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Cold Shoulder	By : AloofandAndrogynous Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 23509 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cold Shoulder
Disclaimer – Avatar is not mine. It belongs to Ryan DiMartino and Brian Koneitzko.
Okay…I got this idea, based off a comment someone made a while ago on LJ about the prophecy that Katara would marry a powerful bender, and someone had suggested (out of teasing) that it could be Pakku. This was such a interesting idea that I simply had to try it.
Warnings. Um… If you don’t like old men and young girls, turn back. Other than that…yeah, this story is not for little kiddies. Please note I started writing this before the season finale. So in this story the turn of events is a bit different. Pakku never went to the South Pole, and it was Katara who went back instead.
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Katara was miserable, more miserable than she had ever been, she mused as the gondola floated through the city, the man she had just married sitting at her side. The walls of the buildings seemed to close in onto her, and the water surrounding her seemed cold and forbidding.
Without her knowledge, Pakku had asked her father for her hand in marriage...and her father had said yes!
Katara and Aang had remained at the North for a while, training under Pakku, before they left, and a little over a year later she had turned sixteen. It was supposed to be a happy occasion for her, until her father had made a fateful announcement. That announcement had come a few weeks after a convoy of North Water Tribe members came to the South, wishing to reinforce their ties. But somehow, her father had ended up with quite a few nice gifts. There were a few for her as well, including a gorgeous new parka, and Hakoda had not explained why. Since her sixteenth birthday had been a month away, she had thought it was a birthday gift. She was mistaken, for it was a different kind of gift.
So this meant a trip to the North Pole for her and her father. Her grandmother was already dead, and her father was strangely mum on the trip.
It was not until they were settled in the city that she found out why she had been brought here. Some sweet sixteen this turned out to be.
She remained cold and miserable, at first trying to argue with her father. But he remained convinced that this was a good match, as the South was struggling and she would have a better life here, her husband was wealthy, and a powerful Waterbender at that. Which would most likely guarantee Waterbending progeny, and the Water Tribes were always in need of that.
She went through the motions of compliance, behaving herself, although thoughts of suicide or running away frequented her thoughts as well as disbelief. Pakku was her Waterbending teacher. Now he was to be her husband. The wedding feast and ceremony today had been hell for her. She had to fight back the urge to just flee into the frozen wasteland beyond the city. And now there was the wedding night to look forward to.
Her hair was done up and she wore her fine new parka… all of her clothing was in fact new, but none of that mattered to her. She refused to make eye contact with her husband, folding her arms as she looked out at the water. She had half a mind to plunge off the gondola and let herself sink to the bottom, but there was no doubt Pakku would fish, or more accurately, bend her out of the water.
Idly, she fiddled around with one of her braids, fingering the polished shell clasp.
"The parka I had made for you is rather becoming of you." Pakku said as he glanced down at her. She did not reply and continued staring at the water. Her new parka was not the light or medium blue that most people of the Water Tribe wore, but it was a deep blue like his own.
She stiffened a little as the boat came to a gradual stop and looked up to see one of the buildings, assuming correctly that this was to be her new residence.
"Come along now." Pakku said as he reached for her hand. She had to resist the urge to yank her hand away violently or throw up on him.
That’d be a fine way to start off the wedding night, emptying her stomach on her groom. Perhaps that would make him lose interest in her.
But no. Part of her knew it was immature, and she did not want to arouse the ire of her groom, or disappoint her father. So she held back the meager amount of food she had eaten at the sumptuous wedding feast even as she felt Pakku’s fingers on the side of her neck, brushing against it gently. She groaned softly and jerked away involuntarily, coming so close to slapping him right there, before glaring at him silently. The driver of the gondola glanced over at them curiously as he waited for them to climb off.
She had felt so miserable at the ceremony and feast, even when everyone congratulated her for marrying such a powerful Waterbender. Her own rank in the city was now high because of him, but she didn’t care. Sokka had looked surprised she was marrying Pakku and Aang…he had looked so sad. Whenever she looked over at him, she had seen such wistful grey eyes staring at her. She wanted to go over to him and hug him and tell her that she had never agreed to this. But she was given no such opportunity for a quiet moment. It had been a whirlwind of activity since arriving at the North Pole.
The wedding had been three days after she had arrived – such a short amount of time for her to grow on the idea of Pakku’s bride! She had been surrounded by a bustle of activity, with barely a moment to sit down and breathe, and she had been with Pakku a few times as well, once alone, just to talk, and twice in others’ company…she didn’t like it either way.
I’m supposed to be married to someone who loves me! Someone who I love back! Someone who wouldn’t go behind my back and pull a stunt like this! she thought furiously as she stepped off the gondola. She would rather be married to Aang or even Zuko than this arrogant, dour and selfish man. He was harsh enough as her teacher, what would he be like as a husband?
Pakku held back a smirk as his bride stepped off the gondola, steadying herself with his hand just a bit. Even though she had behaved herself, he knew she was not happy, but that would come to pass. What mattered was that she was now his, and a lovely bride she was. He had feared for a moment that her father wouldn’t accept his proposal, thank the spirits that he did.
He had come to admire her greatly when she was training under him as a student, and when she left he found out that he had missed her sorely. She was like no other woman, and he was determined to have her back. Katara might think that he wanted her because she had a resemblance to Kana, but he was not so petty as to marry for that. He had never desired any other woman as much as he did Katara, not even Kana. Now, it looked as if he might have a bit of happiness, after all his lonely years, with a worthy wife. Whether she would willingly make him happy, was debatable, but he was determined.
He remembered waiting with bated breath as the convoy of boats reached the North Pole, for then he would have his answer, and there were no words to describe the satisfaction he had felt when he saw father and daughter at the prow of the leading boat. He had nearly done a dance of joy right there and then on the city wall. Even though Katara had been short with him during their private meeting, he was not deterred at all.
Katara looked up at him defiantly when she had her feet placed firmly on the walk. The gondola drifted away, and he simply responded to her defiant glare with a smirk.
"Shall we, wife?" Pakku asked as he turned towards the building. She said nothing, but did not jerk away when he tugged at her hand, leading her into the building and walking up a flight of stairs to his residence. Not once did she make eye contact or look up at him, but that mattered not.
They came to a large and comfortable-looking chamber, with furs and rugs scattered about the floor, along with a couple on the walls, to make for a very cozy-looking living space. In the middle of this chamber raged a fire, and their wedding gifts were already put in here and set about loosely out of the way. A couple of hanging blankets on the walls led to smaller chambers, and another flight of stairs led to the rooftop which led to a very impressive view of the city. His status as Waterbending Master led him to be able to secure one of the best living quarters.
On the other side of the chamber was a large pile of furs and blankets, and now he would have someone to keep that pile warm. The fire cast its cheery glow all around the room and he looked down at his wife. He could see that despite her unhappiness, she was impressed. She would be living more than comfortably with him.
Pakku turned back to the entrance and lifted his arms, ice and snow climbing up and forming a wall so it was as if the door had never been there. He had to hold back a chuckle as he noticed the look of dismay in his wife’s eyes. She was certainly honest with her emotions. Even if she stayed calm, showing no signs of obvious defiance or unhappiness, he could read it all in her eyes as if she were an open book. He admired her spirit and knew she would be an excellent companion for him despite her rebellious streak… although he would show her who was the boss.
Katara watched as the door disappeared, holding back a sigh. She had learned plenty from Pakku, and if she wanted to open the door, she had to either make it collapse or break it into pieces for she wasn’t yet proficient enough to open or close it smoothly as he just did. She knew he would stop her if she tried to open the door and flee.
She walked to one side of the room, looking out the windows. She hadn’t expected to see the impressive view that was to be had, and held back a soft gasp as she realized just how much could be seen. The waxing moonlight bathed the city in hues of blue and silver, and for a moment she forgot about just why she was here.
"Beautiful isn’t it?" Pakku asked as he approached from behind, his eyes on the girl and ignoring the view before them. He had seen it often enough to ignore it sometimes.
"Yes." she said quietly, stiffening a bit. He had to go and ruin the moment with that comment! And as if on cue, it was just now that she noticed the square in front of the Palace, just on the left side of the panorama she was looking out at, where the wedding ceremony had been held. Most of the people were gone now and two or three milled about on their own business.
She held back a sigh as she looked away from this and back at the buildings and canals, wishing she was free right now. Her eyes traveled to her gloves and she picked up one hand, looking at the glove. It was new along with her parka – and the rest of her wardrobe, but these things mattered nothing to her, nor did the gems in her hair. She knew Pakku was wealthy but what was that to her? She did not care for him and it was heartbreaking for her to find herself being married against her will.
She could just stare out the window forever if it would hold off what would come next, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. And when she felt Pakku place his hands on her waist from behind, she knew it was sooner.
I hope he has a heart attack and leaves me a rich widow, Katara thought dryly, before she felt his breath on the side of her neck, instinctively she pushed him away and spun around to face him.
"Being defiant again, aren't we?" Pakku said in that condescending tone that made her want to smack him. Katara simply glared back at him and Pakku glared right back, crossing his arms and looking down at her. She glared at him with a cold intensity in her blue eyes that made the barren ice fields that surrounded the city seem warm in comparison, and any other man would have been put off. But not Pakku.
"You are mine now, Katara. Get used to it."
"No I won’t! I am not a thing to be taken!" she shot back defiantly, stomping her foot.
"You are mine. Now, do as I say and stop being defiant. Your place is here at home here with me and not gallivanting around with a child."
"You never even asked me if I wanted to marry! You just asked my father and bribed him with gifts! What the hell would you want me for anyway? I'm just a poor Southern Watertribe girl! So go to hell because I hate you!"
Pakku stared at her for a moment before he grabbed her arm and yanked her close, their bodies pressed flush together.
"Because I can, and I don’t care if you hate me." Pakku snarled, even though deep within, her declaration cut with the precision of a honed shard of ice, stabbing clear through his heart.
"If you chose me because I look like Kana, that is a sick and disgusting reason! I am not her and I cannot replace her, not that I would even want to!" Katara said, her voice dripping with contempt.
"My reasons are my own." Pakku said, her grip around her arm tightening.
"I'm not a plaything or a replacement for someone else." she said, looking out the window again, trying to pull away.
"Go lay down." the Waterbending Master replied calmly, letting go of her arm.
"Ohh no, I most certainly will not!" Katara shot back.
"Yes you will." he replied with a calm tone, as if he was speaking to an unruly child. She spun around to glare at him.
"Like I said before…I am not a replacement or a plaything. I refuse to be treated like one."
"You will do as I say and like it."
"No I will not!" she said loudly, her beautiful blue eyes glinting with her fierce spirit, causing a shiver to pass through the old man. She was more than what she thought he saw her to be – but he did not have to explain his reasons to her! She was right, but he was not going to encourage her defiance. She was his, and that was that.
"You are mine, and that is all that will be said on this matter."
"I am not anyone's, especially not a arrogant and condescending bastard like you who went behind my back to get my hand in marriage!" she snapped and Pakku grabbed her arm, pulling her into the direction of the pile of furs.
Katara yelled and dug her feet into the floor.
"I refuse to let you rape me!" she said and Pakku stopped for a moment. Katara blinked when she felt the pull on her stop and looked up to see the stunned expression on his face. His eyes narrowed and he appeared deep in thought, as if what she said had actually mattered to him.
Pakku looked down at her and loosened his grip, letting her stand there like a statue as she stared back at him coldly. He had no intention to be violent to her, that was unbecoming of his conduct as a husband and teacher, but she would learn her place.
"You are mine Katara… now stop acting stubborn and start being a wife."
"I never asked to be one." she said quietly, looking away. He noticed the sadness in her eyes, and longed to comfort her. But he was so set in his ways, that he had no idea just how to mollify her.
"That does not matter." Pakku shrugged as he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"No, it doesn’t matter to you, it didn’t matter to my father or anyone else. What does it matter what I want, I am just a stupid girl." Katara said in a voice that was soft yet full of self-depreciation.
"You’re my ‘stupid girl’ now." Pakku shot out before he could find gentler words to say. She pulled away from him, going back to the window. He was about to say something else when he paused, hearing her hold back a sob.
She said nothing as she stood there, letting the moonlight fall on her face as tears fell down her cheeks. Her wedding was supposed to be a joyous occasion and it was nothing of the sort! What would her mother or grandmother-now both dead, say if they saw her like this? Unhappily married to a man old enough to be her grandsire?
He felt conflicted. Part of him wanted to order her to stop crying. He was a stern and harsh man who had little tolerance for other people’s weaknesses. But deeper within him, a stirring of compassion pulled at him to comfort her instead. After all, she was his wife, and he had chosen her above all else. It would do no good to have her turn against him, and he wanted her affection.
Katara said nothing as he wrapped her arms around her, and she placed her mittened hands over her mouth to muffle her sobs as the tears fell down her cheeks.
"It’s okay. Everything will be better." Pakku said calmly, squeezing her just a bit.
"No, it won’t!" Katara choked out.
"Yes it will."
"How?" Katara asked miserably as she pulled away from him. "I never asked for any of this! I’m not her! You will find that out and be disappointed!"
"No I will not be."
"What makes you so sure? I am not she! Get that through your head!’ Katara said, taking off her necklace and hurling it to the floor.
"You have her beauty and grace." And more, Pakku mused, not answering her question and statement.
"You’re comparing me to her." she said, huffing and turning away. She wanted a man who wanted her for…well, her. Like Aang. Poor, sweet Aang…
"And what if I am?"
"This was not my dream of being married! I wanted a man who loves me for me, not some sleazy old Waterbending master who’s twisted enough to marry someone who’s young enough to be his grandchild! I’ll kill myself!" she shouted at him.
His hand narrowly missed her face but she stood firm, not even flinching a bit. And he was impressed; he mused as he studied his wife closely. She had more fire than Kana ever did, much more, and with so much raw talent on top of that. He had not actually been intending to hit her, but people would usually flinch when they thought they would be struck.
"You will do as I say."
"This is a sham of a marriage. Understand that I am not and will not ever be her. I am Katara!" she said icily and she could have sworn she saw a glimmer in his eye.
He closed the space between them and pulled her close, placing a deep kiss on her lips. His breath, she had expected to taste like raw fish, but surprisingly, it did not. She let out an involuntary moan as he lightly bit on her lip before moving to her cheek and down to her throat, his breath surprisingly hot against her skin.
"Be honest with me Pakku, and tell me why you really want me. Be completely honest, so I can understand. If it is because of my grandmother, tell me. If it's because I am pretty and young, tell me. Be honest, no matter what it is. Don’t tell me that ‘you have your reasons’. I don’t want any illusions between us."
She stood there, her arms now folded across her chest, waiting for an answer.
"Fine. You want an answer? Take your pick or take all of them – you look enough like her, you are young and beautiful, you are a good Waterbender, or you make good breeding stock. Or should I rattle off more reasons why I should have taken you as my bride?" Pakku shot back. Katara looked down at the floor and sighed softly. He knew it wasn’t the right answer, but she was already unhappy enough and he didn’t think she would take to the truth well. And he was her husband and master – he could say and do whatever he wanted. Course, he wasn’t going to abuse that right and beat or mistreat her.
"Breeding stock?" Katara said icily after a moment, "With a asshole like you to sire my children, I’m going to abort them."
"I’ll make sure you don’t." Pakku shot back authoritatively.
"I’ll throw myself down the stairs or into the icy water!" she said, trying to not cry as she ripped the trinkets out of her hair and hurled them at him.
"You'll do as I say and like it." Pakku said with a shrug.
"Take the necklace and trinkets and shove it!" she said, sitting down in the corner and pulling her parka over her head, obscuring her face completely. He set his jaw and strode over to her, grabbing the parka and yanking it off before she could fight him off. She yelped as she tried to grab it back and fell down on her rear end, sitting there dazedly and looking up at him.
"Mine." Pakku growled as he tossed the parka aside.
"No!’ Katara yelled and her power lashed out for her, ripping water out of one of the cisterns that he kept in another corner. It turned into a shower of ice, blowing at him and coating him in a neat layer of crystal. When she saw what she had done, she stared at him. With a flick of his hands, he lifted the thin coat of ice off himself.
Katara quickly got up, trying to make a mad dash past him, but he grabbed her and spun her around, looking down at her.
"I’m not going to hurt you, Katara." he said firmly, squeezing her just a little before his lips descended down on hers again, causing her to try to pull away again. He held her firmly, and gently guided her over to the edge of the pile of furs before lowering her down.
She had on a thick and soft over robe of deep blue, and under that was a snow-silk robe made for intimate moments, of a soft blue color that matched her eyes. He had these made for her even before she had come here in the hopes that her father had accepted his proposal. And she looked beautiful in them.
As soon as she was seated, he carefully let go and looked down at her. She didn’t dash for it, which was good.
"Please. Don’t do this to me." Katara said quietly, her hands clasped together almost as if she was begging. He crossed his arms and smirked before he answered her.
"Do what? Take my wife? Why not?"
"I never asked for this…my dream was to me told that I was loved…and married to someone who cared for me and wanted me to be happy…" she said softly, looking down. Her hair was now partially loose after ripping out the shell clasps and it strangely suited her.
"Dreams are foolish." Pakku said, seeing her face fall just a little.
"They are not as important as life." he added.
"No they are not…" Katara conceded with a sigh, "But they are important in their own right nonetheless."
Pakku stared at her for a moment before uncrossing his arms. She looked back up at him, saying nothing. If he had a gentler personality, he might have offered her a reassuring smile.
He moved his arm in the direction of the cistern and drew out enough water to make a few modestly-sized water whips. Katara stared with a bit of surprise and a bit of fear, not knowing what might come next. She shivered a little and then gasped in surprise when the whips, gliding through the air almost like eels through the water, acted like a extra pair of arms for Pakku, nudging at her outer robe, getting it open and lifting it aside as he stood there, moving his hands through the air calmly. She looked up at him curiously as she sat there in her under-robe. Her nipples were just barely visible through the fabric and he held back a shiver of desire, feeling a stirring that he almost forgotten existed.
"You see what a real Waterbending Master can do." Pakku said with a small smirk as the tendrils of water slowly circled her as if seeking something from her body. She sat there like a statue, her eyes moving between the snakes and him, and let out a low moan as one of them brushed against the nape of her neck. She blushed a little when it slithered around her neck to the front, caressing her collarbone as well.
Her breath came out in a shuddering gasp as the snake dove southward, between her breasts and under her robe, slithering along her stomach and waist just below her ribcage.
Another one joined the first, slithering under her robe to play with her breasts, its cool body sliding against her nipples and causing another moan to emanate from her pert little lips. She shivered a little as they worked together to lift the thin robe and her underwear off her body, leaving her bare before her husband.
Pakku eyed her appreciatively, taking in her naked curves for the first time. She was indeed beautiful, with soft round breasts and curves in all the right places and thighs that looked very inviting. Kana had been a bit more voluptuous than Katara, but he rather liked the curves of his new bride – they suited her right. Not overly curvy, yet not too slim. His eyes slowly moved up and down her body as she blushed even more, averting her face from his appraising gaze.
His hands moved through the air and the water slithered along Katara’s body, traveling over the soft curves and planes of her beautiful tanned flesh as if exploring a new home. He smirked when he saw her shiver in pleasure as the water massaged her nipples and thighs. Even though he was not actually touching her with his hands he could feel her through the water, which was truly a extension of himself, although that didn’t mean he would not be touching her with his own fingers later on.
He gently guided one of the aquatic tendrils down to between her thighs, rubbing the tip of it against the outer lips of her intimate areas. He watched with a tiny smirk as she gasped and shivered, blushing even more as she sat there before him completely bare, the water whip nudging her thighs open more.
"You are mine Katara, mine and no one else's." Pakku whispered. He watched a single tear slide down her eye even as she shivered in pleasure when he guided the snake into her slowly. He caused it to wiggle just a bit, watching as she gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes, causing him to chuckle softly even as he used the other water whips to gently ease her onto her back and spread her wider. She was simply beautiful. Completely and utterly, even more than Kana or any other woman and he was even more glad to have this one as his wife.
Katara moaned softly and arched her back, feeling the soft and thick furs against her body, rocking her hips as the water delved into her further, teasing her and slightly rippling in her, sending pleasurable sensations shooting from her tight walls to her abdomen and thighs. The others administered to her with as much care, playing with and teasing her breasts and nipples and slithering along her body in seemingly random movements, causing her to give out low moans and whimpers as she felt a certain pressure deep inside of her build.
Pakku smirked more widely and caused the tendrils of water to intensify their administrations, watching as his bride squirmed around on the furs as if trying to escape the touches as she approached her climax. He felt his body respond to the sight of her writhing around like that, with the water whips holding her in a utmost erotic embrace.
He watched her closely and listened to her sharp cry as she approached her release, her limbs stiffening and shaking for a moment before they went limp. Her head lolled back on the furs as she let out the barest of whimpers. Seeing her like that only intensified his desire and he put the drew the water whips away, before drawing closer to her, looking at the delicate flush on her face as she looked up at him shyly.
"Now, your wedding night is not turning out to be so bad isn’t it?" Pakku asked as he looked down at her. He noticed a small shiver pass through her and smirked even more. With her relaxed like this, she would be more pliant for what was to come.
Katara had never felt such intense pleasure from anything, and the explosion between her legs had nearly driven her out of her mind, what with the tendril of water rippling and wiggling around inside of her and against that sensitive bud she had known she had but never really explored. It moved from that area through her body like a surging tide, and even after the initial explosion the pleasure still rode through her in small waves.
Her head was turned to one side but she could still see him and looked through half-lidded eyes as he removed his parka, then his robe. He was lean and wiry, and was in excellent shape despite his age, hell he was in better shape than some men half his age. She wondered if benders had longer life expectancies, she had heard that Avatars often lived a very long period of time unless they were killed. Did skilled bender have better life expectancies because of their spiritual connection with their element?
Pakku looked at her levelly as he leaned down; climbing on top of her and placing a light kiss on her lips and then her cheeks, tasting of her sweet flesh. He would show her that despite his age – he knew that the young men in the city thought that they could beat a older man hands down in the arts of pleasure – he could put up a more than decent performance. Even though he couldn’t remember the last time he had sex, he was confident in his abilities and his stamina. And he had common sense – though that was most likely tempered with age as well – knowing that lovemaking was more than just placing yourself in a woman and thrusting away, as these silly young men thought.
The Waterbending Master leaned his head in again and placed a tender kiss on her cheek, and saw that she looked a bit surprised, clearly having not expected a gentle gesture from him at all. Had she really been expecting a husband who would be rough with her? Granted, he was a stern teacher, but he honestly hadn’t expected her to form such a strong impression of him. He would show her how good he could be in bed and then perhaps she would be more well disposed towards his company and attention.
When he had given her a few more light kisses, he got back on his feet and removed his boots and then the rest of his clothing, standing before her naked. She simply blushed and stared away, avoiding the sight of his erection earnestly. It was throbbing, demanding that he put it inside of her, and he gave himself a few strokes, satisfied that it was as hard as it had always been.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked. She shook her head and started to back away a little, wiggling across the furs. He grabbed her by her ankles before she could try to hide again. The maiden moaned softly and struggled a little, and he could see that she was getting panicked again as the moment approached.
"Don’t be afraid. Just relax and let go and you will enjoy it." Pakku said as he slowly let go of her ankles and she lay there quietly.
"If you like, you can bundle one of the furs or blankets under your head to get more comfortable." he suggested. She nodded, rolling up one and laying it under her head and neck. She however was adamant in not looking at him and he shook his head, snapping his fingers. He enjoyed looking at her body so much and he wanted to be admired too. It could be called male ego, but he didn’t care, and knew that he had a good body, even if it wasn’t overly buffed or muscled, something these silly younger men tried to go for. Perhaps, his age was a good thing in this case, as it allowed him to see and handle the situation more clearly, without any of those foolish young-minded assumptions.
"Look at me." Pakku ordered and slowly Katara did so, looking right at his face and nothing else.
"Look at me, Katara. And not just my face. Look at me as your husband." he said and he could see from the flicker of her eyes that she caught on his meaning fully, for she then quickly looked away.
"Look at me." he repeated firmly.
"Wh…why?" she whispered, keeping her gaze averted.
"Because I wish it." was the reply and she slowly looked back at him again, her eyes meeting his.
"Look down." he ordered and her eyes moved to his shoulders and chest but no lower.
"Lower."
"Please. Don’t. I’m uncomfortable. Can’t you just…do it?" she asked timidly.
"Look at me."
Katara took a deep breath and fixed her gaze on him, forcing herself to not pull her eyes away as she slowly looked him up and down, pausing for just a moment at a certain area. She had never seen a naked male before, much less an erect manhood. She had no idea how big one was supposed to be – well, she had a vague idea, but not much more – but she told herself that there was just no way it could fit in her. It was thicker than the strands of water he had used to tease her.
After a few moments, she looked away and back down at the blankets and furs. The raging fire made the room just barely comfortable enough for her to be naked and she shivered, feeling the urge to pull a blanket over herself.
Pakku descended down on her again, kissing her hungrily, tasting her lips and cheeks as he positioned himself, holding back a moan as he felt their bodies cone closer together. She was so warm!
"Don’t hurt me." Katara whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut. He caressed her cheek with one hand.
"I have no intention of ever hurting you, Katara. Just relax and it will be better." he whispered as he nudged at her opening with his manhood, shivering at how warm and wet it felt. She let out a soft whisper and he hushed her gently as he lowered his hips, slipping it in a little. The sensation was so wonderful and he had to restrain himself from just shoving into her.
She gasped softly and stiffened again when he felt himself press against a certain fleshy barrier and paused when she started shaking her head, whimpering softly.
"Please. Stop. No more." Katara begged quietly, placing her hands on his chest in an attempt to get him off her or at least use him as leverage to move back from him. But he shook his head, taking both of her wrists and holding them in one hand, looking down at her before kissing her hungrily.
He did however give her a brief reprieve, remaining there for a while at the barrier without going further, before quickly shoving through. He heard her soft cry, feeling her body tense around him.
"Relax, Katara. The pain will subside. And it will be no more." he whispered as he nibbled along her ear, inhaling the scent of her hair. She tried to wiggle away but he pressed his weight on top of her, holding her down securely until the wiggling stopped.
"Take a deep breath and relax. Like I said I have no intention to hurt you. You are my wife, after all. I didn’t bring you here to abuse you. Take a deep breath, like we do in Waterbending lessons…" Pakku emphasized the last statement and she did so, finding that it helped.
After a few moments of silence, he pulled out slowly and back in. Surprisingly, the pain did subside. She lay there quietly, feeling him push and pull inside of her, much like the tide did. After a few thrusts, the pain was gone completely. The fact that he had prepared her beforehand helped a lot, and even though she was tight and felt his every movement, he was able to move with ease. She relaxed further, opening her eyes and looking up at him. He looked back down at her and gave her a light nuzzle, his breath hot on her skin and coming raggedly as he picked up the pace. Even then, it wasn’t bad. Not at all. He was bigger than the water whips he had used to tease her, but despite his good size, he was not hugely endowed. She was now rather comfortable, infact.
Katara lay back on the furs, relaxing even more, letting him move in and out of her as he kissed and nuzzled her. Admittedly this wasn’t the ordeal she had thought it would be and she closed her eyes, feeling her body sway a little with his motions, making her think of waves gently splashing across a shore. Her inner walls clenched around him here and there, when he would give out a particularly firm thrust, causing him to give out small groans of pleasure. His body was warm against hers, and the strength of his thrusts was reassuring to her, in a way.
She was so wonderful and tight and warm, and Pakku loved every moment of it, every taste and touch and scent of her, and when she gasped and moaned he couldn’t help but smile just a little. Her warm breasts felt good against his chest and idly he reached down to play with one of them, rolling the nipple and squeezing the soft flesh before he felt himself approach the end and redoubled his thrusting.
This continued for a while – she had no idea how long, though it was a good amount of time – until she felt it shudder inside of her a little. Warmth spread into her, causing her to gasp and shudder a little as he moaned out her name repeatedly, continuing his thrusts at a slower pace. Hearing him moan out her name was a surprise, she had half expected him to call her Kana.
When he was done, he didn’t pull out straight away. He took her into his arms, savoring the warm heat as he pulled the blankets and furs around them, whispering her name a few times before his lips descended down on her face again. You are so much more than what you think you are, he vowed silently.
After he was done, they simply lay there quietly. She was tired though not exhausted, and felt thirsty, so she turned her head up to look at him.
"Pakku?" she asked softly and when he nodded, "Is it okay if I make some tea?"
"You may."
"Thank you." she said quietly as she pulled away from him, slipping on her thick robe and going over to the wedding gifts, knowing there was tea somewhere, and found it. Pakku lay there silently, watching her through half-lidded eyes but not saying or doing anything.
Katara poured herself a cup and sipped at it quietly, considering her situation. She supposed she could make the best of it, if he said that he was not going to hurt her. He could be lying, but he had always been honest with her even if it was brutal, and he was a good teacher albeit stern. Running away was an option, but to where? Definitely not the South Pole.
"Pakku?" she called out softly.
"Yes, Katara?"
"Are you...are you going to continue teaching me Waterbending?"
"Of course I will. I’m your teacher as well and I refuse to let the best student I ever had waste her potential."
Katara sat there, stunned for a moment by this comment. She knew Pakku did not say things to flatter people, but still what he said meant a lot to her. Did he really think she was THAT good? True, she was one of his advanced students but…wow.
"Thank you." Katara said quietly, looking back at the fire for a few moments, looking at the teapot.
"Would you like some tea?"
"Actually, yes I would." Pakku said, his expression calm as she poured him a cup and brought it over to him. After he took the cup she went back to the fire, staring at the flames as she nursed her cup, feeling his eyes on her but she ignored him.
Her hair was now completely loose and she looked utterly alluring, like a goddess. But he said nothing and sipped at his tea before setting it aside. She finished hers not long after, and he wondered if she would be stubborn again and stay where she was. But, she got to her feet and wandered back to him. As soon as she slid under the furs, his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.
Katara blinked as he did this but said nothing, feeling him spoon against her. With a gesture like this she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he really did care for her at all, and blushed when she felt a nuzzle on the side of her neck. But she was not going to ask or hope. He was simply her teacher and her spouse, that was all. She would hold no illusions. As long as he provided for her she could live with it and perhaps find a happy life in this city, at least there were more opportunities for her here than the South Pole.
"Good night." Katara whispered, closing her eyes.
"Good night."
Katara was asleep soon enough, but Pakku was not quite there yet and he stroked her hair, running his fingers along the thick brown locks and inhaling the faint but sweet scent.
He allowed himself a small smile; he had gained himself quite a prize, more than enough to make up for what he had lost so long ago. Strong, skilled, intelligent, and spirited. And now she belonged to him, now and forever.
His fingers ran along her cheek lightly as he listened to her soft and regular breathing
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Katara groaned softly, stirring under the furs, taking a moment to register her surroundings when she didn’t recognize them right away as she felt a weight around her middle, realizing it was an arm when she heard soft snoring. So the wedding hadn’t been a bad dream…unfortunately.
She stifled a groan and burrowed under the furs further, as if she could shut herself from everything. This caused her husband to wake up, but he didn’t seem to mind as he pulled her closer and nuzzled her sleepily. She stiffened a little before pulling the fur over her head as if she could hide from him, but of course there was no shutting herself off from his touch or embrace.
"Sleep well, wife?" Pakku murmured as he opened his eyes.
"I guess so." Katara replied stiffly and he raised an eyebrow.
"Good. Now go and fix breakfast." he said just as stiffly.
She rolled over to face him and glared at him icily.
"The least you could do…is say please."
"Fix me something to eat." Pakku ordered and she just lay there, glowering at him. He glared back at her, raising himself with one arm so he could look down at her. But she refused to be intimidated and as he continued glaring she lifted her middle finger.
But he refused to give in and blinked when she rolled over so her back was to him and she closed her eyes, doing nothing.
"Get to work!" Pakku ordered, shaking her shoulder.
"I am your wife, not your slave!" she snapped back, staring at the wall.
"I am your husband and I order you to make breakfast!" he said, placing his hand on her back and giving her a firm push.
She could see arguing with him was useless and she was hungry, so she huffed and climbed out of the furs, pulling out various things after exploring the food storage and going over to the fire to cook, rekindling the embers expertly. The aroma of stew soon enough filled the room and she put on tea as well.
Pakku slipped on his pants and robe, sauntering over to the fire when he saw her ladle the stew out into two bowls. He tasted it, surprised at how good it was. He had almost expected her to intentionally make the food taste bad in retaliation.
He took a seat, quietly sipping at his stew and tea, looking at her every so often as she ate her own breakfast, noticing how she ate daintily, not making any mess on herself as some other people were wont to do with stew. Her hair was still down and he definitely liked this better than the braid and once again he thought about how beautiful she was and how good it had felt to have her under him.
Katara held back a blush, feeling self conscious under his gaze but she held her cool, taking in her breakfast and washing the dishes with quick Waterbending when they were done and putting them away.
Pakku got to his feet, putting on his parka and shoes. She looked up at him wonderingly.
"Get dressed, it’s time for your Waterbending lesson."
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