This is a mature romance between Hakoda, Bato and my beautiful mystery OC. It's rated M for adult
language, violence, scenes that get a little naked, and a little bit of sex every now and then. There's a
dash of adventure in there, too. I am late-comer to the series but I thoroughly enjoyed it! I don't own
any of the characters from Avatar, the Last Airbender; they are property of Mike, Bryan, and
Nickelodeon.
Chapter 3- The Healer
"So I finally have your attention," said Bato, his voice husky and his eyes starving. He laid her down gently on a rug made from the skin of the white Arctic Wolf. Her beautiful, brown skin glowed against the pure whiteness, a conflict of exotic and demure.
Finally, he had captured the sensual bully. She had teased him with her curvaceous hips and waved at him with blue-violet eyes.
"Don't resist," she had whispered in his ear before tracing his lips with a slender, well-manicured finger Her scent of ocean blossom and sweat had clouded his senses.
Now, her athletic arms that practiced snake-like, sultry motions were outstretched above head in a pose of complete surrender. Her raven hair that would always engage every hip thrust and figure-eight was a waterfall of ebony. Seeing her, an aggressive, sexually suggestive imp laying below him, her body at his mercy.
He observed as her healthy breasts , crying against their prison of a black and gold embroidered bustier begged for their release. He cautiously eased his hand over to the delicate skin of her chest. Bato traced the curves of the two beautiful brown globes that were crying for freedom.
"May I?" he asked, with a teasing smile.
She nodded, her eyes blinked slowly. Bato sat up and removed his tunic, revealing the lean, hard muscles that he earned from years of training. He leaned back down and attempted to lift the veil that she wore, keeping her identity a mystery.
She stopped his hand. Bato's look was perplexed. "No?" he asked. "So I can't kiss you?"
She took his offending hand, led it down her cleavage, the definition of her stomach and finally to the center between her thighs. Through the thin, black chiffon he felt her moist, shaven center.
Her free hand caressed his damaged arm, as if mystified. Bato closed his eyes and sighed. He had received that wound in an effort to rescue Hakoda. He feared that no woman would ever touch him as a result.
The woman whose virtue he held in his hand was mysterious, but comforting. It was almost as if she could read his thoughts. Bato leaned down and kissed her on her forehead, nose and both cheeks. Her violet eyes proved her admiration. Her gentle squeeze of his shoulder was his signal to begin.
He positioned himself between her legs, wanting to share the effect of her "teasing." She felt a tingle run down the curve of her back and something hard against her center. She sat up on her elbows, grabbed him by the hips and thrust herself hard against him. She ground her crotch against his selfishly enjoying the pleasure. The look on his face went from arrogant to shock. He didn't realize how strong she was. A few squeals of pleasure were followed by her grabbing his hair with both hands and pulling his face close to hers.
"Don't resist," came a whisper.
Bato plunged his tongue deep between her soft, full lips. Her slender brown fingers caressed his pectorals as he playfully made them "jump" one at a time. As she chuckled, he nibbled on her bottom lip, then licked her chin. Her mouth was sweeter than the juice of the peach moon-fruit.
"You taste so damn good," he growled against her neck. She giggled softly, evidence of her self-confidence.
Bato reached around to the back of her bustier and unhooked it, watching in fall slowly from her chest as she breathed. She lifted it up and tossed it to the side presenting Bato a pair of luscious, brown breasts with tiny, silver hoops pierced in the nipples.
Bato gently tapped on one of them, delighted at the sound of her giggle. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. She wrapped her well-toned legs around his waist. Without speaking a word, she had made her message very clear. He had never experienced a woman this sexually aggressive, but he loved it. To show his gratitude, he took one of the decorated nipples into his willing and anxious mouth. The metal ring was cool against his tongue.
"La..." she exhaled. "Ooooohh..." Bato licked his lips against her nipple. "You like that, don't you?" he teased. Her violet eyes twinkled with sneaky as she pointed down to her nether regions. Wasting no time he scooted down so that his face was right at her pelvis.
He could smell her wanting. It was strong, yet sweet. She grabbed onto the rug in anticipation. Bato started to pull down her skirt, but her impatience wouldn't let him. Her legs greeted him with a split, the sexiest "welcome mat" that he had ever seen.
"Spirits!" said Bato as he woke from his dream. His brow was beaded with sweat and there was a wet spot on his blanket above his crotch. For once, he was thankful or having a tent to himself.
Hakoda slid her slender brown finger between his lips. She tasted like ocean berries. Her long, jet black
hair blew against the midnight breeze. The dancer was dressed in blue, the colors of his tribe.
"Dance with me?" she asked against the veil that covered the lower part of her face. Hakoda stared at
the reflection of himself in her violet eyes.
"No, you dance with me," he said as he snatched her body close to him with an urgency.
"Don't resist," said the dancer in his ear.
'I can't," he answered.
Hakoda could not keep that beautiful dancer out his mind. It had been days since he had seen her
perform but her essence still burned in his brain. Her eyes..those beautiful almond shaped blue-violet
eyes rimmed with long, full eyelashes with beautifully arched eyebrows. It was they way she spoke to
him without saying a word. The way she shimmied and twirled her athletic but sensual physique
wearing thin veils and jewels...haunted him in his dreams. Hakoda shook his head. His best friend,
Bato, patted him on the shoulder.
"You okay?" he asked as he began changing the dressing on his arm..the arm that had gotten burned in
a Fire Nation raid. Hakoda was disrupted from his daze. He watched his men as they performed their
morning exercises.
"Do you remember that night at that tavern? " Hakoda began. Bato laughed and nodded. He smiled
slyly. The woman with no identity had also invaded his dreams. He continued to unwrap his dressing,
the white gauze descended to the ground.
"The night with that sexy dancer? Yesssss...how can I forget? That skin, those eyes, that stomach.."
"Exactly,those eyes. I think those are Water Tribe eyes," said Hakoda.
"You think?" asked Bato. He and Hakoda shared sapphire like eyes. The dancer's eyes had more
purplish tones.
"Maybe from the Northern Tribe?" said Hakoda. "We know everyone from our tribe."
"Do you think she was take...?" Bato cut off his sentence and went silent.
"Bato, what's wrong?" asked Hakoda. Bato was shaking. He showed his arm to Hakoda.
The angry burn scar that was given in hatred had been completely healed. Bato's skin had returned to
it's original, deep tan hue.
"But how?" asked Bato. "Am I still drunk? By the Spirits, what is the logic?"
"Did the dancer touch you?" asked Hakoda. "I think she touched your arm."
"And I remember feeling this sensation and she whispered something to me..uh..."
'Don't resist," Hakoda added. Bato nodded.
"She's a healer, and she's on the run."
The kids were able to buy enough food to last them many days. Sokka was happy to have meat that he
didn't have to kill even though hunting and fishing had been his way of life. Katara water-bended the
meat and vegetables and made a wonderful stew. Appa and Momo were happy to have fresh fruits and
vegetables.
'That dancer was so pretty," said Sokka.
'How can you tell when her face was covered?"asked Katara.
'I can't even get a visual," said Toph as she began munching on warm bread. I can only tell someone's
beauty by their character..hearing their voice, feeling their vibrations."
"Then you are the luckiest person in the world Toph," said Aang as he set in lotus to eat. "So many
people can be so ugly on the inside."
"Like Prince Zuko," said Katara. Toph's ears perked. "But I digress."
"This stew is good, Katara, but there's something missing," said Sokka. "An herb or something."
Katara shrugged. "We have a lot of money, now. I can always go buy some."
'We should conserve it,' said Toph. "Things can get pretty expensive in the Earth Kingdom sweetness."
'I'll just go into the forest and find some. Toph can grind them up and voila!" said Sokka.
"Okay Sokka, we'll do it your way," sighed Katara. Sokka grinned and with his trusty whalebone
sword went trolling off to the woods.
