When Katara had gotten back to the house, she seemed and felt much better. She was able to get along with more focus than what she had a week ago, and was even able to interact mindfully. Tolerance towards Aang's attention was a little worse-for-wear but images from earlier that day helped get her through his antics. But where was Zuko?
He was always gone. Generally, when he and Aang were both gone, it meant that they were practicing, but Aang was here. So where could he be?
As if on cue, he strode casually into the house. He tilted his head slightly at everyone, locking eyes with Katara, to her pleasure, gestured for Aang to follow him, then walked out of the room and into the interior of the building. It was time for another practice session.
Aang huffed slightly and got up to join Zuko. Toph, Sokka and Suki carried on with their conversation while Katara stood and followed the other two out. Bending practice meant shirtless Zuko, and shirtless Zuko meant happy Katara.
She walked into the garden area where they normally practiced and sat on a fountain edge, eyes focused and seeking. There he was, bare from the waist up. His upper body looked so strong earlier, but now, when compared to Aang's small twelve year old body, he seemed built like a mature adult.
The guy is a sex symbol!
Katara smiled and blushed, remembering some girls talking about a guy back in Ba Sing Sei when she and Toph went out for a relaxing afternoon. Zuko had been there, if only she had seen him, understood that he was just trying to be normal, maybe things could have been different.
But, at least he was here now and she could spend time with him. Maybe not like how she wanted...or maybe? She was a young woman, and young woman had charm, that which was irresistible to young men.
The night was hot and humid. It seeped into her room so stifling that she had no choice but to bend the liquid in the air to cool her skin. When her walls froze and the heat vanished, it was a welcome relief, but it wouldn't stay like that for long, and the longer she had to keep bending, the less and less she would get sleep that night.
She bend cooling ice on the walls and settled in, hoping sleep would overcome her before the heat set in. As she lay still in the silence, a slight creaking sound came from her door, and she opened her eyes to figure out what was going on. In the dim light of the moon, she saw her door open and a figure slip into her room. Who ever it was shut her door quietly and walked in a few steps towards her bed.
The white skin of his upper body told instantly that it was Zuko sneaking in. She tried to calm her nerves and hoped he wouldn't notice she was awake.
Oh spirits...I'm barely wearing anything!
She had thrown her blankets off into the floor when she was thrashing around looking for comfort. Now, she was laying uncovered in only the thinnest wrappings she owned. A good splash of water and everyone, including Zuko, would be able to see her skin underneath.
But the thought of Zuko right now in her room looking at her bare legs and stomach, only sent waves of anticipation flooding into her chest.
The fire bender silently made his way closer to her, arms out and ready to catch her if she tried to run, but she wasn't going anywhere.
"I see the way you look at me, when you watch Aang and I practicing. And the way your hands stayed on my chest, I could tell you didn't want to take them away. Why don't you quit pretending Katara, and just let it happen. We're both mature enough to know what the other wants."
Busted.
His hands had settled on the bed either side of her and his left knee came up to lean on the mattress. She could feel his warmth radiating off of him and she suddenly felt cold in the room.
"Zuko..."
Katara barely got a whisper out when he leaned down to catch her lips. They were so soft and voluptuous, massaging hers in soothing motions. His taste and smell was like spiced quinces, sweet and bracing. She pushed herself up on her arms, her chest coming into contact with his. Zuko took his right hand and put it on her bare abdomen, tracing it up her stomach, over her ribs and under her breast wrappings.
His hand moved so delicately that Katara arched her back and sighed into his kiss, making him smile. He changed from massaging her lips with his to deep passionate open kisses, making Katara feel like they were trying to drink each other. His hand slid underneath the thin cloth and loosened some of the fabric, curving his fingers and palm around her soft shape. He started to gently knead her breast in his hand before taking his index finger and running it over her excited tip.
Katara's body seemed like it was working on it's own, she could think clearly enough to realize she had raised her own right hand and placed it upon Zuko's strong back, pulling herself up towards him. When he lowered himself to her, she pulled her knees up to his sides and slid her palm down his back, feeling the warmth generate as she moved. Fingertips slid down his left side and up to his front, tracing his muscles. She flipped her elbow inwards so she could place her hand palm up and fingers pointing to his waist band, searching for the line of hair she had been wanting to feel earlier that day.
When she came into contact with it, Zuko's body jolted against hers, pushing his hardness into her hips. Katara's mouth opened in surprise and Zuko took the moment to push her breast out from under her wrappings and slid his tongue and lips over her nipple.
"Mmmm, Zuko..."
"You like that, Katara?"
His heavy voice vibrated against her flesh causing sensations to rocket down to her lower stomach. Muscles relaxed in between her legs and tickling feeling began to rise in her. She nodded a few times and pressed her hips back against his as Zuko found the end of her wrappings and took them off. Her upper body now exposed, she knew it wouldn't belong before her lower body followed suit.
Leaning down on his elbows and took each breast in his hands, kissing her collar bone and working his way down to each mocha nipple. Katara sighed out and grasped Zuko's waistband, clutching it in both hands now. She needed him, she wanted him and she had to have him right now. He would take her frustrations and end them for good.
"Oh, Zuko...I want you!"
She pushed her hands down and his pants came with them. The fire bender moved his kissing from her chest and down to her belly, leaning back on his knees so he could see her. His pants were nearly off his hips when he leaned back and grabbed her wrists, holding her still.
"Shhh! I'll give you what you want, just let me do what I want first."
The water bender nodded at him and put her hands down, clutching the bed. She spread her legs wider as Zuko placed his hands at her hips and started to loosen her under wrappings. He slid them away and revealed her downy centre nestled amid her legs. Undoing the cloth, he released her from them and moved himself down, tossing the fabric away.
Her breathing became laboured again as she fought to control herself. Zuko's lips felt like they were burning into her flesh, but if they were, she didn't care. He snaked his way down to her hips and trailed his tongue along the indent between her hip and leg. Katara started to shake as anticipation threatened to burst from her chest, and nearly screamed out as Zuko's tongue slipped over her swollen clit.
Electricity shot through her entire body as pleasure, coiled up in her stomach, broke free, making her clutch tight and harder at the bed. Eventually she had to put a hand over her mouth as her moans became louder, control completely fading away. The way the fire bender's tongue danced around her sensitive tissues was enough to make her squirm and buck off the bed. He pushed himself up off the bed and put his hands on both of her hips, attempting to hold her down.
"Katara , you need to be quiet! If they find us...I couldn't imagine what your brother would do, or Aang, even. You need to control yourself."
The water bender glared at him and grabbed at his body hungrily.
"If you don't take me right now, I'll freeze you to the floor and take what I want from you!"
She pushed herself up to meet him and crashed her lips against his, pushing her right hand under his waist band and encircling his throbbing flesh. Zuko emitted a groan and pushed her down onto the bed, leaning on his left arm and pushing his pants off with the other. He kicked them to the floor and spread Katara's legs wide again, putting his thumb onto her clit and rubbing it in small circles. Her fluids had already flooded the area, making her slick and inviting. He moved his fingers down and pushed into her, aware she was still a virgin.
"This might sting a little, but I'll be gentle. You ready?"
She nodded through her ecstasy, breathing heavily from her mouth. Zuko eased himself up to her awaiting hips and rubbed himself into her fluids, coating his tip to make it easier for her. He pushed his hips slightly and felt himself slide into her part way. Katara moaned and cringed slightly, but arched her back to find the right angle. Zuko slowly slid the rest of the way in, her wet tissues not quite giving away as much he expected.
She's just so turned on.
He started to move back and forth gently, feeling around inside her for her pleasure points. Katara ground her hips against him, quickly building up sensations in her centre. It wouldn't be long now before she erupted. Zuko bent down to catch her lips again and carried on with his rhythm, feeling her muscles tighten around him as he began to swell and become larger. She's almost there.
His left hand came up to thumb at her bead again and he felt her insides tighten almost unbearably before she convulsed against his thrust. Katara's back bowed into him and she grasped onto his back, leaving deep furrows with her nails. Her insides dipped onto him, pushing back as he pushed in. Katara's contracting muscles and groans, coupled with her clawing at his back, took Zuko where he needed to go and he spilled himself into her, filling her body up with his fluids.
His throbbing inside of her triggered another orgasm to blossom, creasing her brow with pleasure. After a minute or so, Zuko relaxed gently onto her body, spreading himself out but keeping his weight off her. He smirked at the dazed smile on her face.
"So, you really wanted me?"
Katara sighed out in a long and slow breath. She opened her eyes and saw light pooling into her room. Blinking a few times to ward off the slumber, she brought her left hand up and placed it between her legs, rolling over onto her right side. Her fingertips met fabric and she huffed out in disappointment.
"Zuko...why couldn't you have come into my room last night?"
She put her face in her pillow, wishing her dream had been longer and wondering how she could dream up something she had never experienced before.
