Frustrated, she tore her blue dress off her chest and began undoing the knots that held it together by the waist. Toph and Sokka had essentially spent the entire night teasing her - Zuko was no better; claiming she sucked the fun out of everything and lacked the ability to be devious or playful or bad in general. Obviously, it wasn't like she wanted to be anything of the sort, but the mere idea that she lacked the mental fortitude or was somehow 'boring' because she wasn't as adventurous or dangerous as her teammates had left her feeling slightly insecure and self-conscious. In a fit of rage, she'd left the campsite to calm herself with some waterbending practice. She knew it was dangerous; they were being chased through the Earth Kingdom relentlessly by their enemies, but the waterbender paid it no mind as she bent down to remove her leggings.
Among the bushes, however - she was unaware - was her enemy. Observing her, he had half the mind to alert Azula, Mai and Ty Lee of what or who he'd stumbled upon. However, he couldn't bring himself to do so. While chasing them around the world, he'd noticed that he'd built a certain attraction towards the waterbender - if she ever felt the same, she rarely displayed her affections, and rightfully so; he was the enemy. However, here, amongst the sanctuary of the forest, the river, and the moonlight… he felt tempted to push his luck ever so slightly.
As she removed the remainder of her bindings, now completely bare, the waterbender dipped into the river and pushed back out. Her chocolate locks were glued to her back and water streaks trailed down smooth, alluring tan skin - he unknowingly had stepped into the moonlight. Alarmed, Katara whipped around into a waterbending stance to defend herself, completely forgetting that she'd torn off all articles of clothing and that the stream of river was all that held the remainder of her virtue.
Narrowing her eyes at her target, she suddenly blushed and grew nervous as she watched the way the Avatar's eyes darkened while observing her body. She'd known she was beautiful, and she'd also felt attracted to him once, before she realised he was with the Fire Nation. However, within the forest and the river and the moonlight was a sanctuary… one where forbidden desires and temptation tugged at her heart strings, and the heat pooling between her thighs. Recalling how her friends had called her 'boring' and 'unalluring', Katara bit her lip as she slowly outstretched her hand in a silent plea… for him… to come closer.
Baffled yet completely transfixed, the Avatar immediately discarded his Fire Nation outfit and entered the battleground, wondering if she would try to strangle him with her waterbending or with her arms when they wrapped around him. In the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong. He was the enemy. She was not meant to have any relations with him, much less what she was about to do. However, again, amidst the forest, the river and the moonlight; a tryst.
"Come," she whispered softly, her eyes gliding over every smooth and hard plane of his chest, arms, abdominals, and legs while she tried not to stare at the impressive size of his appendage. She recalled being called 'boring', 'uninteresting', and 'bland'. She'd prove them wrong, and certainly enjoy herself while doing so.
"Let's have some fun," Katara whispered with a seductive smile, now leaning in when his tattooed arms wrapped around themselves around her waist and his head dipped to lick at her sensitive neck. A shiver ran through her when she felt his tongue glide from her naked shoulder to the side of her throat. It burned; she liked it.
"Are you sure?" He murmured by her ear, tugging at the lobe - she moaned at the sensation.
A hiss escaped her when he grasped her naked left breast, "Yes." Her hands trailed over his V-lines and abdominals. Though, her eyes never left his for a moment as he gazed into her oceanic depths, clouded with lust. "I want you," she whispered, her own lips now kissing his hard pecks while he continued to grope her breast and lick at her neck.
All at once, she found herself being held up by his strong arms - her own legs found themselves wrapped around his hips, pushing him closer to her heat as his arousal pressed against her stomach. They moaned at the sensation - she grasped his jet, black locks and pushed his head into her firm mounds, mewling and giggling with surprising mirth as he nuzzled them. She could feel him licking down the valley between her breasts, feel the way his large hands dipped between her thighs and pressed into her wet cunt. She could feel his desire for her - she craved it, reveled in it. This was her enemy, she was his enemy, yet in that moment, they couldn't give a fuck.
In an instance, Katara had grown tired of wondering what his lips would taste like and decided to uncover the mystery herself. When she kissed him, he felt his world breaking - nothing mattered anymore besides this girl, and having her in his arms forever. Her mouth was warm, her tongue ravenous, and her moans hungry. She was starved, they both were, and she was suddenly tired of prolonging the inevitable. Without releasing his lips from her grasp, Katara lined him up with her entrance and sank into him soundly. They both moaned into the other's mouth as he fully sheathed himself inside her; she was originally afraid he was too big to fit, he was afraid he'd finish if she tightened any further. Regardless, the two gasped against the other as they embraced, slowly rocking against each other as they fucked.
Slow, tantalisingly delicious strokes drove her wild, causing her head to tilt backwards as she allowed an animalistic moan to escape into the wilderness. He growled in return - suddenly, the expanse of her neck was as inviting as ever, and he leaned forward to kiss, suck and bite her, thus marking her as his own while he fucked her slowly, delicately, as if she'd break if he went any harder. She thrashed her head around; each deliberate slow stroke of his appendage rubbed against a spot of hers that drove her utterly wild - none of her previous partners had brought upon such euphoria, and she wondered if he just got lucky or was somehow already aware of how his slow, incessant, delicious strokes were her undoing.
She could get drunk off him, and he her. A mist cascased, ghosting the two benders from any onlookers, not like there were any. Amidst the forest, the river, and the moonlight; a tryst - the two lovers fucked each other slowly... over, and over, and over again.