Peach Fuzz
30Kisses Challenge 3: Jolt!
Zuko didn't know much, but he did know this was wrong. It was wrong, very wrong, very very wrong, wrong wrong wrong wrong wrongwrongwrongwrongwrong. But he really didn't know if he could (or if he wanted to) stop it.
Sitting between his legs was her. Yes, her. Katara, the water-witch, the gal-pal of the Avatar, Miss-Let-Me-Sit-In-Your-Lap-And-Rub-Your-Head-And-Do-Other-Awful-(wonderful)-Things-To-Your-Mind.
The worst part about it was she didn't even seem to be aware of what she was doing to him. Which made no sense to Zuko---he could swear his face was fifty different shades of red by now.
But no, she just continued to sit there, petting his head, completely oblivious to the world around her. Zuko doubted if she knew her skirt had ridden up and exposed most of her thighs, or if she knew that her legs were rubbing oh-so-horribly (yet oh-so-wonderfully) against his own. He also wondered if she knew just how close her face was to his, how warm her breath felt against his check, or how easily it would be to turn his head and capture her lips with his own.
He was not going to tell her this, though. One reason was because he was finding it difficult to breathe much less speak. Another reason was because, well, he was a typical straight hormonal teenage male, and she was a typical straight hormonal (though oblivious) teenage female, and if she wanted to sit on his lap and massage his head and rub her legs against his then by the spirits he was going to let her, damnit!
"I love your hair." She whispered, her lips so close to his ear. He could feel her breath trail down his face as she rubbed his head again, pulling his head closer to her chest.
"It's so…soft." There was a seductive, sexy undertone to her voice that made his whole body shake. "Like peach fuzz."
"T-t-thank y-y-you." He finally managed to spit out. She didn't seem to care. Instead, she swung her hips around and wrapped both of her legs around his body, placing both of her arms around his neck and using both hands to massage his hair.
After he kissed her (finally), he felt she could have at least had the decency to act surprised, but no. Instead, she kept this smug smile on her face like she had planned the whole thing.
Probably did. He hoped she would do it again.
XXX
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