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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
This chapter contains sexual content. Which means that this chapter is rated M for MATURE.
"Should I smile because we're friends or cry because that's all we'll ever be?" -unknown
Aang sat quietly as Appa flew through a large white cloud. The cold gusty wind hit his face and he didn't even flinch. He lazily looked to his side and noticed Sokka searching through their bags while muttering to himself about how they should've brought some food from Prince Zuko's ship. He was too hurt to do anything. Katara was not here and won't be again. She left them and she wouldn't be coming back. She had left to create her family. The Avatar sighed. So this is what a broken heart feels like, he thought glumly and petted Momo.
"What's this?" Sokka asked and grabbed two scrolls from his sack. He examined both of them and noticed that one was tied with an orange ribbon while the other was tied with a blue one. "Did you put these here?"
"Hmm?" Aang looked at the scrolls and furrowed his brow. "No."
The Water Tribe warrior untied the blue tied scroll and unrolled it. He read a couple lines before looking up. "They're from Prince Zuko," he said indifferently and passed the other to Aang. "This one is probably for you." He went back to his letter and read.
I know what it's like to protect a sister from harm, having
one myself. Unfortunately, she doesn't love me like Katara
loves you. I never speak of her because it causes my anguish
to know that my own flesh and blood hates my living existence.
I tell you this to show you that even the Prince of the Fire
Nation has his own sad secrets.
Katara does now know about my younger sister
and I intend to keep it that way.
I promise to take never-ending care of
Katara. I will provide her with Money, Clothes, Food, but
especially Happiness. And once this horrible war is over,
I wish to grant her with a home and throne. If I do not
keep my promises, may you murder me mercilessly.
-Prince Zuko from the Fire Nation
Sokka looked at the paper and took a deep breath of surprise. "Wow," he breathed and rolled up the scroll. "He has such a way with words," the warrior said sarcastically and looked at Aang's unopened scroll. "Aren't you going to read yours?"
Aang looked at the his letter with hate. He didn't feel like reading a letter from the person who took away Katara. He wasn't in the mood for any threats or whatever it was that was written in it. But interest soon intrigued him and he pulled off the orange tie. He willingly but slowly read the note.
I wasn't supposed to write you a letter, but I thought it
would be appropriate. I realize that you hate me, and I'm sorry
for causing you so much grief, but believe me, I have
no option. If I did, I would leave you in peace.
Please try to understand that I need you so I can
return back home. I promise to take very good care of
Katara, and if I don't, may you have no mercy on me.
Never doubt the love I have for her. I really do care.
She is everything to me.
Well, I'll depart so you can continue to try to save the world
from my evil father while running away from me.
And pertaining to that one question you asked me
a while back…
Yes, I think we would've been friends.
-Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation
Aang rolled up the piece of parchment and chucked it across Appa's saddle in rage. He didn't want to be friends with him. He didn't care if Zuko loved Katara. He didn't care about anything. The Avatar rolled up into a little ball and sighed in frustration. "I hate you," he whispered to himself.
Sokka stared at Aang sadly. The boy was utterly heartbroken. It hurt the warrior seeing the once joyful boy so sad. Momo squeaked randomly, making Aang look up in confusion. "Can you believe that lemur? He's so dumb," the teenage boy commented, trying to cheer up the Avatar.
"Yea, he reminds me of you," the twelve year old responded with a weak smile. Sokka returned the smile and punched him on the shoulder. "Appa! To the North Pole!"
Appa groaned and flipped his tail in the air.
Maybe just maybe, things will turn out OK.
RATED M FOR MATURE! READ AT OWN RISK.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, love is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over the wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It endures all things, believes all things, hopes all things. Love never fails. …There are three things that last forever: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of them all is love." 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 (BIBLE)
"Goodnight Iroh," Katara said quietly and gently hugged the old man.
"I hope you have a good night too," the General responded with a wink. "See you tomorrow, but not too early, I suspect." He chuckled when he noticed Katara blush and patted her hand.
Zuko walked up behind his new wife and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Goodnight uncle," the Prince said and smiled at Iroh. The man just nodded at his nephew and disappeared into the hallway.
Katara turned around and looked up at her beau. She got on the tips of her toes and pecked him gently on the lips, her arms creeping around his neck. Zuko smiled and lifted her up, making her gasp at his sudden movement.
"Should we go?" he asked and began to walk down the dark corridor.
"Sure," she whispered and kissed his scarred cheek. The liquid bender rested her head on his shoulder as he tried to open the door to their bedroom. Succeeding in the act, he walked in and kicked the door behind him. He smiled at her and she returned the kind act, before he laid her down upon their bed.
The Prince placed his lips against hers and felt her gently pull him closer to her body. He propped himself up over her and kissed her passionately, letting her know that he needed her. That he loved her more than anything. More than his own life.
Katara ran her hands down his chest and smiled into him. He was still wearing his armor. She folded her finger and knocked on his chest with her knuckle. Zuko reluctantly let go of their kiss and looked down at her confusedly. "Your armor," she whispered and laughed when a blush momentarily crossed her new husband's face. She supported herself up on her elbows and watched the Prince climb off of her. He quickly took off his armor and sat on the edge of bed as he took off his metal boots. The Water Tribe girl crawled behind him and placed her soft hands on his strong shoulders. Zuko closed his eyes and threw his head back as the gentle massage took him into a wonderful state of bliss.
Zuko took her hands in his and brought her around to face him. He stared into her blue eyes and smiled. He gripped her waist and sat her upon his lap. Katara cupped his face with her hands and tenderly kissed him. "I love you," she purred when their lips briefly separated. Her hands skied up his shirt and swiftly pulled it over his head, leaving his chest bare. The familiar flutter in her lower body arrived and she indulged in the feeling as she mentally prepared herself for more.
The banished Prince's hands traveled along her backside and grasped a small rope, pulling it out of its' easy knot. He pulled the string off her and smiled when he felt her dress loosen significantly. Zuko slowly pulled her gown past her shoulders and kissed them, admiring how soft and warm they were.
He gripped her waist and guided her body on the mattress while he carefully climbed on top of her. Katara's hands traveled downward and pulled on the waistband of his pants, signaling him to take them off. Zuko withdrew from the kiss and smirked down at her. "Desperate?" he asked knowingly and Katara pulled him back to her lips.
The beautiful red dress didn't take long to come away in his hands and he took a moment to admire her beautiful body. It was at that moment that Prince Zuko knew that he was the luckiest man the world, to have such a magnificent creature in your be. He kissed every inch of her young skin and was elated with every soft moan that escaped Katara's lips. His hands touched every part of her flesh, taking in her gorgeous physical features.
Katara dug her fingers in his back as the world's most wonderful sensation crossed throughout her entire being. She was surprised to know that anybody could make her feel that way without any need for clothes, money, or food. But not everything was butterflies and rainbows, there were things that she had not expected. For instance, the pain that had throbbed between her legs, confirming that she was no longer a virgin, or the small amount of blood that had left her afterwards. She had anxiously wondered to herself if that was normal. The insecurity that was in the back of her mind every time she let out a breathless moan, disturbed her beyond anything, but Zuko knew how to detach her from such worried thoughts. She knew that he felt the same things she did. He was also insecure and she noticed this when Zuko had quietly asked her if she was OK after she briefly cried in pain.
Katara loved this man more than anything and didn't care about the war that his family had caused. She didn't care that he was chasing her best friend and hurting people while doing it. She didn't care that by being married to him, she had caused the first heartbreak of a young man. She didn't care if her father didn't understand that she was in love with him. The only thing she cared about was that the Prince of the Fire Nation was making her feel like the woman that she was. She cared about how she was making love with the one person she cared about the most.
That was what she cared about.
"True love doesn't have a happy ending. True love has no ending." -unknown
The sun peeked through the window and hit Katara's face, making her eyes flutter open. She sighed dreamily and kissed the bear chest that her head was laying upon. Her hand stroked Zuko's chest and she smiled when she felt him stir. "Good morning," the waterbender whispered and lifted her head up.
Zuko's eyes had not opened but a smile was on his lips. "G'morning," he responded groggily and reached up to quickly rub his eyes. He looked at the woman that was now his wife and grinned at how the sun hit her blue eyes, making them look crystal clear. The Prince slowly sat up and pulled her body close to his. He gave her a small peck on the lips. "How are you this morning?" he asked.
The Princess opened her mouth to answer but a loud knock on the door interrupted her. Zuko growled and got out of bed, putting his pants on as he did so. He glanced over at Katara to see if she was covered, noticing that she was, he opened the metal door.
A nervous soldier stood at the door and gave the angry Prince a shy smile. "Sorry for interrupting you sir, but the Captain wishes to know if you want to continue to head to the North Pole."
"Uh…yes," Zuko responded and looked past the man. Many guards and soldiers were already awake and working. "What time is it?"
"It's an hour before noon," the soldier answered and stepped back after the teenager gasped. Zuko nodded and shut the door on the combatant's face, letting him know that that was all he needed to hear.
Prince Zuko looked at his wife before hurriedly grabbing all his clothes. He put them on as fast as he could while explaining to Katara that it was eleven o'clock in the morning and he hadn't shown his face to the crew. "My uncle is going to taunt me for the rest of my days," he muttered angrily and left the room after taking a quick look in the mirror.
Katara smiled at his silliness and sat in bed for a few moments, just to contemplate everything that they had done the day before. "I could get used to this," she finally said to herself and got out of bed.
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Hopefully, the sex scene didn't disturb you too much. It wasn't that graphic, so whatever. I put it in there because a few people wanted some "lemony scented goodness". XD
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