Katara sighed and rolled over on to her back. With the war finally over it relieved some of the tension but only seemed to strike up more tension. Katara had gone through all of her stress reliefs: Countdown from 10, take longer baths, she bought her allowance on new wraps, she even bended like a thousand ice knifes and threw them into the side of a cliff. Everything!

She spread open her legs and slid her hand down her body. Katara pushed aside her wraps and slipped her hand into her pants. She gasped as her cold fingers trail over the swollen bud and into her warm wet center. Katara covered her mouth with her other hand and moaned.

Her hand paused when she thought she heard something. She held her breath and listened to steps pass her tent. There was only one other person on this trip, Zuko. Aang was suppose to be here to help with them. A small fire nation group started taking over the swamp lands. So the three of them were going to help. Then Aang got word from Toph that a larger group of rouge fire nation was burning down half of the forests outside of Omashu. On their way Zuko and Katara decided to take turns staying up to let the other sleep.

But sleep was hard to find with all of this stress. Katara licked her lips and moved her thumb across her clit. She shivered as that small ounce of pleasure tingled through her body. Her fingers were warming up now but every so often when she would brush her fingers across her self she would feel the cold skin again and shiver.

Katara slowly built up a speed with her fingers deeping as far as she could into herself, wiggle them and then pull them out wetting the soft skin around the outside. When she finally couldn't take it, she flicked her fingers over her clit and gasped as the a wave of pleasure washed over her. She covered her mouth as a curse broke through her lips as she pushed herself through her high. She did her best to keep her legs from shaking. But when she pushed down a little harder on her clit, her body curved up and into her fingers. Causing her hand to slip as her head went back. "Ah!"

She quickly blinked noticing she had her eyes tightly shut. Before she removed her fingers, she dipped them into the small pool that had rose to her opening. If Katara had had more time to think about little scenes in her head with a faceless man that often frequented her visions right before she would start touching herself, she was sure there would be a trickle of cum sliding between her cheeks like it often did.

Katara turned to her side and kept her hand between her thighs. The faceless man was always so nice and warm, muscles that didn't bulge but they were definitely there, light skin, more often than not with dark hair that brushed his shoulders, oh and those pretty flashes of gold, one wrapped in pink the other with long black eyelashes. Katara sighed and closed her eyes finally feeling relaxed enough to sleep.

Zuko groaned as his head hit his forearm that was rested against the tree. He was again pondering why he was so bad at being good. Katara was a sleep and innocent, and all Zuko wanted to do was walk in there and wrap up under the covers with her. Maybe snuggle a little?

Fuck. He wanted to do more than cuddle. Katara was gorgeous. And currently taken. He couldn't be moving in on his friend's girlfriend. That was just wrong. They were together right?

But everytime he saw Katara do a graceful waterbending move or talk about something she loved, Zuko felt a little butterflies explode in his stomach. Her tan skin wrapped in white and blue, and her blue eyes that turned to ice when something got on her nerves, and that long dark hair he could just wrap his fingers in and tug while he's seven inches deep into her-

"Fuck." Zuko whispered as his hand went down to his pants. And with these alone trips that are highly stressful… He slid his hands inside his pants and fisted his dick. He sighed as he rocked his hips into his fist. The friction eased at the stress in his body.

It didn't take long for images to tumble into his head, Beautifully tanned skin wrapped around his hardening dick. Pink lips kissing the tip, then a darker pink running it wetness down his length then back up to the slit. Zuko groaned again as he pressed his fingers to very tip.

He spread the wetness around the head and then down the rest of his shaft. Images couldn't keep up in his head as he started pumping his hand quicker. The burning need curled deep in his gut. Zuko twisted his hand just right and cursed again. He shoved down his pants and regripped his dick.

Zuko moved his hand over himself quicker, glimpses of Katara. Her beautiful tan skin wrapped in white as she stood in water bending it into shapes and spirals. A smile on her plush lips. Those lips would look so amazing wrapped around him, bright red and shining with spit. Looking up at him between thick eyelashes-

"Fuck."

His ending came rushing into him and he painted the tree in front of him with white ropes of cum. Zuko continued to pump himself all the way through. He heard a sound come from the tent and quickly pulled up his pants. Zuko looked over to the tent but nothing seemed to be wrong. He grimaced when he looked back to the were a lot of drops slowly making their way down the bark. Zuko went back to camp and grabbed a canister of left over water and poured it over his mess washing it away.

This was going to be a long trip.

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