and rubbed the back of his head. Her eyes never once left him, regardless of his wandering gaze. The silence started to get to him, so Zuko turned his attention back to her.

“Well, what do you want then?”

He watched her face carefully, looking for any sign that could tell him of her intent.

“I was just wondering if you missed being home.”

The question surprised him. He looked away to a lone candle, which he figured she must have lit as she came in. He pondered on it for a moment, curious as to why she would go out of her way for such a simple question. However, he must have taken too long to answer, because Azula shifted closer again. He shrugged, not wanting to look at her.

“I guess.”

“What did you miss?”

Zuko looked back at her with a raised eyebrow, and her eyes fell to the bedspread. He watched her in confusion, and then noticed her snake eyes trail up his stomach, tracing along his chest and arms. Blush flooded his cheeks, and he felt nervous. He decided to keep conversation going.

“I guess just being here, with family.”

He realized that he had unintentionally emphasized family, and he hoped she didn’t take offence. Her eyes followed up the curves of his chest along his shoulder and neck, to his dimly glimmering eyes.

“You mean Father?”

Her gaze never once faltered, and he met it calmly and confidently. A flash of something slashed through his eyes.

“And you too.”

A smile curled her lips at that. It was exactly what she wanted to hear. Her hand slid forward, just barely slipping under the covers, and he tried to ignore it. The other lifted and waved by her face.

“Well that’s good, considering there’s no one else.”

Azula’s smile increased as her hand fell onto his thigh. She scoot just a little closer, feeling the warmth of him growing each time she drew closer. He felt so comforting against the cold. He tensed when her hand fell on his leg, and he couldn’t think of a reply. He sent a mild glare at her instead, and her eyes narrowed softly. They stared at one another until her eyebrow twitched ever slightly. Her hand slowly snaked upwards, and his body tensed. Surprise overcame him as she put her other hand on his shoulder. She leaned in slowly, ever gently, and her lips slowly pressed against his. It was the softest kiss, and certainly not one Azula might give. He was frozen in shock, so she took advantage of his immobility and pressed against him so he slowly laid back into the bed. Her breasts lay upon his chest as her tongue lightly played with the edges of his lips.

Her hand rubbed his thigh gently, encouraging, and she could feel a rising heat beneath her fingers. He cautiously relaxed and lightly returned the kiss. Her lips grew hungrier, and she quickly intensified the kiss. The sensations were intoxicating, and his desire grew with every moment. As though suddenly realizing what he was doing, Zuko’s eyes widened, and he abruptly pulled away.

“Wait, Azula, you–”

Her caressing hand pulled away, and she pressed a finger against his lips. Her eyes were heavy with lust and watched him steadily. He felt awkward and nervous now. He didn’t want this; he never did. It was his little sister, but as she pulled herself closer, eyes half-lidded, he could not deny the burn eating away at his gut. Her hand fell to his stomach lightly.

“Don’t talk...”

She pressed forward again and kissed him, more forcefully then before. He pulled back again, staring at her with unsure eyes. Neither spoke for a long time, and Azula’s eyes fell to his chest. Her hand traced upwards, two nails lightly sliding across the skin. The feeling sent a chill up his spine as she slowly traced the hidden muscles up to his collar bone. Her fingers sat lightly for a moment on the defined line, then slid back and forth tenderly. Goosebumps tightened his flesh, and he closed his eyes at the sensation.

“The nights get so long. You know how lonely it is when no one is near.”

He was speechless as she pressed him back onto the bed. Her fingers never once stopped following the natural curves of his body, and once they were both lying, her hand traveled down along his chest. It inched further, brushing the pads of her fingertips ever further, ever slowly. Right down the middle of his abs. Her fingers slipped over his belly button, and his body grew anxious. His breath increased, slowly at first, anticipating her touch as she meandered lower. Her nails nicked the edge of his pants and scratched at the folds of the band for a moment. She looked at his face carefully, seeing that Zuko was tense and unsure, but desire flushed his skin. Azula leaned forward and kissed him, pressing harder now, and he slowly complied with her wishes. Her fingers still played at the band around his waist, and her tongue slid across his lips.

In a swift motion, her hand slipped over his hard member and a surprised moan escaped him. Her tongue forced through his lips, and her grip tightened. Pleasure flooded him, and he shifted to allow her better access. Her fingers slid up and down lightly, teasing and seductive, relishing in the soft shudders her touch sent through his body. She pulled away after a moment, sitting up with confidence.

He pouted slightly and looked up at her in confusion. She only returned his questioning look with a smile. Her hands slipped under her robes and bat them away, exposing her pale chest. Her nipples hardened at the rush of cold air, and she pulled the covers over her as she slid next to him again. His eyes never once left her body, and his lust grew seeing her breasts brush up beside him. His hand lifted and fell again, the fingers wanting to touch her smooth skin, but his mind still held him back. She saw this and smiled. Azula grabbed his hand and pulled it closer. She lightly kissed the fingertips, and then slowly brought them to the top of her breast. She drew them down, slowly going over the hard nipple. His fingers twitched and lightly rubbed it under her grasp. She closed her eyes and released his hand, giving him full control. He touched lightly, testing, and pressed his thumb, rubbing in small circles that made her shudder. He pulled away again in surprise, his hand frozen in mid-air. He couldn’t do this, he just couldn’t.

Her eyes snapped opened. Anger flickered over her face, and she grabbed his hand again. Her sudden aggression surprised him and made him feel recoil. He tried to pull his hand away, but her grip only tightened. Her eyes narrowed, and she pushed him onto his back. He gasped at the force, and she straddled him quickly. She snatched his hands and held them in place by his head. A strong wave dove down into his hardening erection, and a primal pleasure overcame him. She leaned her face close to his.

“This is happening whether you want it to or not.”

His heart skipped a beat, and his breath quickly increased at those words. Physical desire now ignored any confusion his thoughts presented, and he opened his eyes to look at her. She sat up and pulled his hands up to her chest, placing each hand on a breast and forcing him to massage them. She sucked in a breath at the feeling, and his fingers weakly squeezed her. The flesh moved smoothly, and his intense gaze never once left her chest. She moaned at his caressing touch, but suddenly threw his hands away. She smashed her face against the crook of his neck, and her mouth sucked and nipped at the skin. She could feel him fighting off moans, so she bit the skin, hard, and he gasped in surprise. The shock of it sent a hard chill up his spine and through every muscle in his body. He sighed and writhed beneath her. She grabbed his hair and pulled up so she could look down at him. His eyes had that same old, delicious look. Those golden slits held a disguise of weakness and confusion, yet underneath burned that fiery desire and passion.

She pulled herself forward and yanked his head up, smashing her tit into his face. He opened his mouth obediently, licking and suckling softly. His actions earned him soft, satisfied moans, but he wanted to hear more. He nipped lightly and received a loud gasp. She pulled his head away and smashed her lips against his. He returned quickly, finding her tongue too luscious to ignore. She lifted her face from his and smiled at him. She released him and softly brushed away the hair that fell over his eyes.

“That’s a good boy.”

She moved so her weight pushed against his crotch, and he sighed at the pressure. She kissed the top of his chest and trailed down to the edge of his pants. She put her hands on his sides and curled her fingers so the nails snuck under the band. She pulled the fabric down forcing him to reveal his hard member. Seeing him made her smile, and she bent down. Her lips lightly kissed the tip, and he moaned and shifted, loving the feeling of her thick, wet lips on the foreskin. Her tongue slipped out and lightly licked from one end to the other. He shuddered and his lips parted for heavy and quick breaths. She sat up and took him in one hand. She stroked it lightly as she pulled her crotch closer to him. He watched her movements and couldn’t keep a smile from his lips.

She lifted her hips and played the tip along her wet flesh. He moaned in unison with her as she circled the end over her clit. The smooth motion made her arousal rise even further, and her nails dug into his chest. He watched her excitedly as her face relaxed and tightened in pleasure, quickly reaching her peak. Her moans grew and shudders rolled gently over her body. Soon, drops of cum slipped through the tip, and the new lubrication enhanced the feel tenfold. She gasped and rocked slightly against him. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him, and she needed him now.

She pulled up and thrust forcefully against him, pushing him deep into her wet folds. Both gasped and sighed at the sensation. She grabbed his hands and put them onto her ass, and he hastily tightened his grip. She started to grind into him; the bed creating soft tremors against the wall. Her movements were so confident and smooth; he couldn’t help but smile thinking that she made sure she was perfect at this too. Hot breaths increased as she rocked harder and faster. Her hands scrapped his chest, lightly at first but grew stronger with every thrust.

Their peaks grew closer and closer and her moans turned to cries. Her eyes flashed down to him, and her vicious lust glinted against the dim candle. Her look pushed him over the edge, and he moaned loudly, digging his fingers into her ass. The nails sent a sharp spark through her body. She threw her head back as her body exploded with pleasure, consuming her and making her cry out. The lone candle flared violently, thrashing stark highlights upon them as their bodies twitched and rolled with orgasmic release. He moaned and panted against her weight. She rocked and smashed them together, drawing out their orgasm as long as possible. Her body quickly grew weak, and she lay on him for a moment, catching her breath. She pulled up so he fell out and collapsed onto his chest. Her pants were like a steady beat in his ears, and they both lay for the longest time regaining their energy and composure. He rubbed her back lightly, and she rubbed his chest in return. His eyes grew heavy from exhaustion and satisfaction, but her voice snapped him back to reality, speaking softly into the dark.

“I missed you, Zu-zu...”

He thought it better not to reply, and Azula fell asleep soon after she spoke. He stared at the ceiling for the longest time. He tried not to think about what just happened. His eyes flickered over to the painting and stayed on the face for a long time. Something was missing, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He looked down at the subdued princess in his arms and felt the same old quirk in his heart. He wanted the connection, the contact, the touch. He wanted the love he once had from the woman whose face she resembled. But he preferred this over nothing at all.
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