A Mermaid's Tale.
Warning: Rated MA for violence, swearing and plenty of sexual content.
Disclaimer: do not own, if I did the story would go with how it ORIGINALLY was. With Zutara.
Note: Aang is just a air-bender, there is no war, people are at peace, even working together... for now...
'Katara's thoughts'
'Zuko's thoughts'
Guilty as charged! Hmm... Or is he..?
Katara glared as the man left, feeling shame burn her cheeks. 'I can't believe he saw me like...that... yet another reason why the fire-nation deserves to be hated.' She simmered. She briefly entertained the prospect that him seeing her was better than everyone else seeing her, but she ruled that out as soon as it popped into her head. She was angry and embarrassed, she could think what she wants!
"Hey Katara." Sokka whispered to her, his eyes watching as everyone conversed with each other, the crewmen in particular.
"What?" she hissed. She was really not in the mood, she wanted to vent and he was interrupting her temper time.
"Just wondering, don't we need to take the royals to meet dad and uncle Arnook?" Katara almost slapped herself. After everything that happened, she had completely forgotten about the meeting. To think that the entire ordeal with that prince could have been avoided...
"Hmm yes, I almost forgot about that." Another voice entered their conversation. It was Azula. Both siblings were weary of her, she seemed... evil.
"Could you not?" Katara snapped, almost jumping out of her skin at the princess' closeness.
"Hmph, whatever water-girl. I'll go inform my brother to wear something more... presentable." That's when the other three arrived with the cloths. "Leave it with the crew Zuzu, we have to get ready for a meeting." Zuko's eyes flashed with realization and he nodded, swiftly handing the garments to one of the passing crewmen. The other two followed his example. Katara found herself involuntarily watching him.
"Have this ready when we are back." His voice was scratchy yet clear, commanding and reserved at the same time. It sent a shiver up the mermaid's spine and the girl swallowed thickly. Her thoughts rolled back to his soft whispers in her ear and his heat enveloping her body. Feeling sparks shoot up her spine Katara shuddered. She decided she couldn't stand it anymore and stood, throwing the cloak from herself and jumping into the sea. She had to get away. Zuko turned just in time to see her disappear, catching his cloak in one hand. Lucky for her, no one caught sight of her body before it disappeared into the freezing depths.
"Katara wait up!" her brother called after her, repeating the motions of his sister, having the cloak around his own body pool at Azula's feet. His form too submerged in water and both fire siblings had mirrored annoyed expressions.
"Mai, Ty Lee help me get ready!" Azula barked, grabbing the cloak and stalking away. Both followed obediently, but Mai turned back to Zuko.
"Are you coming?" She asked. It was the first thing she had said all day, but she felt she had to say it. Anything to get Zuko's attention off of that water girl. They may have broken up, but it was pretty recent, and it stung to see his attention on another girl so quickly.
"Yeah." he said after a moment of staring at the ocean. Zuko then turned and followed one of the Dai Li to his room.
Katara just floated around the water happily, glad that she had cloth and scales covering her again. Her arms crossed as she swam around the metal ship, waiting for a cue to take the other nobles to meet her farther and Arnook. 'Who does he think he is, playing the nice guy? I know what he really is... what his people did... the fire nation are nothing but monsters!' Her mind raged, the water swirling around her.
"Katara, the currents are too strong!" Sokka scolded, swimming away from his sister. Katara blinked and tried to calm down, feeling the water settle once more.
"How aren't you embarrassed!? They made fools of us!" Katara whipped around to face him, her tail sweeping behind her dangerously. "They were so damn... arrogant! Stupid prince! How dare he act like he's so much better than me!"
"Katara calm down, the chick was nuts but the guy seems like an okay dude." Sokka said, trying to calm down his little sister. Did not work.
"An okay dude?" She mocked. "How could you say that!? He killed our mother Sokka! Or did you forget that?" Her voice was cold and Sokka rubbed his arms a little as the water started to frost over.
"No I didn't forget." Sokka snarled causing Katara to flinch back a little. "I just... he didn't kill her Katara..." Sokka said softly, eyes dropping a little.
"He might as well have." She scoffed, swimming away from her brother. Sokka felt a feeling of sadness envelop him and he hung his head. Would she never see any other way? He sighed softly.
"The only reason I'm forgiving that guy is cause he didn't do anything wrong." Sokka crossed his arms. "And he helped us!" Sokka muttered to himself, trying to justify not hating the prince. "Arrgh!" he exclaimed, before crossing his arms and swimming lower.
Katara growled, circling the ship like an hungry shark. 'I can't believe Sokka and I are arguing over this! Can't he see who's at fault here!?' Katara raged, swimming faster. Her thoughts turned back to focus on the prince. 'But his wound-he got hurt by the fire-nation too...' Katara stopped swimming at that. How it happened though, she wondered. 'It could be out of his own stupidity.' She thought with a chuckle. Then she frowned. 'What if it's not? What if someone hurt him?' A feeling of anger and slight pain filled the water-princess' chest and she bit her lip. She didn't understand. She should be glad that he was hurt right? He was the enemy... right? Katara clenched her fists and began swimming again. He is the enemy. There was no room to doubt herself. She was already betrayed once by his nation, why should she give him her trust just because he hadn't screwed up yet? 'Not a chance.'
That prince was robing himself, packing the gift for the two kings in his bag. His father had entrusted these two magical items in his care just before he left. He looked at the wonders with slight awe before placing it gently, and securely, into the gold, black velvet filled, box. He then put the box into a blue velvet bag and tied the gold spun rope around the top. His mind then traveled to the spit-fire princess that was in his arms just a few minutes ago.
'I wonder why she hates me so much... is it because of'- Zuko placed a tentative hand on his face before dropping it and clenching it back at his side. 'No, it can't, she didn't like Azula either... then again, no one likes Azula...' Zuko frowned, feeling slightly insecure. 'Well of course she'd think I'm hideous. No one needs another reason to hate someone that looks like a monster.' His fist made heavy contact with the wall and he let out a snarl. The fire in his room burned bright and Zuko, after calming down, was very happy that this boat was made of metal.
"I need to work on that." he muttered to himself, drawing his fist back from the wall. He then ran a frustrated hand through his hair before re-tying his hair and placing the crown in his top-knot. He sashed his robe and laced his boots. 'She's so...beautiful.' His face reddened as he thought of her tanned, curvaceous body. Her skin was so fucking soft. He growled low before stopping right in the middle of his room. 'Don't even get me started on her voice. So firm, so passionate. And god that hair smelt good...' Zuko stopped short. 'And I'm acting like a creep.' Zuko face palmed himself, blushing into his hand. 'I gotta admit though, I'm pretty proud with how fast I got over my initial shock... but man she's so perfect.' He could feel another growl rumble in his throat before he caught himself. 'Down boy.' He sweat-dropped at his own reaction. He had never reacted so much to a girl... of course he's only seen one other girl naked... 'And she isn't very happy with me right now...' But he was 18! In the prime of his youth, he had the right to react strongly to a sexy, exotic girl's body... 'I sound even more like a creep now. Ugh!' Zuko frowned. 'If she found out how I look at her she'd have even more reason to hate me!' Zuko mulled over this and sunk to the floor into a squat, his robes piling around him. He needed to take a breather. She was finally effecting him fully and he was fiercely fighting to reign in his hard on. His mind then conjured up a lovely little replay of what happened on deck. Only there were no other people... and no cloak. His hand sneaked down into his pants. He had a very... vivid imagination.
Zuko's hand slid down her skin, caressing, squeezing, stroking. Arching her back, Kata pressed her full breasts into his cloth covered chest, letting out a low moan. Her small fingers weaved their way into his hair as she pressed his lips harder against her. His pants were now suffocating him, his member aching to be set free. Tongues lapped and twisted together as her legs wrapped around him, begging to be closer. Zuko's hand took hold of Katara's smooth ass and he ground himself into her, grunting lightly as she bucked into his hips.
Zuko swore softly and ripped away from the lip-lock, kissing down the perfect contours of her neck. His teeth nipped at skin, eliciting small gasps and light moans from Katara's lips. She craned her neck, giving him more room to explore. His lips licked a long line from the crook of her neck down to the center of her breasts. His tongue playfully teased the nub, licking around the pert nipple till a growl was sounded from the women in his arms.
"Zuko." She warned, making him chuckle lightly. His name on her lips did things to him even he couldn't explain. His mouth engulfed her tit and sucked harshly. Katara cried out loud and tugged painfully on his hair. Zuko winced but complied, one hand snaking up to toy with the neglected breast. His teeth tugged on her nipple and he dragged his tongue over and around the pert nub. Katara was tossing wildly now, completely caught in her pleasure. Her hips bucked harder into his and Zuko choked on a groan. She was close and so was he. He bucked back against her, never stopping the savage sucking onslaught on her breasts. He had switched to give equal attention
They're hips moved in-sync, colliding against one another in a haphazard pace.
"Zuko... Zuko!" Katara whined as they gained pace and force.
"I know baby." He husked against her skin, fingers pinching her nub unmercifully and his tongue flicked her breast.
"Zuko!" Katara shrieked, head tossing back so far she almost hit the rim, her back arched and Zuko let go of her breast and looked down. The sight of her releasing herself all over his hips made him come undone. He shot his seed into his pants and let out a gruttle moan.
"Katara..."
Zuko's fist stroked his member rapidly, riding out his release as long as possible. He then slumped against the wall and basked in the afterglow of his orgasm, eyes closed and hands by his side, his lax muscle hanging just above a pool of his sperm. That was his best orgasm ever... and it was just through his mind... 'How the hell would it feel in real life?' Zuko groaned at the thought. He would have her, and fuck it all if he let her pass through his fingers. Hate him or not.
One thought filled his mind as he walked on deck. 'You will be mine.'
So on a less creepy note: what you think? :D Yes I know Katara should have some sexy time too but like, she's all in a hissy fit, and it's not like she has seen Zuko naked yet so like... don't lose faith yet ne?