A/N: I wrote this for beckyh2112 for the Quick Valentine's exchange on atlaland. I took one of her favorite pairings, Ozai/Ursa, and applied one of her suggested prompts (hair brushing) into a some what mature setting. Please note, I've given it a T -rating because I didn't specifically mention anything. But this is meant to be mature.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender.

Warnings: Pre-canon, mature & sexual themes.


Taming the Beast
By: Nuit Songeur


The brush in Ursa's hand moved slowly through her thick, brown locks. Still, Ursa felt the weak trembling in her arms from the simple lifting and pulling. Her brow creased as she tried several more times before she surrendered the soft-bristled brush back onto her vanity, exhausted. Her defeat came in the form of a conceding sigh as her hand fluttered idly to her protruding belly.

"You have servant girls for this," said a voice from behind. Ursa was too irritated to turn toward her husband.

"I've never needed their help brushing my hair before," she defended haughtily. His chuckle was a low rumbling in his throat. Silently, Ozai picked up the abandoned brush and continued the work his wife was too fatigued to do. Ursa closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of his uncharacteristically gentle hands.

"How long?" he merely asked. Ursa thought for a moment.

"Twenty-one days," she replied. "It's quite strong. Zuko never made my back ache so much." Ozai set the brush aside. His hand strayed to pinch the nipple of one of her sore breasts. Annoyed with her discomfort once again, Ursa slapped the hand away reproachfully.

"It will be a strong boy," Ozai concluded resolutely, confidently. Enthusiastically. Ursa was too weary to argue Zuko's case. Instead, she shifted in her ornate chair; her spine tormented her terribly. The fetus squirmed in response, sending sharp electric jolts through Ursa's nerves. She grimaced at the pain, and Ozai reacted.

"Something wrong?" he asked, kneeling before her. Ursa controlled her expression immediately, feigning ease.

"Nothing," she responded. A devious smirk crossed his face.

"Nothing, you say," he reaffirmed. Ursa angled her eyes at the idea that passed through his eyes.

"No," she told it flatly.

Ozai was not a man to be easily dissuaded.

He picked her up tenderly and set her on the canopied bed. Of course, her only thought was of the child growing inside of her.

"We can't risk it," she reasoned. Ozai's smirk did not disappear, and he said nothing as he pushed his hard arousal into her awaiting hand. She felt her face fall into a scowl at the demeaning task.

"You have mistresses for this," she reminded.

"They're not as talented as you are," he countered seductively. It was an odd thing not to have the strength to lift a hair brush and, minutes later, to be able to hold up a steady, increasing rhythm of thrusting. Ursa felt her biceps shaking, but she didn't stop. She was merely glad that he didn't press the matter with her mouth; he'd learned his lesson last time when she was pregnant with Zuko.

His release came when she wanted it to, when she allowed it to, and that was only when he took her hair into his hands and rasped out her name against her throat.

Ursa gazed down at his disheveled appearance and felt her body rack with its own desire, but that could come later. Now that she had tamed him, the thought of her dilated center subsided her own excitement.


There you are! I hope you enjoyed it! Please review!

-NuitSongeur