It was midafternoon when Jet walked through the front door and could smell the heady scent of sex. He smiled crookedly. Li was taking advantage of his new pet. Yesterday had surprised him. He had really thought Li would have walked out rather than fuck Katara, but he did. And from behind! Li was an animal. He wished he had been there to watch in the morning, but duties called.

In his hand he held a bundle of clothing for Katara: new undergarments, a dress, socks. They weren't blue but he was pretty sure they would fit. He walked into his kitchen, following the smell of something cooking. Katara stood by the wood stove, stirring a pot with a long-handled spoon, her other hand propped on her hip. She was dressed only in a long tunic, the one Zuko had worn the day before, her legs and feet bare. Jet could see her pointed nipples through the fabric and hazarded a guess that she wore no underwear either. He looked around but Li wasn't in sight.

It was a small kitchen, occupied almost fully by a small wood stove and a round table with four chairs scattered haphazardly around it. Dishes and glasses lay scattered across any flat surface.

"Now that's a perfect woman." He teased, leaning in the doorframe. She jerked around, her eyes wide. "I'm kidding, Katara."

She liked the way he said her name, how he pronounced each syllable distinctly. She tucked her free arm around her middle, suddenly self-conscious about her clothing.

"Where's Li?"

"He left." She replied, lifting a piece of meat from the stew and inspecting it. "He said he had to go to work."

"And just left you here?" Jet asked. Why hadn't she escaped?

"Yeah." Katara grumbled, dropping the meat back in and blowing out the flame below it. "He said it was up to you to let me go." She started to walk away from the stove and paused. "Jet, since you're here…" she wiggled her foot.

And then he noticed the locked metal band around her ankle, a short chain attached to another metal cuff that was similarly latched around the edge of the stove. "I don't know Katara, you could be dangerous." He plunked himself down at the table, grinning at her. "Besides, I don't want to undo Li's handiwork. He's kind of…territorial."

She snorted. "Yeah, I guess." He noticed the faint blush on her cheeks and wished again that he had been there that morning. "Please, Jet, let me go."

"Not yet, Katara." He propped his feet up on the second chair beside the table. "I don't trust you."

"You don't trust me?" She squeaked, waving her hand to indicate the chain on her leg. "I'm tethered to a stove!" She jiggled the chain to make sure he realized that. "I'm the one who's entitled to not trust you! You don't get to not trust me!"

He chuckled. "Katara, calm down. I'll let you go soon enough. Look, even if you weren't going to report me before, you certainly have a lot to report now."

"What, like kidnapping? Bondage?" She glared at him.

"Yeah, exactly." Jet replied. "Those are harshly punished here."

"As they should be." She snapped.

"And you see why I don't want to let you go just yet."

"So what, you're just going to brainwash me or something until you decide I won't tell on you?" She exclaimed. "Sokka and Aang will be looking for me!"

"No they won't."

She froze. "Why."

"I sent them a letter." He shrugged. "It looks like it was dictated to a notary so they won't wonder about the handwriting. It says that you went ahead, following a lead about that Fire Nation guy."

"That Fire Nation guy." Oh, the irony.

"Yeah. They headed out this morning. Figure it'll take a while before they realize they can't find you." He stood, walking toward her until her back pressed up against the stove, "It's kinda hot. You all tied up."

"Shut up, Jet."

He tsked, cupping her face in his hand. "No need to be rude, Katara."

She squirmed out of his grip. "Go away."

"But I'm hungry too." He purred, dipping his hand to snag the end of her tunic, raising his hand along her side, drawing the hem up. His hand curled around her hip, digging hard fingers into her rear. She drew in a sharp breath and he smirked. "Wanna help me with that?"

"No." She breathed, feeling his other hand push the neck of her tunic down on her other side, exposing her bare shoulder.

"Oh c'mon." He whispered, leaning in. "Just a nibble."

"Please." She whimpered. "Let me go."

"I'll let you come." He murmured, laving his tongue against the juncture of her throat and shoulder. "Anywhere you want."

She groaned as he quickly pulled the tunic over her head, leaving her bare except for her necklace. She tried to cover herself with her hands but he pushed them away, stepping back to view her at arm's length. "Wow, Katara."

She glared as he looked her over from chained ankle to furious gaze. She really was very well built. Her body was well toned from constant fighting but she had curves too, in all the right places. He loved the way her dark nipples stood up from the full mounds of her breasts, the dark thatch of hair between her legs that concealed her secret parts.

She winced as he flicked her breast, wrapping his hand around the other. "So I'm just going to be your convenient lay whenever you feel like it?"

"Yeah." He smirked at her shocked face. "Or when Li feels like it, I guess. Or when you feel like it."

"And in between 'feeling like it', what am I supposed to do?" She groaned as he wrapped his lips around her nipple, suckling on her.

"Look pretty?"

"That sounds boring." She gasped, arching into his mouth, enjoying the way his hands played around her ribs and brushed lightly against her rear.

"Mmm." He moved to the other nipple, nudging himself against her thigh. After such a long dry spell before he had captured her, he was so ready to fuck her as much as he could, as often as he could. "Do you want me?"

"No." She groaned, feeling his fingers against her entrance. "No…"

"Yes you do." He grinned against her skin. "I can feel it." He lifted her onto the counter, ignoring her squeak of protest and the clanging of her ankle cuff on the stove. She sat at his eye level, looking defiantly back at him. He smirked at her face; such a little fighter. He wanted to break her, hear her beg for him. He moved in to kiss her and she snapped her teeth at him, making him rear back. He tried again and she caught the edge of his nose. "Ow!" A small spark of anger ignited in him. He'd show her who was in charge here. He gripped her hips with a snarl and pulled her from the counter, eliciting a small yelp from her as her feet hit the ground roughly. He spun her around and knocked her forward so that her upper body rested on the smooth countertop, her rear end high in the air. She struggled, but a hard hand in the middle of her back held her down.

"Jet! Let me go!"

"Gettin' real tired of hearing that, Katara." He growled, laying a hand on her ass. She twitched and cursed at him but he held her steady. "I'd like you to say something else."

"What?" She panted, struggling. The way he was treating her so roughly was thrilling her as much as it annoyed her. He slapped her ass, hard, and she yelped, ceasing her struggles in shock.

Behind her, he smiled. Finally. "Say please."

She stayed silent, fuming, her rear end turning red from his strike. He ran his fingers along the bright handprint, feeling her twitch beneath him. His cock twitched at the sight of her rear sticking up in front of him. He lifted his hand from her back and she started to rise but he thumped her back down in warning. She mewled and stayed down, turning her head to watch over her shoulder as he spread her cheeks, his cock rising in his pants. Seeing her two holes exposed to him at once sent thrill through him, along with the small noises she was making. He slapped her behind again and grinned at her squeak.

Jet lowered his hand and slowly pushed two fingers inside her to the knuckle, noticing how wet she was. She was practically dripping. So she liked it rough, huh? He could do rough. He slapped her hard as he pulled his fingers out, feeling her clench as she gasped. He ran his hand over her heated skin and slapped her again, harder. She cried out wordlessly, jolting forward. He repeatedly slapped and stroked her until her ass was red all over and her slit was dripping with juice.

"You like that, don't you?" He grinned as she stood on tiptoes, her need obvious as she moaned and bucked her hips. "Tell me."

"No." She groaned, trying again to rise and he pushed her back down. Oh he loved her spirit. He loved the game.

"Katara…" He pushed another finger inside her, stretching her. "…tell me or I stop."

She hated that threat. So unfair. "I like it." She growled, trying to grind her aching core against something, anything, as his hand held her down.

"That's all you needed to say." He whispered in her ear, bending over her so his clothed erection pressed against her backside. She panted at his touch, hearing the rustle of his clothes as he unbuttoned his pants.

His cock seemed bigger than before as he pushed it into her, knocking her against the counter. She let out small 'ohs' as he picked up speed, and cried aloud when he slapped her, his cock buried deep inside. He slapped her other cheek as he pulled out, then slammed back in, jolting her forward. She shouted, grasping at the counter. It didn't hurt, but it definitely wasn't gentle against the base of her tunnel. He slowed slightly, not going as deep but still going as hard. His hands reached around to grip her breasts, pulling her back against him to gain a different angle. She screamed as he hit the secret spot inside her, the twisting pulls on her nipples sending her towards orgasm at blinding speed.

Then he stopped. She mewled, bucking her hips to encourage him to continue. She was so close. He pulled out, the dampened head of his cock resting on her other entrance. "You liked it when Li fucked you here, didn't you?" She only panted. He pinched her nipples. "Didn't you?"

"Yes." She hissed, trying to use her arms to push herself up. He caught her wrists and pulled them behind her back roughly, so only her chest on the counter kept her from falling over. "Jet!"

"Shhh." He stroked her wet opening with his fingers, slipping a long digit inside her as he began to push in her rear entrance. He added a second finger to her slit as his length sheathed itself in her rear, her moans loud and gasping. She wriggled delightfully, grinding against him. He thrust once, twice, three times and she came, panting and gasping his name as her slit drenched his hand.

Oh she felt good. No wonder Li had wanted her ass. He released her wrists so she could balance herself and gripped her hips, using them to bring her sharply back as he began to pound her ass, grinning as she shrieked and clenched around him, suddenly shooting towards a rapid second climax. He grunted as he came, leaning forward to sink his teeth into her shoulder and she screamed, clenching around him. He shot his seed deep in her ass, pulling out to collapse against her, their combined fluids dripping to the floor from her holes. He rained gentle nips along her spine as he pulled her up into his arms and collapsed with her into the chair by the table, cradling her against his body as both their breathing returned to normal.

Her head lolled against his shoulder, her eyelids drooping.

"We're going to have to work on your endurance." He hummed in her ear, stroking her breasts gently. Her back arched into his touch. "You can't be falling asleep all day."

"Mmmmm." She murmured in his ear, snuggling closer. He smelled like fresh air and earth, like dry leaves. She vaguely felt him unlock the shackle on her ankle and smiled up at him.

"C'mon." He hoisted her up and walked with her to the bed, dropping her under the sheets unceremoniously. He lay down beside her, still fully clothed and pulled her against him, stroking her naked back. He stayed until she fell into an orgasm-induced sleep then rose, picking up an empty mug on his way out. It smelled like chiaberry tea.

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When Katara woke, the apartment was quiet. And dark. She rose, acutely aware of her nakedness, and felt her way towards the pile of clothes she knew was at the end of the bed, drawing out another long tunic. She tugged it on and made her way out of the bedroom to find the rest of the apartment lit by a single candle. From its light she found the stack of clothing Jet had gotten for her and seized it gleefully. Everything fit well enough, even though it was all green. She twisted her hair into a braid and wrapped it into a simple bun and made for the door. She stopped just short and looked back around at the apartment. A pang of regret course through her at the thought of never again seeing Jet or Zuko the same way she had the past two days. That she'd never have them inside her again. Never kiss Zuko or bite Jet.

She tore herself away and opened the door slowly to keep it from creaking and stole off into the gathering night, the sun just starting to set below the horizon. She looked around as she walked, nervous about being seen. She heard footsteps behind her and she turned, seeing a dark silhouette.

"Katara!"

She ran.

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