Katara looked up at her bound hands. She fidgeted as she vainly tried to loosen the knots, but like always, her captor was skilled in the art of knot tying. “Don’t think you’ll get out,” a husky voice whispered on the back of her neck, coating the small hairs on the back of her neck with moisture. “You can’t bend, and your defenseless without your waterbending,” the man growled. Katara stiffened.
“Don’t you even try to kiss me otherwise you’ll get a bloody lip!” she warned, her blue eyes narrowing.
A light chuckle escaped from him. “Such fire, such passion…if I didn’t know better I’d mistake you for a blue eyed firebender,” pale hands appeared on her waist. “Now, why don’t you be a good little fish and let me have my way with you?” he whispered in her ear.
“Forget it,” she growled, struggling against her bonds.
“I’ll let you go, little fish, as soon as you give me what I want,” he purred.
“You can’t have my honor!” she struggled again as the man came around to face her. She glared hatefully into his golden eyes; the dim lighting of the room darkened the scar that marred a third of his face on the left side. He had a vest on, and a pair of pants, his long hair was tied in a hasty half-ponytail to keep it out of his face. He was scowling, but Katara wasn’t afraid. Sure, this man may be the Fire Lord of the Fire Nation, and the most powerful firebender in the country, but that still didn’t mean he could get away with what he wanted.
“Are you sure you want to deny your lord his pleasure, little fish?” he whispered huskily, his moist breath coating her face. She turned her head away.
“You aren’t my lord!” she growled, trying to keep her eyes away from him as he undid the knots on his vest, keeping it close. He made quick work of the knots and let the vest hang open, exposing his well tone and muscular torso. Katara looked at him out of the corner of her eye. The Fire Lord smirked.
“You like what you see, huh?” he closed the gape between them.
“No, I hate it,” the venom that was suppose to be in her voice wasn’t there, instead, heated lust replaced it; at this the Fire Lord’s smirk broadened.
“Liar,” he hissed as his hands found her sash. His lips dove at the skin of her neck and proceeded to kiss and suck on her neck. Katara moaned softly, trying to hate the man that did it.
Suddenly: “Haha, Zuko, that tickles,” Katara giggled, trying to worm out of his reach, a wave of cool air fluttered over her stomach as he tossed the sash over his shoulder. He marveled at his prize. She smirked up at him and jiggled her breasts before him. “You like?” she cooed.
“Mmhmm,” he nodded, licking his lips. He attacked the exposed skin above her breasts with heated kisses. Katara moaned softly and rubbed her cheek against his hair; both unaware of the door being open or the fact that one of their three-year-old daughters were staring at her parents with wide round blue eyes.
Katara squeaked as Zuko nipped the side of her stomach. Katara laughed. “Zuko, I think your getting a little rough! Haha, Zuko! Untie me! Zuko…oh, shit!”
Zuko’s head shot up, knocking her nose. “What? What?” he asked frantically. “I didn’t burn you did I?” Zuko asked. Katara shook her head. “Am I going to fast? I’ll slow down? Katara?” Zuko asked.
“Zuko, if I had my hands I’ll turn your head around,” Katara growled. Zuko turned around quickly, whipping Katara’s face with the tips of his hair. He froze when he saw his daughter, staring with those identical big blue eyes. Zuko gulped and tried to shield Katara from view.
“Papa,” Aatari whispered. “What were you doing?” Aatari asked softly. Zuko wished he could just crawl under a rock and hide in shame.
“Nothing sweetie!” Zuko gave the biggest cheesiest grin he could muster. “Your mama and I were just playing a game,” Zuko said. Katara froze some of her spit into a small ice ball before spitting it at her husband’s back. “Ow,” Zuko rubbed the abused spot on his back. “Katara what was that for?”
“Don’t tell her it’s a game!” she hissed. Zuko sighed.
“Well?” Aatari took a step closer to her parents.
“We’re doing nothing sweetheart,” Zuko said. “Why are you out of bed at this hour anyways?” Zuko asked, mentally kicking himself for not locking the door.
“I heard noises,” Aatari looked at her feet, her turtle-duck plushy in her hands. “I thought Auntie Azula’s monsters were attacking you and Mama…so…” the little girl shrugged.
“I told you we should’ve skipped the mock battle!” Katara hissed.
“Quiet!” Zuko growled. “Aatari,” Zuko walked up to his daughter and pulled her into his chest. “You Auntie Azula is miles away, and she doesn’t have any monsters. So,” he kissed her forehead. “Pumpkin, why don’t you run along off to bed?” Zuko asked.
“But…you still haven’t answered my question,” Aatari mumbled. Zuko’s smile turned into a frown.
“Yes, I have.”
“No,” she shook her head. “What were you doing to Mama?” she flicked her big blue eyes up at him. Zuko’s blood ran cold.
“Nothing! You better get going, Aatari, its way past your bedtime, chop-chop! Go on, scoot!” Zuko shouted rapidly, shoving his shocked daughter out of the room, and slamming the door shut behind her. Aatari jumped a little bit, before she turned around and tapped on the door. Zuko poked his head out. “What?” he asked, a bit annoyed.
“Kissy?” she said.
“Fine,” Zuko knelt down and allowed his daughter to peck his cheek.
“Night Papa,” she whispered, amazed at what she saw and determined to question her great uncle about what her parents were doing.

Zuko scowled at the door. “Stupid door,” he muttered, and walked towards his bed.
“A little help here sweetie!” Katara groaned. Zuko sighed and untied her hands and feet, before crawling into bed. Katara followed him and rested her chest on his shoulder. “What’s wrong mopey-face?” she cooed, rubbing his side.
“I hate kids,” he muttered bitterly.
“I know you don’t,” she kissed his cheek. “Besides, we can always do it again,” she whispered.
“No,” he growled.
“That’s not the Zuko I know,” she teased.
“I may have potentially ruined our daughter’s innocent mind!” Zuko shouted. Katara rolled her eyes.
“I told you before we even started this, to lock the door! But did you listen no! ‘The kids are asleep!’ you say, ‘lock the door’ I say; ‘there is no need to lock the bloody door!’ you say, ‘lock it anyways Zuko!’ I say…but did you. No!” Katara poked him.
“Okay, okay, okay.” Zuko growled, rolling over. “I get your point, and will you stop poking me?” he snarled.
“Nope,” she pulled him onto his back and promptly straddled his waist, sliding a bit downwards. “Now, lets finished what we started, hmm?” she purred as she pushed his vest open and began to kiss his abs. Zuko closed his eyes and let out a low guttural groan.
“Agni, Katara, you really aren’t so innocent,” he sighed as his body began to react to his wife’s treatment.
Katara smirked. “No,” she kissed his bellybutton. “I lost my innocence a long time ago.”