#bonebending

Ah, but Zuko's a beggar at heart—or at your feet, you might say. And it's very difficult to stay quiet with him.

"Zuko, someone's gonna hear you," you eventually say, though it might be too late for that, your head tilting back as his hand shifts your chin, searching for more of your neck to eventually leave marks on. His warm breath under your ear is making your head dizzy, but so is the hand that's gripping your thigh, the thumb that's gliding over the lacy waistband of your underwear. "Someone's gonna hear you and we're gonna get in so much trouble."

"You make it sound like we're teenagers sneaking out," he laughs, tongue gliding along your jaw slowly, before leaving kisses against your chin and just next to your lips so that he can tease. "We're adults, aren't we?" He kisses up your face, against your hair that he's moving out of the way, and then back down again, back to your collarbone and your shoulders which are finally done tensing. "You're a big girl, right?"

There's no way you're responding to that—not verbally, anyway—no matter how bad you really, disgustingly want to.

No need. Zuko has all of the answers he's looking for as he laughs against your goosebump-covered chest. He lowers himself, dangerously slow, it's sick, it's insufferable, until he's eventually on his knees right in front of you, hands gripping both of your thighs, breath right up against your clothes cunt, and he's looking up at you like it's Christmas.

"She's a big girl," he nods, kissing the lace gently. "She knows exactly what she wants."

You think you might pass out the way he's talking to you—not you, no, that wouldn't be the right way to describe it at all. The way he's talking to your core, that heavy heat between your legs, the clenching of your thighs that he's easing apart as his mouth nears.

"Please, tell me you missed me," he begs again, lashes fluttering up at you. He steals one quick glance back down before his eyes meet yours again. "She's gonna tell me, but I wanna hear it from you, I want you to say it so I know." He waits impatiently, thumb running across your clothed slit, breathing in the wet spot that's made itself known. "I just wanna show you how much I've missed you, that's all. I wanna be so good to you—"

"One of your advisors is gonna murder you, and then me, back to back—"

"You're not worried about getting caught, you're practically dripping into my hands right now." He's not trying to mock, he's simply stating a fact, but everything that comes from Zuko's lips sounds like a heartless tease, like a taunting needle through your chest. "You're troubled," he mumbles, lips grazing against your underwear, leaving light kisses. "Tell me why and I'll make it go away."

You let your hand fall into his hair, using all your still-working neurons and your last bit of modesty to lift his head, his skull, more specifically.

But he likes it. These were the nefarious things he was thinking of when you'd first flung him away with your bone bending. He let his neck be craned back to look up at you, a childish smirk playing on his lips before he dipped back down. And this time your hand just stayed in his hair to grip, to hold on, as he licked a fat stripe against you. And another. And another, until he's lapping up whatever juices are trickling through the fabric.

You whine at the feeling and he hums against you, nods understandingly.

"Tell me, my love."

You struggle it out as best you can. "Not...supposed to be doing this. Said...fuck- said we wouldn't—said you didn't think we...that we should do—you're such an asshole."

"I know, baby, I'll make it up to you," he coos, fingers hooking into your waistband. "Hold your dress up for me- yeah, just like that. So good, so good f'me, my love." He groans as he pulls your panties down, letting them pool at your ankles. He lets his nose slide through the slick of your folds, breath shuddering as your grip gets tighter on his long hair.

But he pauses.

"Thought you didn't want to," he whispers, rubbing your thighs gently. He removes his face with a pained sort of look, hands gripping your hips. "Pushed me off last summer, so I thought you regretted it. Thought you didn't like me—I understood you probably didn't like me. But I like you. I didn't regret it." He kisses up your leg in a reverent sort of way, smoothing down the shake in your calves. "I said we shouldn't because I thought that's what you wanted. I wanna give you...whatever you want—absolutely anything."

You let out a heavy breath at his words, thinking back to the entire year you'd been silently pining for him and beating yourself up for it.

"You want me?" he asks quietly, looking back up at you. "My love?"

You nod, like it's obvious, like you hadn't been resisting this whole time. But of course you wanted him, of course you'd only acted that way because you couldn't help yourself from wanting him. All those looks across the room tonight, the way your heart wanted so badly to jump out of your chest and just run over to him and hop up and down like a little school girl.

"I just don't want to us to ruin anything," you admit quietly, looking off to the great big boulder in the hall. "You're very...important. To a lot of people. You can't just be screwing anyone, especially not your friend's sister—"

He shakes his head rapidly, furiously as he resumes his kisses up and down your legs, quicker and still deeper than before. And then he's mumbling like a crazed person against your warm skin, almost intelligible. "Not just...anyone. Not just...friend's...sister. Mine. Mine. Fuck- mine, all mine. So much more important. Mine—"

He gives no warning when his mouth closes over your clit, his tongue slicking through the folds in an attempt to suck you dry. You squeeze your eyes shut at the shock that's sent through your body, both hands gripping his hair in sections as you shut your eyes and bite down on your bottom lip which might've bled if your teeth kept jutting into it. Zuko continues in his sort of reverie, whispering on and on and on.

"You're more important...would...would leave the nation...for one summer with you, just one." And it's beautiful, his poetic nature, mixed with the lapping of your juices, the moans into your body, the stronghold that he has on the meat of your thighs, tongue pushing itself further and further, in and out so he can get the perfect taste. "So sweet. So sweet and just for me. Never...fucking shit- never wanna make you think...I don't want this. Always...want this."

His tongue worms its way into your dripping hole leisurely, and he looks up to see the expression you make, his brows scrunching together in the center when he gets a good look at you. "Is that good, my love? Feel s'good, doesn't it?" He takes his thumb to circle your clit, groaning into you when you slap your hand over your mouth to keep from screaming. "Wanna show you how- I know, baby, I know- how special you are. Not just anyone, I swear. I swear, I swear, I swear—"

And he's lost himself now, his tongue zipping in and out in steady, calculated motions, not just for your pleasure, but for his. He thinks he might cum just from looking at your face like this, scrunched up and still trying to stay in its stubborn composure. He wanted to fuck that civility out of you, as soon as possible.

He holds you up against the wall when your legs start to lose feeling, but that's not what you're thinking about right now. You can see the way his back is flexing beneath his top, the way he's trying not to hump at your leg like an animal. The ground shifts beneath your feet without even thinking, crackling under you as your mind goes completely blank, and before you know it, you're finishing into his mouth, fingers reaching to dig into his shoulders.

He holds you up as he drinks every bit of what he's been giving, still moaning at the flavor, still mumbling about how good it is.

"You're so sweet f'me, gave me so much," he smiles, chin covered in your slick and cum, the liquid practically dripping from him. And he's licking his lips, whispering still. "Thank you- you gave me so much, thank you."

"You're the worst," you breathe out, head against the wall. "You're a seductress...it's cruel."

"Yes, my love, keep going, tell me everything."

You roll your eyes with a shaky sort of laugh, watching him rise up to tower over you again. "Said we shouldn't fuck anymore and now you're fucking me."

"I told you, I didn't mean it," he pleads funnily, hands cupping your cheeks to kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you. "Didn't mean it- want you so badly. Want you all the time. But you never came back, or sent a letter, I thought—"

"You never sent one either!"

"Well, you're Toph's sister, I thought you were the 'I'll come to you when I'm ready' type."

You wave him off with your hand mindlessly and it quickly drops him to his knees again. Your eyes go wide, but you're laughing, you both are. "I didn't mean to do it that time." You squeeze your hands tight and it lifts him up awkwardly, first his arms, then his body follows, stumbling into a standing position in front of you. "We both could've...cleared things up. I suppose."

"I think so too," he nods, kissing your lips once again. "Our bad."

"Our bad." You let out another long breath, leaning against the wall fully to rest again. Your hands feel at his chest through his formal wear, dragging down the length of his torso. "I think...you could still make it up to me, though." You bat your lashes up at him briefly before looking back down. There's a tent in his pants, it's so painfully obvious that you're almost salivating. You tug at the waistband, looking up at him. "Only if you want, though. If you...think we should."

He nods carefully, easily, eyes deep and dark with lust as you reach your hand into his pants and underwear, slipping his length out into the open. You watch his gasping face carefully as you tug at his thick shaft, thumb gliding over the slit at the top as you move your grip up and down and up and down. He tilts his head back briefly, but not for long as you wave your free hand, keeping his head sloping forward, eyes on you at all times. He smiles at the resistance, meeting your gaze eagerly.

Drops of pre are already spreading across your warm fingers as he starts to jut his hips into your fist, hands on either side of your face as your jerk him off, listening to his heavy breathing just next to your ear as his head begins to fall into the crook of your neck.

"Is this what you wanted, my lord—"

"Yes, fuck yes, all that I wanted. All I need- ah- just you."

You laugh at his quickness, speeding your hands up and slowing them down, repeating the shift in speed every few moments until his hips are stuttering a little, trying to meet you half way with each pull.

Then, he abruptly shakes his head, drifting away from you slightly. "No...no, sorry, want more. Need more." He pulls away from you quickly, holding himself in his own hands and pumping once, twice, before nodding down at you with those big eyes and those kiss-swollen lips. "More, please. Wanna feel you."

And just look at that face, I mean you couldn't possibly say no.

Before you can even fully nod, he's eagerly lifting you into the air, one arm hooked under your legs and the other positioning himself right at your entrance. You freeze a little at this new height, looking down at the ground and trying not to see frantic. With your hands wrapped around his neck to hold yourself still, you can't really feel the ground, which is to say that you can't really feel anything that you usually feel, a less than satisfactory experience.

And maybe Zuko knows exactly what you're thinking, because soon enough he's leaning his forehead against yours, kissing your lips softly. "You're okay, just feel me. You feel me?" He takes your hand and places it against his chest, against his heartbeat. "Feel that? Right here, just feel that." He nods with you, breathing slow, before easing himself into you, your body making room for him, like it was always meant to be that way. His teeth bite into your shoulder gently as he groans, staying still for just a moment to feel your walls squeezing around him, shifting to fit snug. "So...fuck- so fucking perfect." He lifts his head up to meet your eyes, smiling drowsily. "You feel how perfect she took me? Made for me, all- holy shit- all mine. Just f'me."

Every thrust is methodical and deliberate in nature, his eyes never leaving yours so he can see exactly which push and pulls makes you do what---like slamming a machines buttons and waiting to see what happens next. It's as if he'd remembered exactly what made you tick almost a year ago, like his dick never quite forot exactly which pressure point to hit as he pistons in and out of your languidly, like it's second nature. And you haven't forgotten him either, the way you're practically sucking him in, keeping him there. You kiss him fervently as continuous moans fall from your lips, and he eats at them, nods with you when you whine and whimper, rubs your legs to soothe you as he keeps a steady, perfect pace.

"Zuko?" you breath, gripping at his shoulders a little harder, biting your lips a little stronger. "'M close, fuck- wait, wait, m' close."

And he just keeps nodding, with that same seamless momentum and tempo, kissing all over your face to relax you, his own hips faltering just slightly before he's back at it again, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth to hear you better. It takes one more in and out before you're releasing that tension in your stomach, his lips closing over yours in the loudest moan you could've possible conjured. And he's spilling into you too within seconds, watching as his dick continues to disappear and reappear in and out of you with his last sloppily and chasing thrusts.

The empty hallway is now just heavy breathing and quiet laughing as you both stay still amongst each other, holding the other close, coming down from the high.

"Still wanna kill Toph?" he jokes, kissing at the curve of your jaw.

You sigh, seriously thinking about it. "I guess not. We'll need to explain our newfound fondness for each other, so I guess not."

"Good. Because we kinda coordinated," he whispered against your cheek, smiling into your skin.

You slapped at his chest, eyes wide. "You little—"

"You guess not? After all I've done for you!"

Dead. They were both so fucking dead.

guys. im sorry about how long its been---to be fair, I didn't think this would be very popular AND I am a lowly college student, please have mercy on my poor soul :/

that being said, I rly hope you guys enjoyed and thank you for all the kind words on part one! beg for more if you'd like me to continue this one, and if not, I love a good suggestion!

love, your pretty princess!

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Lynnura did not enjoy boredom.

She had never liked being bored. She had always wanted to move, to read, to learn, to do something; sitting around doing nothing was a foreign concept to her. Avery joked that she would only stay seated if someone was sitting on her. She liked having things to do, and she didn’t have the most patience.

Which meant that solitary confinement was a particular type of hell.

She had no one she could talk to, not even the guards who delivered her meals. She had nothing to do. They wouldn’t give her so much as a pencil to doodle with for fear that she would use it against them. (Which, to be fair, she would have. Pencil lead was just graphite; with enough concentration, she could control it.)

She needed to make a plan before she lost her mind.

She had to keep herself busy, stay focused, and figure a way out of here. Avery would be trying to break in to save her, and she needed to get out before that happened. She couldn’t let her beloved get anywhere near this place, near these people who considered her an expendable asset.

Lyn had been trained on how to deal with being held prisoner as part of her time with Heroes League: survive, evade, resist, escape. SERE. That training had always assumed that the hostiles would be villains of some sort, though, not a well funded and well known company like Corporation. A good bit of what she learned wouldn’t be applicable. She was more or less in a high tech, high security jail. They wanted information, but they were content to wait her out in solitary for it—for the moment. Whether they’d resort to torture eventually—well, she would learn that soon enough.

And she wouldn’t be doing anyone any good if she lost her head. She took a few deep breaths and focused on calming down.

Okay. She could do this.

First off: find any material she could manipulate with her powers. They had strip-searched her when she was first captured, and taken all of her little jewelry pieces and trinkets that doubled as tools she could use with her powers, so she had to find new sources. Unfortunately, Corporation had planned this cell to be able to hold a geokinetic. Nothing here was rock or stone; it was all metal or plastic. As much as she would like to emulate the great Toph Beifong and suddenly be able to metalbend, she knew it wasn’t going to happen. She was even on a high floor, far enough away from the ground that she couldn’t sense it.

Why couldn’t they have been idiots and put me in an underground cell instead?

Okay. That was a bust for now. She would keep trying; maybe someone would be dumb enough to bring something she could use into the isolation zone around her cell. Implausible, but not impossible.

In the meantime, she would keep herself busy with whatever physical activity she could manage in such a small space. Push-ups, sit-ups, flexibility training, and anything else she could think of.

Lastly: figure out how well this place was monitored. It wouldn’t do to get her hands on material she could manipulate, just for it to be noticed on a camera and immediately confiscated.

This was going to be a challenge.

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By the time Marcus had come to pay her a visit, Lynnura had been subjected to sleep deprivation due to lights, sound, and temperature fluctuations, as well as a variety of stress positions. Nothing that would permanently harm her, but definitely enough to make her life even more miserable.

She had gotten lucky once on materials; a small piece of… something… had been brought into the very edge of her power’s radius. She had managed to get it halfway to her before it was caught. It turned out that one of the female lab techs had come to work wearing earrings with ceramic decorations; she had ripped them directly from the woman’s head, causing a good deal of damage. She heard the guards talking about it after they escorted her to one of her not-considered-torture-under-the-Geneva-Convention sessions.

She had to be smarter about how she did things. And as much as she hated that she injured someone, she needed to make peace with the fact that getting out of there might mean hurting more people.

Okay. So. Ceramics were new. Those meditation sessions were paying off after all. She had begun spending time each day meditating on her powers, on their reach and control, as a sort of practice without materials. Lyn had learned young that her powers were easier to control with daily practice, and had experimented with the upper limits of her powers for quite a while: how much she could manipulate at once, what all she could do with it, stuff like that. This was a different type of limit: how small of something could she control, how far away she could grasp it.

She had been experimenting with her fine control before, such as Avery’s ring; it took a good bit of concentration to be able to not only make a ring that was the perfect size, but also specific types of quartz. So she was familiar with the concept that “earth powers” could include more things than just throwing rocks around, but she hadn’t expected to be able to control ceramics.

That led her to an idea. A terrible, terrible idea that she wished she had never had; one that, in any other circumstance, she would have passed off as an intrusive thought and never considered again.

Here though, locked in this aggressively sterile and modern cell, she didn’t have the luxury of being squeamish.

Her idea was this: would bones be considered close enough to “earth” for her to control?

It was awful. She didn’t want to be able to do such things. Bloodbending was horrifying enough; she didn’t need to invent bonebending!

I am not turning myself into a kids show villain. I will not lose my morals over this. Even if this is possible, I will find a way to do it without hurting anyone with my powers.

Without any other sources, she experimented with herself. By now she knew all the cameras in her cell, and knew that she was being constantly monitored. She refused to give her captors any clue that she had come up with an idea for escape, so she kept with her same routines. She did all of her physical exercises, talked and sang out loud for her enjoyment and their annoyment, and finally came to her daily meditation session.

This is just a test, she reminded herself. She could figure out what bones she would be willing to sacrifice to the cause after she learned if this would even work. It might not.

But it just might.

She started as always with slowing her breathing and calming her mind. From there, she turned her focus inwards, tapping into the source of her powers, whatever that might be. Her room came into its usual focus, all dull colors to her inner eye: nothing for her powers to latch on to. She ignored it, ignored her usual practice of testing the range of her control, and turned her powers towards herself.

Could she do it?

It’s just another type of rock, she told herself. You taught yourself how to manipulate those. It’s just another type of rock, one that you have to focus on slightly differently.

Her body came into the strange focus of her powers. She could feel the matrix that made up her bones, see it glow dully to her inner eye.

Fuck.

It wouldn’t work.

Yes, there were compounds similar to rocks in human bones, but she had forgotten a little anatomy fact. Bones aren’t solid. They’re mostly fucking hollow. They’re filled with all sorts of lovely things like bone marrow, with barely enough minerals there for her powers to even sense, let alone control.

The only bones that she might be able to pull from would be big ones: femurs, humeruses, scapulae, sternum, pelvis. None of those were exactly something she could afford to fuck around with! She had been hoping she could maybe sacrifice a pinky to the cause, and get out of here with 9 fingers and her freedom. If she messed with those bones, she would likely cripple herself! She needed to be able to get out after using the material to pick the lock on her door. That wasn’t an option.

There… was something else, though.

Teeth.

She hadn’t even considered the fucking teeth. It made sense though; they were primarily a calcium compound, if she remembered correctly. That was pretty close to limestone, which was easy enough to work with.

32 escape options, right in her mouth.

She had to think about this.

Lyn was honest enough with herself to admit that it occurred to her to use other people for this. The guards came by twice a day with food; that was plenty close enough to use her powers. The deciding factor in her internal debate wasn’t whether or not it was morally acceptable, but rather that pulling teeth from other people would be extremely noticeable. It would get her escape attempt stopped before she even started. It was an uncomfortable realization that if she could have gotten away with it, she would have been willing to do it.

Once she got out, Lyn was going to need so much therapy.

Have to get out first, though.

It took her a few days to get enough courage to even test the theory. She started by just feeling around; nothing drastic, just trying to see if it would even work. It wasn’t any more force than she could generate by poking at them with her tongue.

And it worked.

That was one part of a plan down. Now, she just had to figure out the rest.

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The door on her cell locked with a techno-mechanical monstrosity of a lock. It seemed to read something from the key, maybe an RFID, and check that it had the correct whatever-it-was before allowing the key to turn and open her cell. She wouldn’t be able to do anything with that.

The actual locking mechanism, though, was a deadbolt. That, she could work with. If she had enough material, she could shear through the deadbolt, and the door would swing freely.

The problem after that, though, was getting out of the building. She turned the problem over in her head for a while before coming to a solution.

Corporation had built her a nice, solid cell in one of their buildings. The surrounding areas were cleared of anything she could use her powers on. But fundamentally, this building wasn’t a prison—it was an office building. There were no safeguards against escape outside of the one little wing she was kept in. If she managed to get out of that section, she could get to a fire escape route and just walk right out.

This was all assuming she didn’t get caught while she was still inside the building. This escape wouldn’t be stealthy; she wasn’t a mimic, and there were cameras everywhere. But if she timed it right, she could maybe steal a lab coat or something to disguise the fact that she didn’t belong there. It might buy her enough time to get out of the building and at least partially out of the city before they realized just where she had gone.

She had the pieces in place. She had a plan, as flimsy as it might be.

Now she just… had to get her materials.

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Pulling teeth was a classic torture move.

And Lynnura was going to do it to herself.

More than that—she had to do it while making it seem like everything was fine, because she had no privacy. She planned to do it during her meditation, then do some sleight-of-hand to get the tooth out of her mouth and into her pillowcase, where she would be able to hide it as she practiced with the new material. But for it to work, she had to keep from showing any signs that she was in pain.

She wished she could pull this off without needing to pull the whole tooth. But in the long run, it would be better to pull the tooth entirely than mess with the enamel composition, especially as she didn’t have any practice with the material yet.

There was nothing for it. She knew what she had to do, now she just… needed to do it.

She started her meditation as always, then turned her attention to her mouth. It couldn’t be any of the front teeth, their absence would be too noticeable. So she would have to go for the hardest teeth to pull: the molars.

She examined the tooth with her powers, taking in just how it sat in her gums, the four roots that extended deep into her jawbone. She surrounded it with her power—and pulled.

If she had to pick the worst part, Lyn would say it was the sound. The crack as her jawbone finally gave up its hold on the roots of the tooth was impossibly loud in her ears, and she had to work to keep her face blank. It hurt, of course; she had expected it, but it still managed to catch her off guard with its intensity. The crack was accompanied by a bloom of pain that radiated through her entire cheek, making her bones ache with it. The tooth fell onto her tongue, and she pushed it to the bottom of her mouth before she could accidentally swallow it along with the surge of blood that was coming from the wound.

She took a slow, deep breath in through her nose, ignoring her frantic desire to pant from the pain and exertion. She had done it. She finally had something to use for her powers.

With any luck, she’d only need the one to get out of there.

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She needed three.

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After far too long of hiding her experimentation and pain, Lynnura was finally ready to make a break for it. She had spent the last few days steadily working through the thick metal of the deadbolt, and today she got through the last of it.

The door was unlocked.

She took a deep breath—

And pushed it open.

Still, and perhaps luckily, no one likes to ask Toph what she’s smiling about, as it could be anything.

Perhaps she feels the beating of someone’s heart change when breakfast is brought to the table. Perhaps she hears an unsavory conversation from three rooms down, something no one else is meant to hear.

And maybe, just maybe, she can sense the Fire Lord's burning gaze across the table, the heat of his eyes landing on one person in particular who just refuses to sit less than two seats away from him.

Even if none of the other gossip was buzzing about in the fire nation, the contents of you and Zuko’s arrangement could be caught and deciphered simply by that piercing gaze he shoots you, the one you try to ignore with the help of Katara’s beaming conversation.

Your friend is talking about water springs she wants to take the girls too, and spa days the Fire Nation’s ladies-in-waiting have planned, and the way her lover sent her flowers the other day—Aang just loves to find fire lilies and leave them in their guest chamber on Katara’s bedside table. But unfortunately for your friend, her voice wades in and out of your brain, your mind only able to retain bits and pieces. Though, it’s not really your fault.

How can anyone pay attention when the Fire Lord is looking at you like that?

Like he wants to stand up from his seat, grab you by the wrist, and lead you to some far part of the palace where absolutely no one would disturb you.

Well, it’s raunchy, is what it is—his look is deep, and dark, and perverted, and what’s terrible, what’s absolutely devastating, is that he can see the way you shift in your seat under his gaze, and you think this only entices him more. You're in the exact predicament he is in, just as disrupting and just as filthy. Still, you both have had yet to be alone since your last little excursion.

And while Zuko is patient as ever in your gentle hands…he is a lord. And he was a prince. And he is seldom ever prevented from getting what he wants.

Which is why it doesn’t at all surprise you when, at the very end of that endless week, you get a knock on your chamber door, just after dinner and just after you’ve walked Toph to her room and convinced her that you’ve been feeling fine (lying to your sister is not easy, but you sometimes deem it necessary). You open it with a carefulness, relief washing over you when it’s just a boy, a teenager, one of the cooks or manservants, perhaps checking if you need fresh bed linens or bringing you something you dropped or left in the drawing room or dining hall. However, this relief is cut short when the boy stands nervously at the door, clearing his throat to give a hushed announcement.

“The Fire Lord Zuko has requested your presence.”

Your eyebrow quirks as you look the boy up and down. You squint, looking past him down the empty hall, shaking your head. “In the dining hall?”

The boy shakes his head. He seems to be biting back a laugh, a smirk of some sort. The rumors and gossip have travelled far, you suppose, but you can’t let it be known how little the stories are actually rumors, genuine gossip.

“In his chamber, ma’am.”

You laugh a little, nodding carefully. Well, of course, that's where your presence would be requested. “It was urgent?”

“Seemed so, miss.” The boy paused, looking about the hall too. “He…called me in quickly. Said to drop whatever else I was doing and make sure I had no one stop me until I’d gotten to you. He seemed…”

“More bossy than usual?”

Well, the boy couldn’t possibly answer that, so he just looks at his shoes, lets you sit in silence a little more.

“If it was so urgent, why’d he send you to fetch me? Rather than make his way here?”

The boy finally looks up, shrugging. But he has his suspicions, you can tell. You give a look down the hall, nodding gently, coaxing an answer for your curious heart. You suppose it’s also fun to stall this eager lord, makes it all the more fun.

“I overheard…” The boy cleared his throat again, whispering lightly. “The Fire Lord likes to mumble to himself. In his chamber. I overheard him saying he was annoyed.”

“Annoyed?”

“With your behavior, miss.”

“My behavior?”

“He seems to know you’re ignoring him. His words, miss. He says that simply won’t do. Perhaps…he thinks…you’re less likely to ignore him in his chambers. Rather than yours.”

You hum, finally stepping out of your room and closing the door behind you. “I’m guessing he didn’t ask you to return with me? Only to make sure I go?”

The boy wiped his face to cover a growing smile. “You and the Fire Lord seem to know each other well.”

“You’ll promise not to tell anyone that he requested me?” You watch the boy nod reluctantly. You pout a little, sucking your teeth at his disappointed face. To be fair to him…if you were anyone else, you’d be alerting the town square as soon as possible. “You promise to only tell one person?”

This, he smiles at, nodding quickly. You shoo him off and he dashes to the nearest friend of his, biting his tongue in excitement as he turns a corner. And you are left to make the trek to the Fire Lord’s chambers.

The walk feels horribly long, or maybe it’s just these uncomfortable shoes you’ve been forced to wear all night. You nod to the maidservants still working through the halls, already whispering amongst each other and smiling at you cheekily—everyone knows, you keep thinking to yourself, absolutely everyone knows that you and Zuko are imagining ripping at each other’s clothes every single second of the day. You make an effort to ignore their falteringly polite stares, trying not to smile when you see the large door that does an increasingly poor job at keeping you away from the Fire Lord and his bed.

You knock gently, almost imperceptibly, and the door swings open with a certain kind of fire. You stare with wide eyes at one of the lord’s advisors, the man’s equally shocked and almost frazzled face as he scurries out the lord’s chamber, mumbling under his breath. You try to listen to his words carefully, the vibrations that they make against his swiftly beating heart. Words like 'insatiable' and 'inconsolable' are the most readily heard, but you think maybe Zuko is always described like that. More mumbles about the lord's 'refusal to listen' and his 'increasingly distracted demeanor'. You could blame yourself, but it might be more fun to tease him instead.

Zuko paces around the rooms, fumbling through papers, pajama pants hanging low on his waist as he practically floats about in frenzied motion. You'd slipped in through the door and closed it behind you several minutes ago, watching carefully at the strange nature of him. Your heels clack against the wood floor as you step further into the chamber, and only then does he look up, finally meet your eyes.

You stand sheepishly before him, your hands innocently behind your back. You bat your pretty lashes, a mischievously clueless pout on your lips. "I hear I'm in a bit of trouble."

His eyes are warm and dark as they rake over your dressed-up figure. "You have absolutely no idea." You nod carefully, slipping out of your heavy shoes as he stares, and stares, and stares. His smirk betrays him, and he's completely stopped fussing around his room, just taking his time to watch you place your shoes near the door, watching you sit carefully on his bed, hands on your covered knees. "Making yourself at home, my love?"

You tap your ear with your pointer before tilting your head slightly. "I'm listening." There's a guard or two whispering in the corridor. Their gossip with another one of Zuko's advisors is titillating, and their suppressed laughter pushes up against the atmosphere of the hall. "Apparently, my lordship, you've postponed three different proposals today alone. Important things, too, like dinners with other nations, meetings with suitors---"

"I don't have suitors, I'm---"

"Well, of course not, you've declined all of their invitations!" You laugh, and the noise makes his heart beat so fast, it's impossible to ignore it. "You should try to be funnier. If you like to hear me laugh so much."

Zuko knows it's just a tease from your ever-unserious lips, but he nods reverently anyway, finally letting him walk towards you. "Who's saying all of these...incredibly untrue things?"

"Your advisor, a few paces from the door. They're coming to argue with you some more, try to get you to change your mind." Your eyes make a quick glance to the room's entrance, and you sigh a little. When you look back, Zuko's right in front of you, his hands drifting to your shoulders, fingers warm and coarse as they drift across the exposed skin. "But...if your reason for requesting me is very distressing, my lord, I can...make them go away."

Zuko nods, humming some sort of approval, dark eyes laying waste upon your silhouette. "You've been wearing such pretty dresses this week. To torture me, I think." He dips his head and his lips brush against the shell of your ear, breath almost faltering. "I'd really like to take it off of you now."

You wave your hand, and all there is to show for it is the sounds of the muffled bumping of bodies against each other, struggles of men trying to resist some kind of gravitational pull, and running, lots of running in the complete opposite direction to avoid whatever frozen fate these bones are in. It's a nice trick, you think. And certainly necessary for right now. Zuko smiles as he parts your legs with his own, squatting down to nudge himself between your thighs. He drags the hem of your dress up until it's bunching at your goosebump-covered hips, his nose sniffing up the scent of you.

"Wanna taste."

You laugh at the bluntness of his voice, his eager hands. You let your fingers rake through his hair, pulling him up to look at you again. "First...won't you tell me why you've been such a pain for all of your colleagues?"

He scoffs lazily, nosing at your clothed arousal, teeth nipping at the lace once or twice. "Don't you know?" He looks up through his long lashes as you shake your head, trying not to squeeze your thighs together. "You've been mean. Couldn't focus on anything these annoying people were talking about in the meantime." His teeth graze against the skin of your thigh, switching between bites and kisses that leave you shivering just slightly. "Why have you been mean to me all week, huh? I thought I made it all better."

Your hands fall to the bedsheets, gripping the fabric in your fingers. "I haven't been mean, Zuko. I've---"

"You don't have to explain." Zuko takes the edge of your panties, helping you lift your hips between tugging them down your legs with a slick kind of ease. "I'll make it better again, I swear. Just let me make you feel good, yeah?" He tosses the panties up on the bed, looking at you softly again, lips pressed up against your already wet cunt. "I can make you feel good. Okay?"

Now, who can say no to that face?

After an assuring nod from you, he dives tongue-first into the lips of your sweet pussy. He licks up the already forming juices that are slowly dripping onto his bedsheets, thumb languidly rolling over your clit in a smooth and simple circular motion. Your breath starts to quicken as you watch between him and the door, not sure if you remembered to lock it or not. He smiles against you, chin already starting to get sticky.

"They won't bother us, my love, it's alright," he assures, kissing your bud before thumbing it again, mouth closing over your leaking hole. You gasp into your hands, feeling his own palms hold your legs apart to keep from strangling him. "Be loud," he mumbles into you, sucking gently as his warm, soft tongue slips carefully in and out of you. Your hips twitch beneath him, and he grips firmly, thumbs gliding against the plush skin of your legs. He parts from you briefly, lips glistening with your slick as he speaks. "Come on, baby, you've been mute all week. Be a little loud for me here."

Your head dips back as you let your hands fall again, the soft moans drifting past your lips like a song in Zuko's ears, the tune encouraging him to work just a little harder. He sucks more vigorously, moving to your clit and replacing his tongue with his fingers, smiling up at you as they slip in and out of your pussy, digits curling in against the spongy walls. Your legs start to shake as that bubbly feeling grows inside of you, your hands flying down to grip his shoulders so you can catch yourself.

"Fuck- Zuko."

"Yes, baby, let it out for me." He lifts his head up to see you more clearly, holding one hand as the other works through you, patiently, expertly, slow and steady, his lips leaving hot, open-mouth kisses against your chest and up to your neck. "Come on my hands. Let me help you, my love. Come for me, right here."

You bite back your final scream of a moan, pressing your lips against his to muffle even a little bit. You're left a whining mess as you finally release, lips pouting against his as he continues to move his fingers through you, his free hand rubbing down your hair to soothe.

"So good f'me, my love," he coos before finally slipping his hands out of your tightening pussy, licking at his fingers between you both before feeding you some of your juices, nodding as you suck tenderly on his middle and ring. "That's all you wanted, wasn't it? Wanted me to make you feel so good---I make you feel so good, don't I?"

"Yes, Zuko, fuck-, yes, you make me feel so good. Every time." Your hands go back to gripping his shoulders, eyes glazed over in ecstasy. You press his forehead against his. "Was that for me to feel better, or you?"

Zuko clicks his tongue, kissing at your cheeks softly. "I guess I've been a bit of a brat lately to my counsel." His lips hover over your own as he breathes you in again, fingers digging into the skin of your hips to keep you from leaving. "I shouldn't punish them for my own preoccupation." His grin widens a little against you, seemingly moving closer. "But if they'd seen you like this, surely they'd understand---"

"You can't be getting distracted by people like this."

He does this boyish roll of his eyes, one that makes you laugh without trying. "I was only distracted when you stopped standing next to me in group settings."

You think back to the week of his stares from across the palace, his pauses in conversation when you walk into a room, his stuttered words when you walk past him towards the girls, and his fingers gently brush against your arm, not to stop you, just to feel your skin against his in even the simplest of ways. And he doesn't know it, but your heart races when he touches you like that, when you have to walk by without saying a word. But despite your previous conversation, in that godforsaken corridor that Toph had forced you both into, you couldn't make conversation with Zuko. You couldn't, because when you did, it came out too intimately, too affectionate for it to be friendly. And while Zuko had assured the nation meant nothing compared to you, the nation did matter, and his leadership even more so. You couldn't be a distraction; it wouldn't sit well with you knowing that you were. But now, perhaps in avoiding what you thought was the inevitable, you had willed it into existence. His absentminded, inattentive, daydreaming blur of a week, all because you'd only shared a few 'hellos', 'how are yous', and 'the weather's nice today'.

Still, you can't help but feel eternally guilty. "You're rarely listening to people talking to you if I'm even in the same room."

"So, I'm bad at multi-tasking, is that a crime?"

"When you're the lord of an entire Nation? Yes, it absolutely should be a crime."

"My crime, not yours." He kisses along your jaw, carefully to be sweet and not leave marks, but wanting to, wanting to so very badly. "Your crime is...being so utterly perfect and not letting me have my hands on you every five seconds---not letting me talk to you every waking moment. I can handle my responsibilities, I don't need you...removing one for my sake."

"I can't be your responsibility, Zuko, not when you have so many others."

"That's not something you get to decide."

"It's actually the only thing I get to decide!"

He pauses, moving his head to look at you sternly. "If I pull the lord card just this once...will you hate me forever?"

"Zuko..."

"I don't care about my duties if you're not speaking to me. None of those duties matter if you're not by my side. I won't take that for an answer from you anymore---as an order, if it means more to you than just my word. So, if you have any other reasons for avoiding me, besides my responsibilities and duties as a lord, then I suggest you voice them now."

You smile, holding his head in your hands. "You make me nervous, my lord."

"You have no idea how mutual the feeling is. And I think if you ignore me any longer, the entire nation might fall from how fearful I am that you don't want me as much as I want you." He kisses at your palms and wrists, sighing contently. "Do you? Want me?"

You nod. "Disgustingly, I think. I almost feel bad for hiding it so well."

Zuko laughs, hands gliding up and down your legs. "Well...what do you say to maybe...making it up to me?" His lips press against your collarbone, pulling himself up from the floor as he kisses against your neck. "With our clothes off, preferably?"

You pretend to think about it for just a moment longer, feeling him climb into the bed fully, pulling you on top of him with a rigid sort of ease. "We could work something out." You wave a threatening finger in his face, smiling down at him as his hands guide you onto his lap, your still wet cunt already dripping onto his loungewear. "If...you can promise to listen to your advisors from now on."

He nods, lifting you up onto your knees before he starts to slip out of his pants and underwear, still staring up at you. "Mmm, any other stipulations?"

"Yes. You have to make an effort to actually pay attention to other conversations other than mine."

He kicks his clothes off, slowly stroking at his now-free length, pumping once, twice, three times as he smiles up at you. "What else, my love?"

"You can't stare every five seconds if we're talking to other people."

"Hmm, getting a little hard there, my love," he objects, reaching up to grip your hip again. "Your demands, I mean."

"And you have to accept at least one invitation."

He positions his tip directly at your entrance, swirling tauntingly before sinking you down at a slow, tender pace. He gasps with you at the familiar and missed feeling, watching you gradually lower yourself to chase the sensation, inching closer and closer to bottoming out. He shakes his head at your last requests, hands on your hips and he helps you adjust to the feeling.

"I thought...you were a- fuck- a social guy, Zuko," you joke, hands sliding up his abs and to his chest, his own hands following suit against your skin, lifting at the fabric of your dress. "A couple dinners with a few colonies won't hurt. Wouldn't you say?"

"Take this off," he says firmly, squeezing the bottom hem. "Please, I wanna see you." He lets out a slow breath through his nose when you oblige, watching you slip it off carefully over your head, tossing it onto his floor to be scrambled up later. That's if you managed to sneak out like a one-night stand again, though it was unlikely Zuko was going to let that happen. His hands gripped your waist, pressing you further into him, if it were at all possible to be any closer. He watched you settle against him again, adjusting your angle as your hands ran against his muscled arms. "I like that red you've been wearing."

You rolled your eyes, unable to give him any sort of satisfaction. "More of an auburn, I think."

"You look good in the fire nation's colors, Y/N."

You pause at the sound of your name against his lips, fixing your posture with a shy smile. You lean down and hear his breath hitch, your lips resting against his temple. "I could wear it more often...at those dinners with the colonies that you're going to accept."

"You could wear them if you were part of the fire nation."

The words make you clench around him without thinking, and his hips stutter, pressing up into you in a way that makes you fall forward completely, gripping his forearms for support. You're unable to even process his words as his hips start to roll up into you, encouraging you to match his pace with your own. You push yourself up, bouncing and rolling at this angle as his hands guide you by the waist, feeling him twitch from the inside just at the sight of you here on top of him. You whine, throwing your head back as his grip tightens, the two of you meeting your motions in the middle as his dick stretches you out perfectly, as your walls wrap and fit around him just perfectly. He watches as you use him, watching your tits bounce with the rest of you as you move and chase the last high that had finally died down. His hands moved restlessly around your body, working to feel every inch of skin that he possibly could before the moment was over.

"What if you were?"

You can barely clear your head enough to hear his question, your mind struggling to find an answer. "What?" is all you can seem to come up with, legs already growing tired as Zuko starts to put in more than half of the work, and happily, too, as he thrusts up, invigorated by the steady slap of his hips against your ass in his swift and rhythmic motions.

"Part of- holy shit- if you were part of...the fire nation. Fuck- please baby, keep going, keep going, you've got it." He nods with you as you help meet his pacing, nails digging into his shoulders and chest to prop you. "Yes, baby, you've got it. You're doing so good, huh? S'good. Making it up to me perfectly. Such a good girl---"

"What do you mean- nngh- be a part of the fire nation?"

He laughs at your struggling words and breath, holding your hips down against him as he jerks himself up, watching your mouth fall open to moan against your arm. "You can...be with me. By my side, here. None of my advisors would complain if you were making all the decisions with me."

You laugh too, briefly, before you feel his pace quicken, your pussy tightening around him firmly as if to squeeze whatever he had built up this week out of him. "Me? A royal advisor?" You roll your eyes, leaning forward into him as he wraps his arms around you. "You- fuck- you're fucking- ffffuck- insane."

"I know, I know---just let it go, baby, let it go on me." He held you a little closer, kissing across your face as his hips faltered, still hammering into you from below. "Come with me again. Just- shit- one more, let it go for me."

You nod against his chest, grinding against him a little more before you release, clenching around him again as you lift yourself to ride it out. Your hands grip his legs behind you as his hips stutter some more, slowly spilling out ropes and ropes of cum inside of you, the pressure overfilling with your own liquids, the two pooling under you and around his dick. He's frantic in swiping it up with his thumb, sucking on your juices once again, like a man and his last meal before death. Just as you're about to lift yourself off, he holds your hips down, shushing at your silent squirming at the slight overstimulation. He thrusts just slightly into you, hips rolling lazily up against yours as he speaks.

"Not just an advisor. The advisor," he corrects breathlessly, caressing your legs to pacify your shaking thighs. "My...you could live here. With me. In the throne next to mine. The Fire Lady of the nation. My Fire Lady."

You shift above him, staring with wide eyes at his words. Still, he mindlessly grinds against you, leaving you tender and hot all over. "Can we have this conversation while you're not inside of me?"

"I thought those were the best circumstances."

"Mhm, I'm sure you did." You lift yourself off of him carefully, pouting briefly at the feeling before he lays you down beside him, turning the two of you over to face the other. He rests his hand in your hair, thumb running across your cheek and jaw while you're both still trying to catch your breath a little. You can see it in his eyes, he wants to go again, but there's a much more pressing matter than his dick that's still touching your thighs. "My lord. You...do know that I'm an earthbender...right?"

He nods carefully, thoughtfully as he draws himself closer. "We could use someone like you. Someone strong. Serious. Good head on your shoulders. Someone who knows how to focus...unlike me, clearly. Someone who lead."

"What makes you think I can lead a nation? I'm not even leading the Earth Kingdom."

"You and your sister can literally move mountains," he protests. "I think you can be anything." He kisses you softly, lips traveling across the rest of your face as some consolation for the hard-hitting question he's shot you with. "I think...we work well. When we're working together---when we let ourselves be together. And I know you'd never let me leave the nation to be in the Earth Kingdom with you, so...I though maybe...you could come to me. And live here all year, not just in the summer. And help me decline dinner invitations, and make decisions for our education system, and make deals with colonies. All the boring responsibilities, but...it would be with you, that's all I want. You, absolutely you."

You turn to lie on your back, staring up at the ceiling in thought.

You? A lady? Of the Fire Nation?

His lips press against your neck gingerly, humming against your skin. "You have all summer to think about it. And every summer after that. I've never minded waiting." He kisses up your jaw and to your lips, pulling you closer. "Not when it's you. My lady."

guys. my hiatus has a good excuse i SWEAR. i'm only a humble college student, but this is what i have. will DEFINITELY make a part four within the next week after i get over this cold :/

as always, let me know if u guys want more of this, and always feel free to leave suggestions for more stuff!

love, your pretty princess!