Disappointed, guys. 93 people looked at "Bondage" yesterday, and I only received 3 reviews. To those 90 people who looked at my nicely-crafted smut and didn't tell me what they thought, shaaaaaame on you.

I can't spank you, but I'm going to give you a chance to be good...redeem yourself. 5 reviews for this chapter, people. This is mandatory for an update tomorrow.

Strictly following the definition, a quickie is "verb: something done or made quickly." Disregarding the typical, definitive version of that word, Katara and Zuko were taking full advantage of its slang counterpart: "noun: a brief act of sexual intercourse." Whenever either were together and saw a small plume of greenery hanging from the ceiling, both would skitter off together and disappear for an average of two-to-three minutes. And when they returned, both were red-faced and breathing hard while righting their disheveled clothes.

One time, Zuko mysteriously vanished while talking to Sokka. The Water Tribe warrior turned his back on the man for three seconds—oh yes, Sokka counted—and the royal had poofed…vanished without a trace...until he returned a few moments later, tying his pants feverishly. Another time, Katara was wandering the gardens with Aang. And when her blue eyes found a smirking Fire Lord across a field of flowers, a green bush in hand, she made some excuse about needing to do "lady things" and ran off, never bothering to return, and leaving a very confused monk in the gardens for a few hours. And then there was today…

Lavish parties celebrating the upcoming holidays (Winter Solstice and Christmas) happened about once a week. The Fire Lord would appear to appease his people and the palace's many guests. His visits were usually aloof and unscheduled since he typically had other things to do, but he never once failed to at least pop in. He had almost missed the very first party entirely, but managed to catch the last few minutes…and, of course, he attended the famed After Party, which was the reason for his uncharacteristically good mood when he walked into today's celebration.

His golden eyes quickly scanned the attendants and he frowned at the mixture of Fire Nation nobility and foreign visitors. Realistically, he was only looking for one blue-eyed, busty babe, but he couldn't find his little minx. With a smirk, Zuko meandered around his guests, talking to a few who were important military advisers—those he had slighted a little bit when Katara had decided to give him a glorious and public blowie while concealed under the table—and a few others who wanted to talk about reestablishing trade with the Eastern Earth Kingdom and the Northern Water Tribe.

Zuko was happy to listen to all of his patrons. And he nodded, brought up his own reservations, and continued talking to his guests whenever appropriate.

Presently, he was talking to a Northern Water Tribe dignitary—a rare blue-clad man in a sea of green and red—and he had the man by the elbow, explaining his uncertainties about the topic the man chose to talk about.

"I would be happy to hear all about the polar-bear puppy trade, but I'm afraid that I'm not informed enough on the matt—" Zuko stopped talking, eyes widening when he saw her come through the door.

Katara was wearing an absurdly slinky, black dress. Thin straps wrapped around her tan shoulders before the fabric widened and pooled around each breast. The neckline was low, ridiculously low since those large straps didn't fully meet until her naval. The dress was comically short, stopping just below her deliciously shaved pussy. And when she turned, everybody in the room was able to look at the flawless expanse of skin on her back. Those thin straps that wound around her shoulders in the front continued down her back until just before the part of her butt cheeks. If she had to bend over, everybody would be graced with a view of her bodacious booty. Her legs were bare, feet covered with a sexy pair of strapped, peep-toed pumps, the latest fashion making waves throughout the Fire Nation.

Altogether, she looked perfect, and she was walking the room like she owned the joint. Heads turned as she passed and whispers formed in her wake, but the waterbender couldn't give a damn about the other people wearing their long-sleeved, no-skin-showing attire. No, she only had eyes for the golden-eyed man in the center of the room who had fallen speechless the moment he saw her. Zuko was all she cared about. Not Aang, not Sokka, and certainly not the disgusted Northern Water Tribe dignitary whose mouth looked like it was about to catch a swarm of flies.

Zuko. Only Zuko.

"Fire Lord," she teasingly muttered as she tipped her front forward, bowing respectively yet showing way more skin than appropriate.

Disgusted, and maybe a little turned on, the Northern dignitary traipsed away. Women in his culture didn't act so suggestively…or lewdly. It was…distracting. And he was shaking his head and grabbing at his furry pants as he walked away.

"Ka-Katara," Zuko stuttered, still wide-eyed. The dick hanging between his legs was slowly rising as she batted her mascaraed and cat-eyed eyes at him. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! "You're…uhh…late," he said, his voice two octaves higher than it usually was.

Katara let a throaty, sexy giggle escape her throat. "Hmmmm," she hummed, "yes, I suppose I am. I had a little trouble getting…" Her tongue darted out of her mouth and ran slowly across her lips, jutting out the left side suggestively. "…a pair of panties on. So I just opted to come without."

Zuko had been holding a glass and it shattered in his hand. Aged wine seeped into the small cuts, but he wasn't really paying attention. Katara reached forward, heels clinking as she sauntered closer. A white orb of healing water was in her palm, and she grabbed his hand and started tending to the small wounds.

"You really should be more careful, Zuko," she purred, puckering her blue-painted lips at him. "I wouldn't want to waste all that blood when I want it to go…somewhere else, later." She let one curious hand travel between his panted legs; her own figure was blocking everybody else's view, so nobody saw her test if Zuko was interested.

"Later?" he squeaked.

"Hmmmm, perhaps," she cooed, stepping away from him. "If you play your cards right."

Involuntarily, Zuko stepped forward, wanting to feel her body heat against him. Wanting to put his dick anywhere, in or on her.

"Ohh, sweatheart," she tutted, "oh, not right now." Thick, brown tresses were pulled back behind her head as she adjusted her hair. The movement shifted her dress around and accentuated her tits, smooshing them together for a moment before separating them.

Oh, fuuuuuuck me, Zuko thought, unblinkingly watching her movements.

She smirked at him, blue pouty lips scrunching together and heavily-lidded eyelids batting at him.

"Do you like my dress?"

Zuko opened his mouth, but nothing other than a painful sound came out. He was trying to fight against his body. All he wanted to do was take the waterbender to the floor and pound into her senselessly. Ogling guests be damned.

Instead of speaking, he snapped his mouth closed and nodded.

"Well goody," she smiled, wiggling her hips as she walked away. She looked back at him and winked. "I bought it just for tonight."

Dumbfounded, Zuko watched her leave, her dress shifting slightly as she slunk into the crowd. All the Fire Lord could hear was the sound of those high heels clinking, the sound of her departing…getting farther and farther away from him.

He gulped, a painful noise catching in the middle of his throat.

"F-Fire Lord Zuko, s-sir?"

Zuko didn't hear the servant stammering at him, interrupting his dirty thoughts. Oh, what was he going to do to that blue-eyed girl when the party was over? Fuck, he was going to plow into her. And it was going to be amazing.

"Fi-Fire Lord?"

A hand was waved in front of his face, and Zuko blinked, refocusing. Standing in front of him was his most-trusted servant, a man comically known as Lee. There were a thousand people named Lee in the Fire Nation.

"Yeah, Lee?"

"Sir, you wanted me to let you know when the prisoner was here."

"Prisoner?"

The servant nodded. "Yes, sir. The leader of the resistance fighters."

"O-oh. Oh yeah. Thanks."

"He's set up in the palace prison. The guards will watch him until you're ready to conduct your questioning."

"Y-yeah. Great. Thanks."

With another nod, the servant scooted away from the party.

Zuko scanned the crowd again, wondering where his little minx traveled to. His eyes didn't have to look very far. Katara was in the corner of the room, tongue playfully rolling a straw around her glass. The tip of her tongue was circling the straw until she pulled her glass up a bit and let the small swath of pink flesh travel up and down the short length of it.

She's toying with me, Zuko realized. What a bad...baaaaad girl.

His pants were getting uncomfortably tight, but he continued watching her flick her tongue across her lips. That teasingly, glistening tongue trailed across her upper lip, her blue eyes never leaving his. Until she glanced skyward.

Golden eyes followed her gaze and Zuko gaped.

Hanging tantalizingly above her was a fabulous plume of green. Mistletoe.

A few guests made their way to the Fire Lord, wanting to air their grievances. But Zuko shooed them away and started walking toward the suggestively-clad, blue-eyed, busty-titted, deliciously-naughty waterbender.

Oh, he was going to fuck her senseless.

Blue eyes watched her lover stumble through the crowd and she smirked before slipping further into her corner, behind a decorative curtain. She made sure to disappear painfully slowly, that way Zuko could follow her. She waited, ready for a delicious fucking, before she felt the thick fabric shift, accepting another visitor.

Both knew that they couldn't talk. There was still a party going on around them, and their hiding space, while hidden in a darkened corner, wasn't soundproof.

Talking wasn't what either of the teens wanted to do, anyway.

Zuko's hands grabbed onto Katara's waist and ripped her dress up above her mischievously uncovered and slick pussy. Meanwhile, Katara fumbled with Zuko's pants before she jerked his eager member out with both hands, running her manicured nails up and down his length. Zuko grabbed Katara's bare ass and lifted her into the air, pressing her tight against the wall behind her for support. To get a better grip, the waterbender wrapped her legs around her lover's waist and pulled him dangerously close to her impatient snatch.

Zuko thrusted forward and up, and he let out thick breaths as he mercilessly pounded into her. Katara's arms wound around his neck and she forced herself to moan quietly into his ear, urging him to go faster and faster.

"Come on, baby." Her mouth was pressed against his good ear, words tantalizingly grazing his lobe.

Zuko jutted up, forcing his lover to bounce against the wall with each thrust. One of Katara's tits popped out of her ridiculous dress and Zuko grabbed it, roughly massaging the taped nipple with one heated palm.

The curtain wiggled around them, heightening their enthusiasm. A few servants—those who had caught them on a few separate occasions—probably knew what was happening behind the crimson velvet, but nobody dared bother them. Party guests were wandering around, a few occasionally asking others where the Fire Lord went. But still, nobody bothered to check behind the jiggling expanse of decorative fabric.

As quickly as it started, it was over. Zuko pressed hard against Katara, grunting a little bit as his cock trembled in her hungry pussy. Katara could feel the jet of cum squirt into her, filling every empty and aching inch of her womanhood.

The Fire Lord pulled out and stilled, and Katara unwound her arms and legs from him, tugging down her dress and popping her tan tit back into the thick strap. She reached down and tied Zuko's pants, lips opening dangerously close to his limp dick. A puff of warm breath assaulted his sensitive skin and the Fire Lord suddenly wanted more than just a quickie, especially since the waterbender hadn't reached her peak.

With a smirk, Katara stood to her full height and brushed her hands down the tight fabric of her dress. Her fingers went in between her wet thighs and she teasingly flicked her clit. "To be continued…" she said, opening the curtain and sashaying away.

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