The Fire Nation's Imperial Palace was home to one of the world's greatest libraries; it housed scrolls, leather-bound books, and stone tomes from all four nations. People were always shuffling in and out, perusing the wide, wooden shelves that seemed to continue on and on, never ending.
Katara had never grown up surrounded by a wealth of written knowledge, but she had toured the university at Ba Sing Se and had grown enamored with the smell of old parchment and weathered ink. So, every afternoon, before her nap, she would examine the old shelves and pick through the information about the Water Tribes. All she wanted to do was learn about the history of her people before they were maliciously attacked all those years ago.
She had always been more comfortable reading on the floor, so there were books stacked around her in multi-leveled piles. She was wedged against the floor behind all those piles, reading while propped up on her elbows, feet dangling and shimmying above her rounded backside.
She was sure she never bothered anyone—other than the very stuffy librarian—with her antics. And every day, she would tear down her stacks, sometimes disappointed, sometimes elated, and mosey her way to Zuko's private quarters so she could strip until naked and curl up in his bed. Habits were a hard thing to break, especially when so much of her lover's time was taken up with his occupation.
Huffing a bit at a sentence she had to reread to fully comprehend, Katara felt a shadow overlap the sunlight shining down on her page before something crawled over her. Thinking that she was about to be heinously violated in a public place, she wrenched backward, attempting to maliciously attack her assailant.
A strong hand pinned her down and a warm cheek pressed against her face.
"You need to be quiet," the figure smirked, pressing his warm lips against the side of her neck. He lined her exposed skin with kisses before releasing her arm.
"Z-Zuko?" Katara whispered, twisting her neck as far as it could go.
"The fact that you think it's anybody else is disappointing, Katara," Zuko softly scoffed. He ran his extremely warm digits down her clothed back, pressing his fingers teasingly against her figure whenever he desired.
"We're in the library," she snorted. "Surrounded by lots and lots of people."
"Let them watch."
Katara managed to get her elbow around him and she walloped his side. "No go, Zuko," she sneered, blue eyes darting wildly throughout the room. "No mistletoe in here."
She felt his hot breath against her neck once more and he let out a trembling sigh, coating her skin with a thick layer of ashy smoke. "I always come prepared," he murmured against her skin, tossing a red-berried bush over her shoulder.
Eyes alight, Katara watched the small bundle of greenery bounce against the floor before she bit her lip. "There's still a lot of people here, Zuko. One of them will see us…hear us."
"They won't know unless you want them to."
She felt his hands tug at the base of her tunic, flipping it over her back so he could get to the waistband of her pants. Still biting her lip, Katara didn't do anything when his warm fingers brushed against her bare skin, slipping into the elastic waistband of her leggings so he could pry them down.
Bare-assed and forced onto her knees, the waterbender was quaking, fearful yet oddly turned on with the idea of Zuko fucking her in the middle of a heavily-populated library.
He untied his pants and shoved the front of his waistband down, encouraging his erect member to spring free.
It was a surprise to see his lover playfully reading an old text; he honestly hadn't expected her to be there. In truth, he had been searching for old rice tax records in preparation for his upcoming meeting before he caught sight of her swaying feet. And he became instantly intrigued and aroused.
It had become a sick habit to carry a sprig of mistletoe with him wherever he went; that way, if he ever felt the need and his little minx was nearby, she'd have no qualms against the sudden attention. He had no doubts that she did the same thing, too.
He prodded excitedly at her entrance, testing to see if she was dripping and ready. And when he discovered that she was, indeed, waiting for him, he slowly—tantalizingly slowly—shifted himself deep inside her, pressing his red-clad chest against her blue-clothed back so they could hide behind her wall of books.
He rocked against her gently, feeling the swell of her fatty hips against the rigidity of his pelvis. She was so soft and lithe, a flawless contrast to his gruff and roughened exterior. Katara: beauty, brains, bravery…perfection.
She whimpered softly beneath him, edging forward to her elbows and shifting her knees backward so they could press themselves a little tighter to the carpeted floor. Zuko entangled his legs around hers, pinning her securely beneath him as he plunged deeper and deeper into her womanhood. He groaned quietly in her ear as he rocked, snorts of hot air brushing against her tan cheek.
"You're so sexy when you're holding back your moans," he gruffly muttered against her neck.
Red-faced and whimpering, Katara shoved her fist in her mouth, trying her damnedest to remain quiet while the people around her continued to browse through the vast selections of written knowledge. They had only ever been caught by servants and palace staff before now, and there were several dignitaries and people of note in the library.
A few officers were in the back corner, scouring maps and plotting out routes in the Earth Kingdom so they could deliver food and clothing to the people they had once ransacked. Noblemen were meeting nearby, discussing tax law and waiting patiently for their ruler, who was, once again, late to another meeting. A mixed medley of women were bickering in hushed whispers, arguing excitedly about knitting patterns before one woman spoke a little too loudly, winning the dispute and drawing the attention of the beady-eyed librarian, who, of course, looked like a book-loving prude with tight lips and a wiry face. In all, she looked like the female, human form of Wan Shi Tong, minus the eating people and turning them into masks part.
Teeth dug into tan flesh, muffling the waterbender's moans through her clenched fist.
Zuko was moving slowly. In…and out. In…and out. Gentle waves of friction filling his lover as he poked between her dripping folds.
"Relax," he purred, kissing her earlobe. "Just relax and let me make you come."
His pelvis was uncomfortably hot against her ass and she bucked against him once and then twice, desperate for an orgasm.
The furthest stack of books collapsed, clattering loudly to the floor. The carpet managed to absorb some of the noise, but it drew the attention of the owlish librarian. In her round-desked perch, she sniveled haughtily, shushed dramatically at the gaggling women going over their knitting, and started prowling about, searching for the source of the racket.
She started zig-zagging through the shelved corridors, nose high, sniffing out trouble. She kicked out the group of women who had resumed bickering. And then she went down the next aisle.
Blue eyes peered through the stacks of books around her. She released her clenched fist and moaned, "Zuko, she's coming."
Zuko snarled against her neck and bit down, sucking the flesh until it bruised. "Yeah," he panted, still swaying against her rump, "but I'm not, yet."
He wiggled a little faster, determined to finish before being caught by the prudish librarian. His hips sprang tight against Katara's, smashing her forcefully against the floor and making the wooden floorboards beneath the carpet screech with his labored movements.
Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.
The carpet shifted underneath them and Katara pushed her book away and pressed her face flush to the ground, trying to stifle the noise, lest they draw attention to themselves.
Trudging down another row, the librarian shifted her gaze all about, staring intently at the soldiers pouring over their maps. She side-stepped one or two of them, nosing her way into their conversation and shuffling the papers about, dismissing them with a comical, clenched fist. A few scowled at her before grabbing their charts and departing, muffling insulting remarks about her beak-like nose and large-rimmed glasses.
Zuko thrust rigorously against her, sacs bouncing against her dripping lips as he increased his pace.
The librarian paused, hearing the noise.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
And then she turned down the next aisle, head bobbing left and right, kicking out a few more people as she passed them. She tore books out of hands and righted them back into their proper places before proceeding. Spectators—those who thought they wouldn't be bothered by the snooping woman—paused mid-line to amusingly watch the scene unfold.
Nobody could see the Fire Lord and the waterbender going at it, but they could hear the squeaks of the floorboards and the wet smacks. A few nearby servants guessed what was happening, but they were tight-lipped and blushing as the librarian shooed them away.
She resumed stalking through the stacks, head still tilting from side to side, dismissing more and more people as they broke into laughter as she passed.
Biting down on Katara's shoulder once more, Zuko muffled his wail, and hot, sticky ooze poured out of his cock, coating the waterbender's snatch in his essence. Katara moaned at the full feeling, coming dangerously close to her own release. All of the friction and danger of the situation heightened her sensations, but she hadn't quite reached her peak, and she was left at the brink of a release, face scrunched together.
When his dick stopped twitching and slowly curled back against him, he withdrew, scowling at his unsatisfied lover. Dribbles of cum dripped out and he shook himself, patted his lover's rump affectionately, and retied his pants.
Katara wiggled, still pinned underneath him, and shifted the waistband of her pants above her ass. The carpet was soaked with their juices and she tried to scrub the stain from the floor with her fingernails, attempting to dry it out with her bending.
Cum didn't bend well and she ended up huffing at her failed attempts as Zuko sat upright, an amused smirk on his face.
"What are you two doing over there?" the librarian snapped, seeing a man sitting behind a small pile of books. She paused when she saw the culprits, but then continued to advance, undeterred that it was her ruler who was making such an odd-sounding racket.
Katara grabbed her book and flipped a page, appearing nonchalant and innocent. Zuko, meanwhile, smacked her ass in full view of the owlish woman and stood.
"Just leaving," he said, readjusting his pants and looking at his red-faced lover. He smirked like he was about to devour her. "You'll come and see me later, right?" he asked with a wink.
Blue eyes looked up and Katara's thick lips pulled into a smirk. "I'll wait for you to see me before I come." She winked back.
The librarian looked mortified and she watched the Fire Lord blow by her. She looked at the waterbender, lips twitching. "Out," she barked.
Without a retort, Katara wiggled from the floor, exposing the stain in the carpet.
The prudish, book-loving, owl-like woman scowled at the discoloration, lips jerking and left eye twitching. "Out!" she wailed, flailing her arms. "Out! All of you!" She stooped low and grabbed the bushel of mistletoe, examining it carefully before flinging it across the room, enraged.
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