Save Me

Chapter 8: Can't Sleep

CHAPTER 8

CAN'T SLEEP

*A/N: I'm sorry it's so short, but I couldn't wait any fucking longer. Enjoy beautiful people!*

After about an hour of trying, I couldn't sleep. The light had been dimmed in this room, with the moon shining in the briefest amount of light. How I missed the moon, and the way it felt against my skin, the way it made my heartbeat. I could feel one with tide as we laid on this boat in it's warmth. Well, Zuko's warmth since he was a firebender. I felt him shift beside me in the bed, pulling tighter against my stomach. He manage to somehow pull himself closer to my body, and I could feel his breath hitting my neck. The butterflies started to become all too much, so I slowly took his arm out from around my waist. I stood up from the bed and walked to the window.

Originally, Zuko had made me take pills to put away my bending, into a deeper part of me. However, after a while I began to discover the deeper side of my waterbending since being on them. I felt more powerful using it in such a way. According to Zuko, nobody has ever been able to get past the pills before, but I thought it could've been since I knew how to bloodbend. Either way, I stood underneath the moonlight, letting in all of it's light, allowing my skin to glow. My eyes closed as I felt sensations run throughout my body. I felt powerful, especially since tonight was a full moon. I could feel the blood running through every vein, I could move the tide, feel it shift beneath me, even while in the boat. I could sense the fish all around us, moving out of the way of the cruising ship. I started to play with the water. I formed my hands as if I was holding something, and lifted into the air. A sphere of water came from the water, swirling around as I played with it. My feet shifted into horse stance and I moved the water into our room. Performing the moves from the waterbending scroll I had once stolen from a bunch of mean pirates, I made each move precisely and thoughtful, just as Pakku had taught me. I felt the water slip between my fingers. My body moved light like a leaf, until I came to a final standing position, holding the water in my hands. I breathed in and out deeply, feeling more calm than I had been earlier.

"So beautiful." A whisper came from behind me. I quickly whipped around, preparing to attack. Only, I found a red-cheeked Zuko waiting behind me on the bed. My cheeks also darkened as I realized what he had said.

"Er, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd hear that." He scratched the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed of his words. However, I was embarrassed for even being caught in my "mode".

"No, it's okay." I looked out the window and threw the water out, well, bended it out. I didn't know what to do after being caught.

"The way you move, it's uh, it's just beautiful, I guess. How you perform your form, you move with the wind, or er, like water. It's cool." Zuko being his classic awkward self made me laugh a little, which only deepened his blush.

"Thank you, Prince Zuko." I giggled when I said that, bringing things down to a less awkward level. Except, I went into a more serious mindset. I couldn't help but think about how Zuko has been holding himself together so well lately. I couldn't get it past my mind. "Zuko, how do you keep yourself together so well?" His eyes grew solemn, and he patted the spot next to him as he sat up in the bed. I walked over and sat crisscross on his bed facing towards him.

"Honestly, I don't." I was confused, he seemed somewhat okay.

"So what's been going on?" I questioned. He seemed suddenly upset and I knew there was definitely more going on than what I could have possibly known.

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"My father, her just, as you know, is himself. And it gets to me, just about every night. I think about what life would be like, if things were different. If my father was a normal man, but righteous in his doings. Not letting people suffer for made up deeds by his word. I imagine a life where my mom stayed, where she didn't run away from me. But I can never have that. And that is what gets to me most of all. How I have a father who could give less of a fuck about me, and a mom who didn't care enough to stay to protect me from my father's cruelness. It kills me on the inside, breaks me down and cuts me up so deep. Katara, I swear I can feel my heart tearing itself apart due to grief. I don't know how much longer I can even continue to stay strong. I've learned that my anger is what I use to get away from all of that." I could feel the rage beginning to boil up in my palms, heating up my hands. Of course, anger wasn't my only way out, Katara happened to be another escape, somehow. I didn't quite understand it yet, but I felt like she was to be something so much more to me eventually. Unless my heart was just getting carried away with itself. Thinking of that cooled me down, and I was able to continue with what I was saying. I took a deep breath.

"But I can't always just get angry whenever I get down, you know? I don't like hurting people, especially the innocent. I may have once acted that way, but I only wanted to prove myself to my father and get my honor back. But I know now, honor means nothing with this man. So a lot of the times when I disappear, it's because I'm going to escape, and I blow up a few trees. It's not good, but I guess it is how I cope." My head hung low while admitting this all to Katara. I probably seemed unbelievably weak, and she would probably make fun of me for it. I'd never opened up so much to anyone and-

My thoughts were interrupted by a tight hug from Katara. She had me pushed back against the pillows, her body on top of mine. For a second, I was shocked, and then I took it all in. Her smell, the feel of body on mine, I fucking loved it.

After a few minutes of silence, Katara leaned up from on top of me and looked me directly in my eyes. She seemed worried about something, and it had me confused. Slowly, her head started to lean down towards mine again, only more towards my actual face. By instinct, my eyes closed, expecting a kiss, which I got. Katara gently pressed her lips to mine. They were still, but they were amazingly soft, just like last time. I could feel my entire body elevate with amazing feelings. My body felt like it was flying. I could imagine myself blushing if she could my face right now. Her lips began to move against mine, everything about it still felt so astonishing. As her lips moved, so did her body. Her hands were now pressed on either side of my head, and her bottom half moved upon mine in a grinding motion. I could feel myself growing hard against her, and I hoped that she wouldn't notice. I mean, who couldn't help getting an erection with a beautiful woman on top kissing you?

I wanted to take things further than what we had ever done before. Nothing like sex, but something a bit more, energetic and filling. Lightly, I started to play with her bottom lip with my tongue, teasing it. I rubbed the tip of my tongue along the edge of her lip, which she soon granted me access to. My tongue was suddenly surrounded in warmth as I joined her in her mouth. Her tongue played with mine, we battled. Things were getting heated, and I was having a hard time keeping things going slow. But my body took over. I threw Katara next to me and pinned her down, grinding back into her as she'd done me. I forced my tongue into her mouth, which she accepted happily. I felt her hands slide up my back towards my neck, where she clung to my shoulder-length locks of hair. Her fingers entangled themselves in my hair and pulled. I couldn't help but groan into her mouth, and that's when I knew this had to stop.

I quickly pulled away, throwing myself off of her petite body, and sitting on the other side of the bed, facing away from Katara. I didn't know whether or not I should continue on with my "little" issue by myself, go further with Katara, or just go to sleep. But Katara made the decision for me. Her hand reached out to touch my shoulder, and my head turned towards her. Katara's fingers lightly tugged, telling me to turn fully back around.

"It's okay" she whispered, "I'm okay." I wanted to do this, but at the same time, there was a small part of me holding back from going all out. I only nodded and leaned back in to kiss her pursed, awaiting lips once more. Immediately, her hands crawled up my back and pulled me against her. We were both sitting on our knees facing each other, holding one another in a tight embrace. She kissed me with such an astounding passion, one which was still being held back a bit. But it was still a feeling I'd never felt before, even with Mae. Her teeth grabbed onto my bottom lip and tugged, leading me to want more. I wanted Katara, I wanted her bad. Just kissing was not enough, even though it already was plenty perfect. However, this was definitely not the time or place for something like this. If we ever went farther, it would be special as it is what such an astonishing woman deserves. I really did like Katara, and I could never use her in such a devious way. So I stopped it from continuing on, for good this time.

Grabbing Katara's face, I pushed her away gently. "Listen, you are magnificent and so beautiful. But I want every moment to be perfect, which wouldn't happen here." She nodded in understanding before kissing me once more, deeply.

"We should go to sleep Zuko." She whispered in my ear, still breathing heavy. I turned to look eye to eye with her, and I took a strand of hair in her face and tucked it behind her ear before softly kissing he reddened cheeks. I pulled away smiling.