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The Clearing: A Fire Prince and an Island Warrior	By : kurojidarkspear Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 7607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Just a thought. Take it or leave it. First fanfic in a long time, more so a writing exercise than an actual character exploration—but this pairing intrigues me, definitely. This will probably make an appearance in later, more complex fics. Or you know, just some more smut.

The Clearing

By Kuroji

“Maybe I would’ve been something you’d be good at. Maybe you would’ve been something I’d be good at. But now, we’ll never know.” Call it Off by Tegan and Sara

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They met at night. Always at night.

He wasn’t sure he’d even said her name by the light of day. But at night he was whispering it as they moved together, pushing and pulling and panting accented with muffled cries. Sometimes there was desperation and resentment, but there was always tenderness, always gratitude and apology.

Its origins were a little hazy. She had never been much of a flirt, but something about him had always made her nervous, bordering on uncomfortable—and not just when he and his lackeys were burning down Kyoshi Village. But once he switched sides there was no denying his dark allure, and she found herself blushing a little too often when he was around, laughing a little too loudly at his dry humor.

The inexplicable and unnerving attraction was none too evident on nights when they pulled patrol duty together, talking for hours under the moonlight as they explored the vast empty spaces of the Western Air Temple. One night they’d found an uncovered balcony overlooking the canyon below, tucked into the cliffs high above the platform on which they’d made camp. She remembered his unexpected charm.

“I can barely imagine what this place looked like before Sozin,” he’d breathed, eyes up to the stars. “It must have been stunning.”

“The elders in my village used to tell stories of the Air Nomads. It would have been a great honor to be allowed into an Air Temple.”

They were silent awhile—companionable, calm. It was then that she first noticed the stillness of him. He didn’t twitch or shuffle, not even subconsciously… just stood there, his body a tome of calm and peace. She had always been told it was the sign of a great warrior, signifying patience, thought, and reflection. That tranquility, however, was interrupted by a shrill scream from somewhere nearby, so loud and abrupt that despite her years of warrior training she jumped in surprise, tripped over a root and began to fall—only to be caught by his strong arms.

“It was just a Screeching Dodo, Suki,” said the Fire Prince, barely stifling a laugh. The Kyoshi Warrior blushed, embarrassed, as he released her and flashed one of his rare, rakish grins.

“T-thanks,” she stuttered, brushing an unruly strand of hair from her eyes. She was so used to him as a warrior, an enemy—the petulant exiled prince who had destroyed her village. But as she looked up into his golden eyes she knew that that surly boy was long gone, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“What’s that grin for?” he asked, head tilted slightly.

“I’m glad you came around, Zuko,” said the Kyoshi warrior, giving him a playful pat on the shoulder. “It’s good to have you on the team.”

“I think everyone’s just glad they don’t have to face me again when this final battle happens.” He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.

Suki scoffed. “Please. I’ve learned a lot since we last faced each other. I could take you.”

Zuko nodded, looked away, and then abruptly swung a leg up—but she was ready. She blocked the kick with both hands and pushed down hard, tipping his balance forward. When she moved to strike him in the stomach he used his momentum to crash into her, knocking them both to the ground. As they rolled, Suki gained her bearings first and clamped two hands down on his shoulders, using her own weight to flip them until they landed with a collective “oomph.” When the dust cleared it was the Kyoshi Warrior who was victorious, straddling the Fire Prince’s chest and holding both his hands above his head.

“Nice try,” she chided.

“You got me,” he replied, but his face was pulled into a mischievous smirk.

“See? I told you I could—“

He cut her short by pushing his whole body upward, knocking her off by sheer strength. As she fell to the side he rolled, covering her body with his. Before she could wriggle away he grasped her wrists in one strong hand, slamming them into the dirt above her head. His other hand grabbed her chin, rougher than necessary but still playful, and he leaned down close to whisper, “I win.”

Their noses were just a hair’s breadth apart. Suki could feel his breath, almost intolerably warm, on her cheeks, and felt a shiver creep up her spine. After a moment he released her, rising to his feet and extending a hand. She accepted, and when she rose her body was humming with a strange feeling. To cover it she quipped, “What, no fire today?”

He took in a sharp breath and then released it in a quick but sizeable huff, his arms in the air. A cyclone of fire rose around them, but it was unlike any fire Suki had seen before—a kaleidoscope of color flickering blue, green, yellow, orange and red.

“It’s beautiful,” she said.

“I learned it from the dragons. It’s a pure form of fire, but not like lightning. It’s benevolent energy, fuel for the world,” explained the Prince, watching her intently. The entire time they’d known each other, their lives had revolved around war—and she was a very capable warrior—but in this moment he found himself looking at a woman, an absolutely stunning woman with full lips and hypnotizing green-blue eyes. The words slipped out before he could consider the reasons to stop them: “You’re beautiful, Suki.”

She finally tore her eyes from the multicolored fire, a look of confusion coming across her face. “What did you say?”

“I said you’re beautiful.” And suddenly his lips were pressing into hers, hesitant but firm. She melted for just a moment, a soft sigh escaping her chest, and then jerked away as the reality of the contact sent adrenaline rushing through her veins. The fire around them dissipated, and a foreign look appeared on his face—vulnerable, insecure.

“Zuko… Sokka,” she stated plainly, panting. She wiped a bit of moisture from her brow and turned away from him. “I’m with Sokka. I love Sokka.”

“I know you do,” he replied matter-of-factly. “And I love Mai… But I know a thing or two about heat, Suki, and I think my fire wasn’t the only reason you’re sweating right now.”

Suki clenched her eyes shut as if she could hide from him, but she knew that moody gaze was pinned straight into the back of her head—always unwavering, always defiant. It was taking all of her willpower to remain facing the other way.

His brow furrowed. “Well… I’ve expressed my… opinion. Whatever comes of this, I leave it up to you.”

Hand-to-hand combat, Suki could handle. But she’d spent much of her life as an animate weapon, pushing down the part of her that was a body, that reacted like this to a soft touch… her ability to sort through these situations was a bit underdeveloped. She sensed him moving closer again, was acutely aware of the scent of him. Burnt coals… spice and musk. The sensory skills she’d honed for the purposes of war were suddenly working against her, clouding her mind and making her heart practically pound out of her chest.

Zuko sighed. “I guess nothing then?” The question was supposedly rhetorical, spoken to air. His nonchalance irrationally stung. Had she known the number of times in the near future that she would feel that same sharp, twisting ache, she might have stopped.

But as it were, she answered his question in a crushing kiss. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer, his tongue entering her mouth. The sensation sent a spark through her center. His hands came up to grip her hips, grinding her against him. She couldn’t help but moan into his mouth and, taking the bold gesture as a challenge, cupped a hand around the crotch of his pants. The Fire Prince grunted and broke their kiss, dipping his head to gently suck and nibble at her neck.

She must’ve mistaken his detour as hesitation, because in a flash she was pushing past his belt until her fingers wrapped around what she was looking for. The unexpected touch nearly made Zuko’s knees buckle. His breath quickened, a puff of smoke billowing from his nostrils. She was pressing her face into his shoulder, and he could feel her quick breaths as her hand anxiously worked him. He couldn’t help but lean into the touch; it was so different from Mai’s. Impatient. Graceless. Firm, but unsure. He was fairly convinced that she and Sokka had done little if much of anything with each other—not that what she was doing didn’t feel good, a fact he was quickly reminded of when she jerked his pants down just enough to free his cock.

Suki stared for just a moment too long, fascinated and a little intimidated by his erection, pale and standing straight up in the moonlight. Gingerly she pulled down the skin, exposing the pink head and eliciting a low moan from the Fire Prince. She could feel her heartbeat thundering between her legs, knew exactly what her body wanted. He was tugging on her shirt so she lifted her arms to remove the offending garment. She had a moment of self-consciousness until she saw the look in his eyes, so smoldering and unapologetically licentious that her blood quickened, that pressure building in her core. Then he was leaning forward, kicking off his pants, and gently pushing her down until her back touched the ground.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he whispered.

The Kyoshi Warrior shut her eyes for a moment, mind swirling with confusion and desire and pause. She saw Sokka’s face, loving and loyal, and felt a pang of guilt. But when she looked back up into Zuko’s eyes she saw something there that Sokka had not really given her yet: fire. She nodded and lifted her hips so he could carefully pull her pants down and then completely off. As he tossed the clothing away, Zuko noticed the pensive look on her face. She had said it was okay, had urged him to go on, but that look… Mai had never given him such an expression before. It was vulnerable, innocent, perhaps a little unsettled. He put a hand to her cheek and brushed a thumb over her lips, asked again: “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she finally breathed, smiling assuredly. “I... want this.”

The Fire Prince nodded and gently pushed a finger in her mouth, grinning when she wrapped her full lips around it and sucked. With his other hand he reached down between her legs and parted her other lips, his dick twitching in excitement at the wetness that immediately coated his fingertips. He slid down her body, pressing his lips to every inch he pleased, and admired the full bush at the apex of her legs. His better and more terrifying half’s obsession with knives—or in this case, razors—meant an almost religious clean cut to her own patch of curly black hair. Quite honestly the Fire Prince could not have cared less about that particular manner of decoration, but the newness of her scent and body was making him hard. He slipped two fingers into her.

Suki’s back arched at the sudden intrusion, a low moan rushing from her lungs before she could stop it. Sokka usually went slower then this, usually spent so much time preparing, coaxing her into readiness. But she could feel the damp between her legs, could hear the slick sounds of his fingers as they moved in and out.

And it felt good.

Her hips began to rock of their own accord, driving his fingers deeper with each stroke in a desperate attempt to build more pressure. He was giving her that confident grin as he worked, each time pulling his hand back just enough to keep her wanting. She huffed her lack of amusement, but was really not about to complain. Each thrust shot bubbles of pleasure into her stomach, some veering outward all the way to her fingers and toes.

Zuko dipped his head and closed his lips around her clit. Suki cried out for just a second before his free hand clapped over her mouth. She bit his skin just hard enough to hurt, then fell back down as his tongue and hand continued. There was a familiar feeling mounting at the bottom of her stomach, a coil of tension and pleasure screaming for release. She tangled her fingers into his black hair and pushed her hips against his mouth.

“Z-Zuko,” she stammered. “Come on… please…”

“What?” His voice was false innocence, a somewhat hooded challenge. “What do you want me to do?”

This was most certainly a game Sokka did not play. Suki groaned in frustration, regretting having said anything because now his mouth had lifted from her clit to speak. His fingers, at least, continued. The warrior in her wanted to refuse the challenge, to save face… but her body was begging for relief, the pressure almost ringing in her ears. “I… want you to… get me off. Now.”

Satisfied, Zuko resumed his task with added fervor, sucking and licking and lightly nipping at that sensitive bundle of nerves. His hand began to press into her hot wet center in earnest, curling his fingers to touch that spot that made her entire body react with every stroke. It was not long before he felt her muscles tense, her thighs coming up as if to hold him there. She was biting her lip to muffle her cries as the orgasm exploded in her stomach, her body clenching up and then relaxing into a haze of quivering pleasure that washed clear down to her toes.

The Fire Prince was panting when he crawled back up her trembling body to kiss her jawline, and she could smell her essence on his face as he nestled into the crook of her neck. They lay there for a bit, bodies humming with energy as their breathing evened out again.

It was Suki who interrupted the daze, reaching between them to touch his erection and stunned to find it was already wet. Reading her surprise, Zuko interjected, “It’s pre-cum. First time?”

Suki flushed with embarrassment, turned away from him. “Sorry. But. I mean. No. This isn’t my first time. I’ve just… That’s never happened before.”

“I see,” he said, his tone surprisingly gentle as he pressed his lips against her shoulder. “But I’m sorry if Sokka has never wanted to be in you as bad as I do right now.”

A bit of shame passed over her eyes then, but she seemed to push it right back down. “I want you… inside. You make me feel… really good.”

He couldn’t help but grin. Her lack of eloquence was charming; it was hard to imagine such a straightforwardly expressive sentence coming from Mai. He pulled back from her chest, rising to his knees, and positioned the head of himself at her entrance. When she did not resist or recoil he pushed forward, the wetness inside of her allowing him to slide almost completely in with one stroke.

Suki’s eyes fluttered closed, her mind more so than her body surprised by the weight of him. Sokka was by no means small, but Zuko was thicker, stretching her, requiring a conscious effort to relax before he pushed forward and hit bottom with a strained groan. They stayed like that for a delicate moment before he began to move. He pulled out, almost to the head, then pushed all the way back in. She was tight, and her muscles clenched him with each thrust. A bit of sweat appeared on his forehead as he concentrated on controlling his strokes.

But she was seeing stars.

Suddenly the Prince felt himself already starting to spill over the edge, that familiar tightness building in his sac with each slick draw of his skin against hers. It was too soon. He pulled out, ignoring her mewl of protest, and flipped her so she was on all fours facing away from him. Leaning down, he kissed her shoulder blade and grabbed her breasts, squeezing firmly.

He whispered, “Have you ever done it like this before?”

The Kyoshi Warrior was breathing hard, her voice shaking as she responded, “I… never. No.”

“This is my favorite way,” he continued, pushing the tip of himself against her. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”

And then he thrust into her, all the way, making her arch her back and nearly fall forward. She gasped for air as he picked up a rough, fast pace, the new angle making it feel like he was even bigger than before, the tip of him pressing against her cervix with each stroke. There was no sound around them other than the vulgar slap of his hips against her ass and the moans they desperately tried to muffle. Zuko was finding it difficult to control himself, the flames underneath his skin licking at the surface as he pounded into her. He reached down around her and pressed a finger to her clit, eliciting a sharp whine from the warrior. Next he heard a sound, soft at first, and then growing, a sort of mantra:

“Fuck fuck fuck, oh Kyoshi, fuck fuck fuck…”

Zuko smiled, her incoherent babble egging him on, and with renewed energy he slammed into her, losing track of himself, the beaming white light of release so close he felt his balls lifting again.

Suki was already there, her body tensing up and then spilling over the edge into another shuddering orgasm that washed cool release clear down to her toes. Zuko felt her clench him, the rippling squeeze pushing him there, and then he pulled out, using his own fist to pump himself into release, his almost scalding hot seed spurting onto her back.

Suki crumpled to the ground gasping for air. She felt him collapse next to her, and then a surprisingly gentle touch—he was wiping her back clean with his hand, rough fingers taking care to remove all evidence of their tryst. The intimate gesture made her suddenly self-conscious, and she squirmed away from him to sit up and find her clothes. She could feel his golden eyes on her as she pulled on her pants, but ignored it.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“I’m fine.” Certainly not.

“Suki…”

“I said I’m okay, all right,” she snapped, grabbing her shirt and pulling it over her head. “This was a mistake. But it’s done now. And it’s never happening again.”

This, of course, would later be proved a lie.

Zuko silently dressed himself, then sat and rested his hands on his knees. He glanced up at the sky. The moon was high, like the sun at noon, and illuminated their small clearing with an ethereal glow. He turned and watched her dress out of his scarred eye, suddenly guilty for having caused the pain and shame in her face. “I’m sorry, Suki. I didn’t… want to make you upset.”

She finished tying her belt and stood still, facing away from him. Her shoulders seemed to shake slightly, but her voice was clear, “Please don’t make this difficult.”

The Fire Prince rose to his feet and moved behind her, hesitantly placing his hands on her hips. When she didn’t retreat, he offered, “I’m not going to make it difficult. This wasn’t about anybody else. It was about you.”

Suki turned and rested her forehead against his chest, inhaling the scent of him. “Just promise me you won’t tell Sokka.”

“I won’t.”

Leaning onto her tiptoes, the Kyoshi Warrior gave him a light kiss, her hand curling around his neck to keep him close. She whispered, “In another life, Zuko, I think we might have been good together.”

He nodded, eyes closing.

In the days that followed before the Comet’s arrival, they met on nights they could. Once more in the Air Temple, once on the beach at Ember Island… Their moments together, though brief, were a sort of escape. As the Comet rushed towards their skies and the destiny of the Avatar grew closer and closer, their scandalous rendezvous were things they could control. Or so it seemed.

After the Comet, nothing was the same—for anyone. They went their separate ways, and for some years were apart. But forever the Fire Lord kept a soft spot in his heart for the girl from Kyoshi Island, and the history books never knew—a tryst lost to the wind.
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