Porn dump - Punishment

[yukinoomoni]

I've decided that this fic is way too smutty for ff.net, and would probably result in me being banned (or maybe I'm too paranoid and am taking too much stock in their abilities to censor?). Either way, I'm posting it here instead of even trying to post it there. So, uh, yeah. It's really, really porny. You were warned. NO BITCHING.

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters: Mai/Zuko
Warnings: Very detailed and explicit adult content, so uh, yeah, ship warnings and such. Eheh.


Writer's Note: I was going make Plot-what-plot Maiko smut, but then I wanted to write something with a little substance instead. So, let's throw this in right during the finale, right after Mai and Zuko hug and the camera pans out slowly on their nice and warm hug, then cuts to a new scene. It's tucked right in that little split-second. In my opinion, Mai is a very loving and caring person, but she gets pissed when she's screwed over. And Zuko screwed her over, intentional or not. What better way to get her revenge than with sex?

Warning: Occurs during the finale and contains spoilers. Also contains adult content and should be read with discretion.

Punishment

The hug lacked the usual sense of unspoken sadness and worry that had filled the air the last time they had shared an embrace. It felt complete, comforting, and very, very warm.

But for Mai, while mentally she knew it should have been enough, her heart was still hurt. Usually, when her heart still hurt, she soothed herself physically, usually with exercise or sparring. But as her smile faded and her eyes opened slowly, her cheek still pressed against Zuko's shoulder, the smell of his skin a heavy scent in her nose, she found that there were other ways, as well.

"Zuko?" she murmured.

"Mm?" His voice sounded content and lethargic, like he could just fall asleep right there standing up.

"Are you hurting at all?"

"No, the medicine that Katara gave me eases the pain. It's only when I move too fast that it tugs and hurts."

Slowly, Mai pulled away, her fingers sliding forward from his back to his chest. She slid her hands beneath his robe, touching skin that was always so warm and smooth. When her fingers met bandage, instead of pulling away, she continued. Zuko shifted, but didn't wince or pull away. She looked up, and saw that his eyes were on her, watching her closely in bemusement.

"Does that hurt?" she wondered, her fingertips trailing over the spot that she knew the wound was.

Zuko shook his head. "No."

She nodded, sliding her hands back upwards and out from beneath his robes. She trailed them downwards again, feeling the smooth silk of the thin robe as well as being able to feel the definition of his muscles beneath. Her eyes were fixed on his mouth, unable to tear her eyes away. She could feel her heart beating dully, a mix of her own pain and need coursing through her.

"Mai," he leaned down, meeting her eyes with his. They shone bright in the sunlight of the day. "Are you alright?"

"No," she said honestly, without thinking. Her fingers trailed lower, lingering over his hips, her fingers tracing the sharp angles.

"What's wrong?"

Her eyes narrowed, swallowing hard. She held onto his hips harder, digging her nails in a little, and his breath caught. She knew his body so well. She knew what made him gasp, what turned him on, what made him wince, and what he hated. She didn't want to do what he hated. She wanted to give him what he wanted...or at least make him think he was getting what he wanted, only to deny him in the end.

His hands held onto her forearms, feeling warmer than usual already. His eyes were confused, clearly battling a mixture of feelings. She had said she wasn't fine, and yet here she was pushing a button to get him aroused. If it had been her, she would have been confused, too. She moved closer, pressing her body against his, her hands sliding from his hips downwards, gripping onto his backside hard. Zuko pushed closer to her without control, uttering a muffled sound like he was trying to keep it in, but he didn't move to pull away, and neither did she.

Soon, she felt his lips on her ear, his breath hot and his tongue hotter. She shut her eyes, tilting her head to the side, and his tongue slipped down to the curve of her neck. She shivered, gripping harder onto his ass, and his breath hitched again, nipping on the soft skin of her neck in response. She pushed her hips against his, and already she could feel that he was hard. A bite of lust coupled with the need for some kind of revenge stabbed into her belly, and she felt the heat between her legs spike at her thoughts of what she planned for him.

"Mai," he whispered against her neck, his hands grabbing onto her hips hard. He pushed up against her again, and she let him, pushing down on him so that the friction against him was harder. He uttered another sound, shuddering against her body, and she smiled; it was catlike and hungry.

"Zuko," she whispered back into his ear, grazing her teeth along his earlobe. "Do you want me?"

"Yes," he answered without any hesitation, his voice strained.

"How much?"

"So much. I missed you so much, Mai."

The softness in his voice almost stopped her, especially when his words were coupled with a gentle kiss on the top of her head and a sharp inhalation. But all she had to remember was the look in his eyes when he locked her in that prison cell - that steely, determined shine in his already wavering eyes - and her heart hardened once more.

"You missed me, Zuko?"

"Yes."

"Me, personally."

Zuko raised his head, blinking. "Yes, of course."

Mai smiled thinly, digging her fingers into his ass again, and he shut his halfway. "Are you sure about that?"

He swallowed, making a sound like a hiccup. He was so hard now, she could feel it completely. "Because it feels more like you missed me in only one way."

His eyes snapped open, and he jerked back, the wounded look almost too much to bear. "What?"

Perfect, she thought. One hand flashed out, her fingers letting loose six knives towards him. He winced before they hit, their speed so great that he slammed into the wall behind him with a gasp. Each knife had caught a loose part of his robe; two at each arm, two at his shoulders, and two at his waist. He stared at her from his new spot, his eyes huge. "You're mad?" he demanded. "How can you be mad?"

Mai said nothing. She merely walked over to him and reached into her sleeves, pulling out another six. "Why would you kiss me like that, hug me like that, if you were still mad?" he went on, not even flinching as she stuck the knives all around him, keeping him as immobile as possible. "Mai, answer me!"

She looked up, stabbing the final knife into the space between his shoulder and neck, her eyes on his. "Because I felt happy to see you. But you still need to pay for what you did, Zuko."

She reached forward, her fingertips tracing his hips again. The other hand went to his hair, pushing it out of his eyes almost tenderly. Zuko closed his eyes from both gestures, sighing deeply. When he opened his eyes again, they were dark. "And how do you plan to make me pay?" he wondered, his voice already low.

Instead of answering, she leaned in and kissed him hard, her tongue snaking out and tracing his lips until they parted. Wet met wet, and she pushed herself closer, her fingers skidding from his hip to between his legs, tracing feather-light over his still-hard cock. He groaned against her kiss, trying to thrust up against her hand but finding himself pinned too good to the wall to get it right. She nipped as his tongue, and his fingers twitched, his breath suddenly going hot.

She pulled away, her heart racing but making sure none of her reaction showed. His eyes stayed closed as he sought to catch his breath. She reached out and gripped onto the outline of his cock through his pants hard, and he gasped, throwing his head back a bit against the wall, his hands clenching into fists.

She smiled, tracing her fingers along the shape of him closely, wanting to memorise every detail with touch. She kept her eyes on his face, watching his cheeks redden and his eyes glaze over with need. She licked her lips slowly, and he shivered, biting down hard on his bottom lip. Her other hand went to his face, tracing his warm cheeks, over his nose, along his jawline, until finally reaching his lips. His tongue snaked out and licked over her fingertips before his lips closed over two of her fingers, sucking down hard and uttering a faint growl low in his throat. One look into his eyes told her what he wanted, but she pretended she didn't understand, pulling her fingers away and wiping them dry on her pantsleg.

Zuko opened his mouth to protest, only to trail off when her hand went back to the sash around his waist, starting to untie it and pull it free slowly. Clearly he thought she was going to comply, especially when her fingers touched bare skin and he closed his eyes and made a sound that could only be described as a purr.

She kept her eyes on his as she slid his pants down around his thighs, unhooking them from her knives as she went. His skin already felt so warm, his breaths coming out quickly, and when she pulled his pants free of his hips, his cock was already up and ready for her, already so hard that she couldn't help but lick her lips, too.

He saw that and moaned softly, his eyes fixed on her lips, pushing his hips up a little towards her hands. She pulled her hands away from his pants, standing a few inches away from him, hovering close enough so that her clothes brushed the head of his cock lightly but no part of her touched. He tried to push back towards her, but she merely leaned away, pushing her face close to his and staring deep into his eyes.

"Mai," he whispered, "I want you. I need you...I..."

She leaned closer, flicking the tip of her tongue against his lips briefly. He opened his mouth, his tongue seeking hers, but she jerked back again, and he groaned in frustration.

It said something, really, the way he was letting her do this to him. He was half-naked, pinned up by her own knives, exposed at the front. Zuko had been her only lover her whole life, and during those fleeting times, Mai had toyed with idea of using her knives on him but had never been able to go through with it. But now, watching him, she realised that it wasn't just about getting even, although it was a big part of it. But letting her do this to him, he was showing her how much he trusted her.

It softened her resolve, but only a little.

"You what, Zuko?" she answered, her voice thick. She stepped closer, now mere millimetres away from him, and he strained against the knives, heat practically coming up from his body in waves.

"Mai…"

His voice was so soft, and when she looked up at him she saw that his teeth were clenched hard. In that moment, she knew that he was fighting an internal battle within himself, and she felt a little sorry for him; he wanted her, but he also knew that she was hurting, so he was trying to get control. But she wasn't making it easy for him.

She leaned in close, pressing up against him again, and he sighed out in relief, pushing his hips up against her and burying his face into her neck once more. His tongue was hot and slippery against her skin, and when she reached down and took hold of his hips, his teeth soon grazed her skin. His breath was hot and fast, and when she reached up with one hand to grab a hold of his hair, he shifted again, rubbing himself hard against her.

With her other hand, she pulled her fingers from his hip and coiled them around his cock, squeezing firmly and holding tight. Zuko's groan was loud, and he thrust up against her hand hard. He pulled his head up and leaned in to kiss her lips, but she pumped her hand over his length several times and his eyes shut, another groan escaping his lips.

She flicked her fingers over him, relishing in how smooth the skin was and how hard he felt. She pulled the foreskin back a little, running one finger over the slit of the head gently before pumping her wrist up again, squeezing a little hard as she did so. This was something she learned with him, too, and she found that it was something that drove him nuts.

His face was buried into her neck again, her name a breathless plea against her skin. He strained against the knives that held him against the wall, and she knew that if it had been anyone else, he would have found a way to break free - she wasn't that strong when it came to pinning someone. The fact that he stayed in place while desperately wanting to do otherwise was also saying something.

He groaned out her name, and she leaned closer. He thrust his hips against her hand, and she moved it faster. She kept him on the edge, listening to his voice and feeling the way his body moved, knowing that she was driving him closer and closer to coming. When she felt him getting slick with precum, she pulled her hand back slowly. He groaned in frustration, grinding his hips towards hers, his fingertips sparking. "Mai," he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

She smiled. She licked her lips. She felt herself shiver. She felt another spike of heat.

Mai pulled away several feet, causing another moan from him. His eyes snapped open and watched her, and she decided not to disappoint. Slowly, she undressed, removing ever piece of clothing with painstakingly detailed and drawn-out moves. Zuko watched, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open, even so once and a while licking his lips and straining against the knives.

Once she was done, she stood naked before him, the bright sunlight of the day dancing off of her pale skin and holsters of shuriken, stilettos, and knives that were still fastened to her body. She smiled slowly, narrowing her eyes at him, and he stared at her, looking hungry and thirsty and desperate.

Are you as desperate as I was when I was alone in prison? Are you yearning for the touch of a loved-one to ease the strain and pain you feel?

In one fluid move, Mai returned in front of him and knelt down, taking hold of his cock once more in one hand. She leaned in and flicked her tongue over the head, sliding the foreskin back as she did so. Zuko let out a drawn-out growl, his hips bucking towards her, but she jerked back at the last moment, holding her hand right at the base of his cock and looking up at him to smirk.

"Ah…" he whispered. "More…please…"

Mai shrugged one shoulder. "Maybe," she replied offhandedly. She started on his cock again with her hand, going in slow strokes. He moved with her, hissing out something incoherent. When she felt him relaxing into the rhythm of her grip, she darted in again and took him into her mouth, sliding her tongue over the hard length of him before closing her lips over the head, sucking down just a bit, before jerking back again.

This time he shouted, the sound ending in a desperate whine, and she heard the knives strain even harder. Wordlessly, she let go of him and slid down his pants all the way, pushing them to the side. Then, she stood up and pulled the knives out from his robe one-by-one, her fingers brushing over bare skin as she did so. Zuko's fingers twitched, his eyes glazed over and his mouth open slightly, and when she had his arms free he reached for her, his hands going to her hips and digging in, his mouth hot and wet and on hers so fast she could barely breathe. His hands burned, but not enough to leave marks, and again she felt a spike of lust shoot through her. She reached up and pulled on his robe, the one she had so painstakingly made a point of putting on him, and he didn't even break the kiss as he tore it off.

Bare skin made contact with bare skin, hot and warm and slick with sweat and need. Mai kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth and taking more and more, while Zuko tried to backpedal her towards the enormous canopy bed in the corner of the apartments. Mai dug her heels into the floor, however, halting him from succeeding in his attempts, and although her body screamed at her in protest, her mind and heart took over abruptly, and she pulled out of the kiss, her hands on his shoulders with her nails digging in.

Zuko was panting, his eyes wide and bright, his hands gripping hard. His cock was hard between them, and indeed the very feel of it had Mai feeling wetter and wetter, but her resolve - although weakened - was still strong.

"Mai…please…" he murmured against her lips, leaning in for another kiss. She indulged, but mostly for herself. She reached down between them and cupped his cock again, and he leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers, exhaling sharply and shutting his eyes. One of his hands sllipped down from her hip and started between her legs, but with her other hand she slapped it away, glaring at him. His eyes snapped open in surprise, his fingers halting, and she sniffed. "No touching until I tell you," she explained.

"That's not fair," he protested, but she tightened her grip on him and he gasped, shutting his eyes tight. She leaned in and whispered into his ear, "For who? Me, or you?"

He groaned in reply, his fingers going back to her hips and digging in, his hips finding a pace with her hand. She licked her lips, dipping down and biting on his neck, and he groaned again, twitching in her grasp. "Me," he gasped out, throwing his head back. "Oh, Agni, me. Definitely me."

She pushed him backwards and he easily complied, practically boneless in her arms. Her eyes were fixed behind him, glued to the simple red and gold ornate couch that sat just out of view from one of the tall windows. Desipte the fact that most people - if anyone was in fact watching - would have seen them by now, she still preferred some privacy none the less.

Zuko's hands tightened on her hips and he made a move to grab hold of her, but she once again jerked back, letting go of his cock just as quickly. He winced, and she chided him with, "You're not in charge, here."

"I'm going to be the Firelord," he gasped out, reaching for her again, and she scooted away, towards the couch. "Doesn't that mean anything?"

"Yes," she replied, grinning widely. "It means that to everyone else you are lord, but when it comes to here, I am the true lord over you." Zuko watched her walk away, his eyes glassy and hungry, and she had to clamp down on a laugh. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs casually, holding her hands at her sides. She tilted her head, almost curiously. "Are you coming or what?" she wondered.

Zuko was instantly there, being so bold as to sit beside her and sliding his arms around her, pulling her into a kiss. She let him, kissing him hard, her hand gripping onto his cock once more. He gasped against her lips, muttering, "I would come if you let me."

She snorted, her grip tightening, and he tightened his arms around her, pulling her up close to him and kissing her harder. She still sat as he knelt beside her, and her other hand went into his hair, tugging a little. He pulled out of the kiss to whisper, "Let me touch you."

"No," she answered, her eyes narrowed. "You haven't earned it. Sit down."

Slowly, hesitantly, he pulled away, sitting down onto the couch and watching her. She pulled her hand away and got to her feet, then in one fluid move straddled him, holding the back of the couch for support. His arms went around her again, his lips leaning down and closing over a nipple. She started to pull away, but his tongue, so wet and hot, flicked over the already sensitised nub, and she breathed out softly, closing her eyes in pleasure.

She reached back with one hand, grabbing a hold of him once more, and he jerked a little in anticipation, his breath getting hotter against her skin. Slowly, she leaned down, gripping him hard as she did so, and ever so slowly she guided him towards her centre, the head of his cock brushing over already wet folds.

Both of them shut their eyes, although Zuko uttered a sound akin to a sob and threw his head back. She smiled, opening one eye, keeping him held in place but not moving an inch down or up. His hips jerked urgently, but instead of moving towards them, she moved away, so that no change in the placement occurred.

He uttered more curses, both a mix of Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom, his fingers desperate and digging into her back hard. "Mai, please, please!"

She smiled wider, closing her eyes. There was something wonderful about hearing her name spoken in such a breathless and helpless manner, in complete and desperate abandon. Especially so, since it came from Zuko.

In a quick move, she lunged down, plunging him deep within her. He buried his face into her chest again and keened, his fingertips going hot against her skin. She hissed, relishing in the feel of him inside of her, savouring the hardness of his cock and how he seemed made for her body. He moved his hands down to her hips, holding on tight, but quite suddenly she jerked away, using the couch's back as leverage and pulling herself up so quickly that he slid out of her. He shouted, his eyes snapping open, bucking to correct this sudden obstacle, but she merely chuckled and hld him in place wit her other hand, her eyes open a slit and staring into his.

He groaned, his eyes rolling up into his head, as she started stroking him slowly. When he relaxed under her, resting his head back and seeming to relax under her administrations, she dipped her body down and took him inside of her once more, pressing herself hard against him and pulling her hand away, her arms encircling him around his neck to hold him in place. This time, he practically howled her name, but she merely nuzzled his cheek, a sly smile on her lips. He struggled against her, trying to thrust into her in some way, but she held him in place, digging her feet into the couch and sinking her nails into his back, her thighs clenched around his hips.

She held him as her prisoner for several long moments, listening to him gasp and try to gather his wits, feeling him twitch and jerk deep within herself. She shut her eyes, her smile fading just a bit, a melancholy part of her wondering if he even thought about her while she was wasting away in prison.

The thoughts sent a spike of white-hot fury deep within her, and her eyes snapped open. She leaned back, grabbing onto the back of the couch once more, her eyes on his. Zuko stared at her, his eyes so bright, and to her surprise she saw a deep tenderness there, a glowing kind of ember that only lit when she was there. The fact that it hadn't died touched her, and she realised that perhaps she had been wrong, and that he had cared...

Mai stared at him, relishing in this one pocket of time, before she gripped hard and started to move. Zuko's hands went to her face, cupping her cheeks, and his eyes met hers. This time she didn't jerk away, nor did she tease him. She was serious this time, biting her lip against the peals of building pleasure that her moves sent through her body. She listened to his cries, felt every single movement of his body - from the fingers on her cheeks to the urgent thrusting of his hips - and she shut her eyes, already feeling so close...

"Mai," Zuko whispered, pulling her face towards his. She didn't reply - couldn't - and instead just gripped harder, moved faster, practically gyrating against him. You feel so good, Zuko...you always have...how do you do this to me...?

He whispered her name again against her lips, and she kissed him, eager to shut him up, already feeling her control slipping. "Open your eyes," he then said. "I want you to look at me when you come."

"No," she grated out, pulling her head away. She never looked at him, never. It was just too intimate and too overwhelming, having to admit that someone was with her when she came, that someone was privy to what she considered the most private aspect of her. Why was he asking that of her? He knew better.

"Please, Mai..." He pulled her face back, trying to slow her down. "I missed you so much...you have no idea...Please, look at me, share with me..."

She almost froze, and indeed she slowed, for the sound of his voice was so soft and hurt that she had to. Slowly, she opened her eyes, meeting his hesitantly, and he smiled, a warm and happy smile, so bare and vulnerable. She stared, unable to tear away, even when he thrust up and brought her to a faster pace. She was close, so close, almost there...but she didn't close her eyes, not all the way. She looked at him.

When she came, she gasped quietly, her eyes shutting without her control. She leaned back, pulling away from him and throwing her head back, barely uttering a word. Zuko reached for her, pulling her close and holding himself still as she rode it out, one hand on her head, the other on the small of her back. He whispered her name, and it made her shiver against him, her mind fogged over and feeling nothing but how good she felt.

For a while, neither moved too much. Zuko moved only to give her soft kisses on her face and neck, and Mai moved only to brush the hair from her eyes. When she regained her breath, she leaned back from him, grabbed hold of the couch, and made a gesture to move.

He stopped her. "Wait," he said softly. "I want to...can we...I just..." he winced, blushing. "Sorry, talking is a little distracting right now."

Mai smiled, taking pity on him. "Bed?"

He nodded, looking relieved. "Bed."

She nodded back and pulled away slowly, unable to suppress a smile when he gasped a little from the loss. He stood up awkwardly, then held out a hand o her. She took it, getting to her feet.

It was strange, she though, being in these apartments. It was standard for the Firelord to use them, and indeed she had always thought they would be rather extravagant, given how his apartments were while he was prince, but never had she seen anything so large and elaborate meant for only one person. It made her feel tiny.

The sheets were new and clean, she saw, feeling how crisp and unused they were beneath her bare skin. Zuko lay down first, on his back, and she moved to crawl back on top of him, her eyes already on his. He stopped her again, and now she was both confused and a little annoyed.

But he explained, holding her close to him so that no gap appeared between their bodies. "You mean the world to me," he whispered, his eyes shut. "Even if I wasn't going to be Firelord, I would still come back to you."

The retort came out before she had control. "Like you did while I was in prison?" she snapped, her mouth a hard line.

He stared, his eyes wide. "What?"

"You could have looked for me, you know. You had the freedom. Instead, you forgot I existed, until I showed up again." She kept herself close to him, but held her body rigid, like ice in his arms. Her voice was soft but rich with fury.

He pulled away so fast that she ended up on her back. She scowled, but he leaned over her, his eyes narrowed and his face irritated. "That's a lie," he snapped. "Not only did I not have the freedom - I would have been arrested on the spot - but I didn't know you were in prison until I got back from fighting Azula."

Mai glared at him, wishing she could punch him - but that didn't seem fair, given the state they were both in. "Whatever," she snapped. "Like I can buy that."

Zuko winced, looking away and biting his lip, his eyes shut. "I get it, you don't believe me, and okay, I guess I deserve that. But it's true. I had to spend a few days in the infirmary, but the whole time I was sending people out to find you. It was only today that they let me out, and I was on my way to find you when you showed up."

Mai opened her mouth, about to retort how convenient that was, until she paused, thinking about it. His hair was down, and he had been wearing plain clothes. He probably only had the robe, since most of his clothing was bound to still be in his old apartments. And he had been alone, which meant that he intended to either go undercover or make sure that no one would notice him gone.

It was true.

"Oh," she found herself saying, her eyes wide. She clenched her fists at her sides, feeling the blood rush to her face in embarrassment, which in turn annoyed her.

Zuko stared at her. "Why would you even want to have sex with me if you thought I would abandon you?"

Mai looked away. "To get even. I was going to leave after I got what I wanted."

He was silent, so she turned to look back at him. His face was hurt, his eyes closed. "Honestly, I would have deserved it," he whispered.

She reached up and smacked him out of reflex. He yelped, sitting up and putting a hand to his head. "Don't start that crap with me," she answered flatly, sitting up herself and glaring into his eyes. "It's true, but you're only saying it because you have no guts. But since that's not the case, it would hardly of been fair, right?"

Zuko pouted a little, looking dejected. Mai smiled faintly, founding that the gesture was real, and his eyes softened. "So you were gonna come and rescue me, huh?" she wondered, slowly moving towards him.

He nodded, looking embarrassed. "Uh, yeah, like a hero or something."

She pushed against him, straddling him again and holding him close, sighing when he held her in return. She buried her face into his shoulder, biting gently, and he uttered a faint squeak, making her smile. "You're too dorky to be a hero," she whispered against his skin.

He laughed softly, nuzzling her cheek with his. "Yeah, probably," he agreed.

"Or maybe you're just dorky enough," she corrected, raising her head and giving him a smile. In reply, he leaned in close and kissed her, tenderly this time, and she kissed back, her legs tightening around his hips. She didn't protest when he pushed her back against the bed, pressing himself on top of her; he wasn't that heavy, and besides, it was a weight that sent heat through her whole body. She slipped one hand between them to grab onto his cock again, but he pulled away, instead reaching down with one of his to do the same to her. She bit down on his lip in protest, then gasped when his fingers stroked her slowly, closing her eyes and shivering, already sensitive from her previous orgasm.

He smiled, pulling from the kiss to lean down and kiss her neck, all while his fingers stroked her slowly. She purred, relaxing against the bed, her fingers still reaching towards him, but he kept himself frustratingly out of reach. Instead, he reached up higher and stroked his fingertips lightly over her clit, and she murmured something incoherently, her whole body spasming in response. "I love that," he whispered against her skin, dipping his head lower to catch one of her nipples between his lips.

She reached out and dug her nails into his thigh, unable to suppress a few short cries from escaping her lips as he stroked her slowly. It was a kind of torture, one that she adored, and she moved against his hand in response, even the slightest of moves sending peals of pleasure arcing though her. She murmured his name, almost without thinking, the prospect of saying his name as she crested into another orgasm so natural.

He waited until she was calm again before pulling his lips away from her breasts, moving up to kiss her tenderly. She kissed back, feeling lazy and sleepy and content, so unlike the ball of iron she had felt like before she had begun this with him. As he moved to kneel between her legs, her hand shot out and gripped onto his cock, resulting in him choking in surprise a little. She smirked, and he smiled wryly. She pulled him down, and their bodies met.

Zuko started out slowly, holding himself up on his hands as he moved in slow strokes. She reached up and put her arms around his neck, her legs gripping hard around his hips and moving in time with his thrusts. He kept his eyes on her, their light yellow colour burning like candlelight, and she looked back, unable to tear her gaze away.

However, it didn't take long before he shut his eyes, groaning and leaning down, pressing his body against her and burying his face into her shoulder, She held him close, and he started thrusting harder and faster, his moves desperate and needy, his breath hot and delicious against her skin. She shut her eyes, smiling, crying out her pleasure occasionally from his fervent lunges within her. There was nothing sweeter than this, nothing sweeter than losing yourself in your lover's body, your mind completely unable to wander because of how amazing and wonderful it feels to be making love.

Zuko's moves, however, were far from what would be considered "making love". He was hard and fast, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth gritted, sweat beating on his forehead and his upper lip. Her fingers trailed over his bandages slowly, hoping that this wasn't hurting him too much, but then wondering if he would even notice if it did. Every few breaths he would grunt out her name, or something incoherent, or simple the word "Agni", and she listened, moved with him, and enjoyed him.

Quite suddenly, he uttered a strangled cry, the sound from deep within his throat, and he staggered against her, clutching desperately at her. She cried out, the move sending a spasm of pleasure through her, and he whimpered again, louder, thrusting only a few times before groaning out her name through clenched teeth, his whole body stiffening from the force of his orgasm. She pulled him closer, opening her eyes and meeting his gaze, watching the colour glaze over and go dark before they closed tight.

She held him as he jerked a few times from the aftershocks that rippled though him, kissing his neck and burnt ear gently and tenderly. When her lips reached the rough patch of skin beneath his left eye, he sighed, shivering against her and burrowing closer to her, as if trying to steal her body-heat.

They stayed quiet for a long time, unable to move. Mai felt warm and wet and satiated, like a lazy cat-bird stuffed on the best kind of seed mix. Zuko's heart raced against her chest at first, before he managed to catch his breath and slow it down.

She was halfway into slumber when he whispered against her neck, "Mai, I love you."

Her eyes snapped open. While some part of her had always known, never had he ever said it so plainly. It was usually cloaked deep within joking words or stealthy teasing, and she had always recipricated the same way. During her brief stay in prison, she had wondered all of that time if he had even meant it, and when her uncle managed to spring her free, she still felt that deep and unsettled resentment.

Now, it was different. Now that she knew the whole story, her resentment and biterness faded away. She leand in close to him, feeling hims body relax against hers as he, too, surrendered to sleep. She whispered into his ear, just before he vanished into sleep, "I love you, too, stupid. But don't ever. Forget about me. Again."

He smiled and nuzzled closer, and she shut her eyes. Finally, her heart was at peace.