My arm still wrapped around her neck as I squeezed tightly. My body released my seed deep inside her.
Softening up my grip I heard Katara's panting body as mine did the same.
"Just admit you stole it... and I could stop tomorrow," I whispered in he...
The next day Pacing back and forth I couldn't fathom the words to even bite my tongue any longer. That bastard! why should I apologize!? He hit me first... my thought asked.
Because you're the one trying to escape. Katara's conscience spoke back to her. Rolling her eyes as if a person had spoken those words to her. Looking around the empty room unable to control her instant rage, Katara breathes heavily, a small scream coming out. "Arghhhh I so don't want to do it!"
Eyes rolling back in her sockets Katara finally set her sight on the door. Committing to her plan, she breathes out deeply, her nerves triggered walking towards the door. "Here goes nothing". Katara told herself out loud. Opening the door the two guards look at her confused.
"Go back inside".
"No." Katara declared.
"Look here" a guard with his helmet on spoke out. "You're supposed to stay here, and if you put up a fight I'm supposed to take you to the Fire Lord. Kicking and screaming if I have to".
"I'll walk. Thanks" With great pride and her head held high, Katara stepped out of the room. Her long red skirt hit just below her knees. A soft fabric tube top covered her breast as she wore another darker red flowing top over, clearly able to see the tube top underneath. Katara's loose deep color brown hair shined underneath the daytime sun peeking from the large windows surrounding them.
The two palace guards assigned to Katara follow closely, one guard's eyes scanning the path ahead as the other eyes are scanning Katara from behind. "Dajo stop it!" the guard on the right whispered to his comrade. "you heard how clear the fire lord's orders were with her."
"Zekks tell me you don't see that?" Dajo whispered back. The two guards walked neck to neck with each other. "the things I would make her do"
"I'm not losing my benefits over you Dajo! My wife will kill me".
Zuko
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"You've been here all night... don't you want to get some sleep?" Mai trailed off from my side asking. Running her finger on a dusty large vase, scorning the build-up of dust on her fingertip. The room was dark and quiet. With a large hanging Portrait of Iroh in the center of the room. A table in front held a few bowls of fresh fruits, clean drinking water along with incense and candles burning with rare fragrance. The deceased ashes are sealed in a beautiful red beryl stone urn.
The ground below holding a glorious gold basin steadily releases an orange flame to the earth. Zuko's eyes were heavy and his mouth was beyond dry. But still, he kneeled in his same spot all night, center to everything, fueling the fire with branches. "..You can leave"
Rolling her eyes to the side Mai huffed as she started making her way to the door. For the last 20 minutes, she had stood at his side. Not wanting to offer any wood herself but determined to get Zuko to leave. why is he always like this? Can't he just forget him...
