Avatar The Last Airbender Fan Fiction ❯ The Dark Spirit ❯ Married...... In Love..... Afraid. ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Their wedding was soon after. Amaya wore floor length gown of red and maroon silk. She wore a beautiful headpiece that resembled flames. She felt so strange. She had never even wore the simplest dress and she didn’t like it. She felt uncomfortable. Zuko wore formal robes, his usual flame headpiece placed in his hair. They looked into one another’s eyes and kissed as the ceremony ended. They broke this and received hugs from many of Zuko’s relatives and friends, but none of Amaya’s family was there. During the feast afterward, Zuko and Amaya sat beside each other at the head of the table. They were approached by a group of young teens. Zuko looked up and smiled at his old friends. Amaya looked up to see the kids she had met in Ba Sing Se a few months before and the girl that had hired her to kill a retired Fire Nation general several months before. She smiled warmly as she realized that they were friends of Zuko. “Hello,” she said in greeting. Zuko introduced each of them to her. “Please have a seat,” Zuko said, motioning to four chairs beside them. They all sat together, Katara and Amaya conversed, while Toph and the boys talked. Zuko turned and saw Amaya and Katara talking as if they knew one another. “You two seem to have met,” Zuko said. Amaya and Katara nodded. “The job she gave is what got me into prison,” Amaya said. “You were imprisoned because of my want for revenge?” Katara asked. “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t be sorry Katara,” Amaya said. “Had I not been in prison I might not have ever met Zuko.” She kissed Zuko lightly then blushed, remembering the royal court was there too, as well as their friends. Zuko kissed back and turned to Katara. “Who did you have her kill?” he asked. Katara looked down. “Remember that Southern Raiders general?” Katara asked. Zuko nodded. “I kinda had Amaya kill him,” Katara finished. Zuko looked thoughtfully. “I thought we decided violence wasn’t the answer,” he said after a pause. “Well,” Katara said. “I decided that I couldn’t kill him, but I figured another would be able to do it.” Zuko looked thoughtfully at the sky, once more. The sun was setting and many were leaving. Zuko invited their friends to stay the night in the palace. The group accepted the invitation.

Zuko had Amaya’s possessions to his chamber. Amaya went to the private bathing area that was joined to Zuko’s and now also her room and changed into sleeping clothes. She came out and sat down beside Zuko on the king sized canopy bed, glad to be out of those formal clothes. Zuko looked her up and down. She wore a thin silk sleeping shirt and thin sleeping pants, both dark blood reds. In the moonlight shining through the window the garments were slightly translucent, revealing Amaya’s slim, but strong build. Amaya blushed when she realized that Zuko was staring at her. “Why are you blushing?” Zuko asked, with a smile. “We’re married.” He smiled at the girl’s modesty and found rather ironic. Here was a ruthless killer blushing because her husband can see through her clothing. Zuko smiled seductively at her and she blushed even darker. “I don’t know,” Amaya said. “I don’t know if I’m ready yet.” Zuko nodded. He understood and took her in his arms, laying down on the bed, covered by the silk bedding. Zuko soon sleepy soundly, but Amaya had no such luck. What Zuko had asked her to do with him had triggered a strange feeling, the feeling of remembrance. She recalled why her father was always so mean to her mother. Her father was angry with her mother because her mother only wanted one child, but her father wanted to get pleasure from her. That’s why her father killed her mother, because she refused him. He had said that her mother was a bad wife in refusing him. Fear began to stir in the pit of her stomach. What if she refused Zuko again and he did what her father did? She fell into a shallow sleep, those fears racing through her mind the whole time.……


Zuko awoke to the sound of Amaya’s cries. She was having a nightmare. Zuko held her closer and stroked her long raven hair. “Amaya, my love, wake up,” he whispered to her. She continued crying. “Amaya,” he said louder. Amaya’s eyes fluttered open and she was drenched in a cold sweat. She looked into his eyes with fear. “Amaya, dear, what is wrong?” Zuko asked tenderly, continuing to stroke her hair. All she would say is, “I’m sorry.” She repeated that phrase over and over to him. “What are you sorry for, Love?” Zuko asked. “You have not wronged me…… Have you?” Amaya nodded, but would not say what she had done, only that she had been a bad wife to him. He kept telling her she was a very good wife, but she would not listen.

The memories of her father kept playing through Amaya’s mind, blocking out the comfort her husband kept offering to her. She could do nothing but cry. She felt Zuko hugs her tighter and tell her it was alright. She buried her face in his silk clad chest and cried. Zuko sat there comfortingher for about an hour, before she finally slept once more.

Zuko tried to sleep, but this time it was his mind that was filled with thought and confusion. What had caused Amaya to think she’s a bad wife? What was wrong? How could he help her? He wanted so desperately for her to be happy.


The next night Amaya smiled at Zuko and kissed him passionately.*Tonight,* she thought. *I will be a good wife.* Zuko kissed back, pushing his tongue into her mouth intermingling his with hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Zuko broke the kiss and took Amaya’s shirt in his hands, lifting it over her head and tossing it aside. He held her to his bare chest, pressing her breasts against him. He kissed her once more and reached for her sleep pants, removing them as well, doing the same with his own. He laid Amaya’s now cloth less form on the bed kissed her. He kissed down her neck and to her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. He kissed down to her belly button. He moved and thrust two fingers into her cavern and began rubbing her clit with his thumb. She moaned from the pleasure. He rubbed her inside as well, making her so wet.
Zuko pulled his fingers from her and she whimpered in disappointment. His touch was driving her mad. She wanted, no needed, him deep inside her. He spread her leg and slid into her. He was big. She gritted her teeth to keep from screaming. She had never had someone inside her like that, especially not someone this big.
Zuko smiled. She was tight, very tight. He saw the pain in her eyes and realized that she was a virgin. He realized it hurt. She tried to sit up, likely hoping the pain would stop, only to find that the pain intensified with every move she made. Zuko pushed her back and pinned her down. “Don’t move,” he whispered. “It will only hurt more.” She nodded, having figured that out through experience moments earlier. He gave her time to adjust to his presence in her, then at her nod he began to move inside her, slowly as he got into a rhythm. Amaya screamed his name as she was pushed over the edge over and over. She screamed louder as he shot his seed into her. He pulled out of her and flipped over, so that her panting form was on top of his. She smiled, as she caught her breath. “Wow,” was all she could say. Zuko smiled and held her form wrapped in his arms as she fell asleep, exhausted. He fell asleep soon after….