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The heavy wooden doors of the throne room were closed, sealing in the stifling heat of the day and the weight of endless paperwork. I stood by the entrance, leaning casually against the stone pillar, watching Zuko. He sat behind his massive desk, a scroll unrolled before him, but his eyes were fixed on nothing in particular. His shoulders were hunched, a tight line of tension running from his neck down his spine.
It was ridiculous, really. This was Zuko. The Dragon of the West. The Fire Lord who had conquered the world and burned down ships with a flick of his wrist. Yet here he was, looking like he was carrying the burden of the entire Fire Nation on his shoulders.
"You're scorching the paper," I said, breaking the silence as I walked over to his desk.
He jumped slightly, the fire in his eyes flickering with surprise before softening into that familiar, grin.. "I'm not burning it. I'm just... contemplating."
"Contemplating taxes?" I asked, leaning over the desk, invading his personal space just enough to make him lean back.
"Something like that," he muttered, rubbing his temples. "It’s never-ending. The bureaucracy, the politics, the Council... I just need a break."
I looked him up and down, taking in the stiff formal robes that seemed to be choking him. "You look like you're about to explode. Literally."
He let out a dry laugh. "You have a way with words, you know that?"
"I try," I replied, leaning in closer, dropping my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I know a place. Down in the old tunnels. There's a pond in the forest clearing. It's secluded. Quiet."
Zuko’s eyes darted to the heavy doors, then back to me. A spark of rebellion lit up his gaze. "You think we can sneak out without anyone noticing?"
"They are busy with counsel stuff," I assured him. "Come on. Just for an hour. Then you can go back to being the brooding Fire Lord."
He hesitated for a moment, the weight of his title pulling at him, but then he stood up, smoothing his robes. "Alright. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you."
We moved like shadows through the palace. The underground tunnels were damp and cool, but I fire bended a small light for us. The air smelled of old stone and mildew, but it was a welcome change.
We emerged into the forest, the moonlight filtering through the canopy. It was the perfect little sanctuary.
We didn't speak as we moved toward the water's edge. I pulled the heavy sash from my waist, letting it drop to the ground with a soft thud, followed by the outer layer of my tunic. I slowly took off everything, making sure to face the water. Zuko followed suit, his movements slightly more deliberate. He stood there for a second, just watching me, the moonlight catching the sharp angles of his face and the defined muscles of his chest.
I waded into the water. It was cool. I turned back to see Zuko standing on the bank, his hands fisted at his sides. He looked at me, really looked at me, and for a second, the intensity in his gaze made me forget why we were even here.
"Come on, Zuko," I called out, splashing the water toward him.
He stepped in, the water rising to his waist. He let out a long, ragged breath, the tension finally leaving his shoulders as the water supported him. He moved toward me, the water swirling around his legs.
I reached out, my fingers brushing against his wet chest. His skin was warm, radiating heat. He didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in, his face inches from mine. The water lapped at our chests.
"You know," he murmured, his voice low and rough, the sound vibrating against his throat, "I don't think I've ever been this relaxed in years."
"I'm glad," I whispered, my hand sliding up his wet chest, my fingers tracing the line of his collarbone. "You deserve it."
He caught my hand, his grip firm and possessive. He pulled me closer, the water between us now only a few inches deep. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with something that wasn't just gratitude. It was a hunger that made my breath hitch.
"I've missed this," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "Just... us. No crown. No war. Just the water."
We had never done this… I had flirted… shamelessly… and teased but I could feel something different in the air. Like we were finally going to cross that unspoken line.
I leaned in, pressing my lips to his, the taste of salt on his mouth. He kissed me back, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me flush against him. The water swirled around us.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, his breathing heavy. His hand moved from my waist to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my wet hair. He pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine, the heat of his skin seeping through the water.
"You're trouble," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.
"And you're the Fire Lord," I replied, a playful smile playing on my lips.
"I'm just Zuko," he said, his hand sliding down my back, his fingers digging into my skin. "Right now."
The cool water was a stark contrast to the heat radiating of Zuko’s skin. I couldn’t believe this, I I was kissing Zuko. A very naked Zuko. The scars on his chest and arms catching the moonlight, his body lean and powerful.
We kissed, deep and desperate, the water splashing around us, filling our mouths and drowning out the sounds of the forest. His hands roamed over my body, his touch possessive and demanding. He pulled me closer, his erection pressing against my stomach, hard and eager.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire. "I can't get enough of you. You're perfect."
His large palm needed my ass cheek as he snuck his other hand between us circling my clit as he grinded into me.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting on mine, his eyes dark and dilated. "I want you," he growled. "Right here, right now."
He lifted me up, his arms strong and sure, and carried me out of the water. He walked to the bank, laid me down on the soft grass. But he didn't stop there. He reached down, grabbing his heavy silk robes, and spread them out beneath me like a dark, luxurious bed.
He climbed on top of me, his body hovering over mine, the silk of his robes sliding against my back. His fingers found my clit again making me buck and moan.
“Zuko please,” I heard myself moan.
He positioned himself between my legs, his hands gripping my hips, and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside me in one hard stroke.
"God, you're tight," he hissed, his head falling back for a second, his eyes rolling back. "So hot. So perfect."
He began to move, fast and hard. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. He leaned down, his face hovering over mine, his breathing ragged.
"You're incredible," he panted, his eyes locked onto mine. "You're so beautiful. So responsive. I love how you take me."
He shifted his weight and looked down at where we were joined, watching himself disappear into me, his eyes wide with awe.
"You're perfect," he groaned, his hand coming down to grip my thigh, pulling me closer. "You're so good. Just like that. Don't stop."
He kissed me again, his lips rough and demanding, swallowing my moans. "You're amazing," he whispered against my mouth. "I can't get enough of you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
He sped up, his body slick with sweat and water, the sound of the water dripping off him mixing with our ragged breathing. "You're so beautiful," he gasped, his voice cracking. "You're everything to me."
"Come for me," he commanded, his hips pistoning against me, his grip tightening on my hips. "Cum for the Fire Lord. Show me how good I make you feel."
The command was like a trigger. My back arched off the robes, my walls clamping down around him as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me. I cried out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"That's it," he growled, his eyes locking onto mine. "Good girl.”
He followed me over the edge a moment later, his body shuddering against mine, the intensity of his release sending waves of pleasure through me. He collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my neck. He kissed my skin, over and over, his praise softening into gentle whispers of adoration.
"So good," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "So perfect."
“Zuko,” I whimpered, cuddling into him.
“I’ve never seen you lost for words.” He teased earning a playful slap on his muscular arm.