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Another drabble inspired by the gorgeous artwork by @dragondruk
i'll be honest, this got away from me a little hehe enjoyy <33
"Do you ever regret it?" Zuko's voice was soft in the dead of night.
"What do you mean? Regret what?" You smiled at him.
"Marrying me." He looked at you sadly.
"Why would I regret you?" You laughed, surely this had to be a joke. Right?
He shrugged and curled into the pillows. "I don't know... I just.. you could have done better. Someone who wasn't-" Scarred. He wanted to say but didn't. He knew that you'd know.
Your smile dimmed a bit. "Honey..." You leaned closer to caress his face. His scarred side, specifically. He sighed and looked up at you, letting you touch him. "Why would you ask me something like that?"
Zuko hesitated for a moment then exhaled. "Overheard the staff talking." You raised a brow. "They didn't know I was there- They were just talking."
"And what were they saying?" You asked with confusion. The staff adored Zuko, so it didn't make sense why they'd say anything mean about him. Specially after Ozai and all the ones before, they loved how kind and nice Zuko was.
"Just ... Just how beautiful you are. How in every room, you are the sun." He explained. "And that made me feel like... I'm just not good enough for you. You are beautiful. And I'm... scarred."
You stared at him in shock. "You can't possibly-"
"I do. I- Even in our royal portrait, you are stunning and-" He paused and sighed, planting his whole face into the pillow.
"Sweetheart-" You tried and he whined.
"Everyone probably sees you like you did a charity by marrying me so no other poor girl had be subjected to me." He pouted and turned his face to look at you. That made you laugh. Proper and loud. "Oh- I'm glad my misery brings you joy."
You laughed harder. "It does when the misery is so stupid. Is this really what's been keeping you moping all night?"
"You don't understand-" He mumbled. "You don't see how everyone talks about me."
"Actually- I know exactly how everyone talks about you." You kissed his cheek. "Remember when you got injured in that assassination attempt and the whole palace was distraught? And everyone kept worrying for you? Or how about when the children waited for you outside the gates to give you their drawings for Avatar Day?" You reminded him softly. "Or what about that old lady who walked miles and miles from her village just to thank you personally for rebuilding her hometown?"
"None of that means anything. I'm just doing my job." He frowned but leaned into every kiss you gave him.
"People love you, Zuko. And I happen to love your scars." You smiled, touching his cheek and then his chest. "Both of them."
"You're just saying that..." He looked away, his cheeks turning pink.
"Oh? Then maybe I should make a more assertive point." You giggled and pushed him to lay flat.
"What are you- Oh-" Zuko smiled as you straddled him, his hands settling on your hips. "Well... Maybe I could be convinced." He hummed. "You'll have to make several points, however."
"Several huh?" You mused. "Sounds very serious."
"It is. I need extensive reassurance." He sighed dramatically and his hands dragged down your thighs, only to slip under your robe and go back up again. "Would the Fire Lady be ever so kind to help out?"
"Hmmm perhaps." You pretended to think as you undid his trousers. "What's my incentive?" You cooed at him, rising to your knees while he lifted his hips to help get the garment off.
"How about eternal gratitude from a lowly exiled prince?" He smirked, slowly undoing your robe and watching it slip off your shoulders. "Mhm. Maybe gratitude that could last a few lifetimes." He said, eyeing your naked form greedily.
You laughed and rolled your eyes. He was so easy to make feel better.
"Don't burn the curtains like last time. Or the sheets." You warned him, your hand wrapping around his half hard cock.
"No promises-" He gasped softly and melted underneath you. His hands flexed and rubbed across your thighs, up your waist and on your breasts.
You bit your lip and felt yourself ache in need. Your legs were spread apart over his thighs and you desperately wanted some friction.
"What kind of night is it, my love?" Zuko asked as he sat up slightly to kiss your neck.
That was his way of asking what you wanted. Rough, soft, messy, hard- Anything you'd ask for, he'd give you. He'd give you a hundred times over.
"Soft and gentle." You hummed, giving him a light squeeze. "Definitely soft and gentle." You repeated in a whisper. "So I can show you how much you are adored."
You kissed him deeply, your tits pressed against his chest and both your hands between your bodies as you slowly stroked him to full hardness. You breathed him in as your tongue licked into his mouth and his hands tightened ever so slightly on your hips. He groaned, gently manoeuvring you both so that he was on top.
"How'd I ever get so lucky?" He sighed, kissing his way down, nipping at your skin until he was settled between your thighs. "I should pray more, I think-" He smiled, inhaling your arousal. "And this is the perfect altar."
You laughed, "I was supposed to make you feel better."
"You letting me taste you is a reward," He winked and dove into your cunt.
Licking a thick stripe then swirling his tongue around your clit, he made you gasp and whine so easily. He groaned and the vibrations made you drive your hips more into his mouth. His fingers joined his tongue quickly. Index and middle thrusted in and out of your fluttering pussy. You felt the coil tighten deep in your gut but then suddenly the feeling disappeared.
"What- Why?" You whined, propping yourself up on your elbows.
"I think I need to feel good by feeling you cum around my cock, sweetheart." He rose to his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He then tied his hair up messily and loomed over you. His broad shoulder covered your body entirely so. "Can I?" He purred, rolling his hips so his painfully hard cock rubbed across your pussy.
You bit your lip and nodded, holding onto his shoulders to brace yourself. Zuko wasn't inhumanly long but he was girthy and the stretch was always so delicious.
"Spirits- I missed this-" He sighed, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he slowly inched himself into your wet heat.
"We just- Oh- Yesterday-" Your words mingled together because of his measured thrusts.
"Yesterday was too long ago." His breathed heavily. "And prayers should be offered every day."
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