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The Walls of June	By : AngelaBlythe Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 6437 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Walls of June
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(A/N: I’m giving you all fair warning – it’s graphic and
dark. If you don’t like IrohxJune fics, you really should stop reading. Now.
Also, according to Comic-Con ’06, her name is indeed spelled June.)
The Walls of June
Toph wasn’t the only young lady Iroh met while separated from Zuko…
I
June inhaled sharply when she saw the old man enter the bar. It had been a little less than a month, but since their business deal she had actually looked back on the episode several times. She’d dismissed the thoughts as monetarily motivated. Angry Boy and Uncle Lazy had been her best paying customers to date. Not to mention the most friendly, she thought with a scowl. The old man didn’t seem to notice her – she doubted he expected to see her here any more than she expected to see him. He traveled alone, she noted, as he took a solitary seat in the back of the bar, hiding in the shadows.
June pursed her lips and recalled the wanted posters she’d seen the day earlier. General Iroh, Dragon of the West, was among names like the Blue Spirit, the Avatar, and Jeong Jeong the Deserter. And, of course, the boy-prince, Zuko. Of all the bars to walk into, on all the days… June called the attention of the bartender. “A bottle of your most expensive rice wine,” she said, pushing over ten gold pieces. “Have a nice girl bring it to the man in the shadows,” she instructed, jerking her thumb in the direction Uncle Lazy was sitting.
Last time they’d done business, Uncle Lazy had paid her his weight in gold – gold with Fire Nation stamps. What had he done to get such a…colorful…wanted poster? Crime included aiding the Avatar – though June thought they were on the Avatar’s trail, so this confused her – turning traitor, theft…a couple of other minor offenses.
Not too much later, the old general pulled himself up on the bar seat next to June, smiling ridiculously at her. “What is the use of drinking fine rice wine…without the company of a beautiful lady?”
June scowled darkly at him. “I sent the girl with the wine,” she growled, nonetheless accepting the saucer of rice wine he poured for her. “So, where’s Angry Boy?” June asked when she set down the saucer.
The man frowned a little. “He and I…have split ways for a while…”
With a raised eyebrow, June nodded. “And you’re following him, I take it… He lose his girlfriend again, or what?”
Iroh laughed heartily. “Not quite. He seems to have lost his path.”
June took another drink of rice wine the general offered her. She noticed with a frown that he seemed to be pouring her very generous cups. “He’s luckier than he thinks,” June said after a moment, letting memories get the best of her. Hair fell over her face like a black waterfall. “Sometimes…when you’re young…you just don’t know how lucky you are…”
It was more to herself than to Iroh. “I’m twenty-three today,” she told him softly.
“Well, happy birthday!” he said cheerfully.
She flashed him a dangerous glare. “There’s nothing happy about it,” she growled. He offered her another saucer of alcohol, and against her better judgment, she took it. This one went down much easier than the first few, and June knew that meant she was on the fast track for drunkenness…and probably depression judging by how the day was shaping up.
With a heavy sigh, June rose from her seat and glared down at her drinking companion. “I’m going back to my room,” she said darkly. “To celebrate…” she added sarcastically.
Iroh raised the clay rice wine bottle and smiled at her genuinely. Narrowing her eyes, June consented. “No touching,” she barked.
He followed her to her temporary rooms at the inn, rice wine and saucers in hand. The little Fire Nation general thought he was getting lucky – he’d be lucky to get out alive if he touched her. Or looked at her wrong. They sat across the low table – he had good posture and sat properly, but June curled on leg under her on the cushion and propped her chin on her other, knee raised.
“So what are you doing this deep in the Earth Kingdom?” she asked quietly. “Bounty hunters will be sure to be after you…especially if you keep popping up in bars they frequent.”
“Bounty hunters like you?” he asked. “Because I wouldn’t mind being caught by a bounty hunter if she looked like you.”
June scowled. “It’s my day off,” she replied with a glare.
Smiling genially, Iroh poured the both of them a saucer of rice wine. “A toast!” he said, raising the cup.
II
Several hours later, terribly drunk, Iroh was laying on his back, tears of laughter falling down his cheeks. June was leaned against his huge stomach, telling him a story about the pant-less robber she’d apprehended. She rose and fell with the vibrations of his stomach, laughing herself. It had been a long time since she’d laughed. It had been a long time since she’d actually enjoyed herself.
June sighed when his fingers found her hair. It too was draped over his stomach, and she had noticed him eyeing it several times. “No touching!” she barked for the tenth time.
Iroh just laughed. “Couldn’t help myself!” he explained drunkenly for the tenth time. June laughed a little, too. She really couldn’t help it. Alcohol did one of two things to her – made her unbearably happy or painfully sad. Never angry – she was angry enough without the alcohol.
Then, with minimal effort, she turned and swung her legs astride his hips, resting her chin on his chest. “No touching,” she whispered as she saw one of his hands raise to brush her leg.
So she was teasing him? So what? She folded her hands under her chin and gazed down at the old general. Iroh, Dragon of the West, she thought to herself. Maybe if he was thirty years younger…the thought left her mind quickly. His cheeks were red from alcohol and laughing, but he wasn’t laughing now. He smiled up at her, hands tucked behind his head.
The sun was setting in her window, flooding the room with red. The light made his eyes seem golden brown, and it threw his age into the forefront. Did she care? She was drunk and horny, and she would make his life if… She shook her head, hair shadowing her eye. Iroh disobeyed her once again and pushed the hair away from her face, curling it behind her ear. He ran his knuckles over her cheek and temple.
“You’re beautiful, June,” he said softly.
“Don’t,” she whispered back, turning her eyes away from him.
If there was one thing she couldn’t take it was kindness. She hated kindness. She couldn’t resist it when people were kind to her; it was her weakness. Normally she pushed the people away, separated herself with a whip, her shirshu, and a black attitude. It worked with most people, made her dangerous and untouchable. But this man was more dangerous than she – he was patient and kind.
His cupped her cheek with his weathered hands, brushing her lip lightly with his thumb. “You’re beautiful,” he repeated, as if he knew his persistence would pay off.
June shuddered as his other hand brushed over the back of her thigh, over her backside, and to the small of her back. It’s okay, she thought to herself. For one night I don’t want to have these walls. She smirked to herself. If the Dragon of the West could break down the walls of Ba Sing Se, what had ever made her think he wouldn’t be able to break down the walls of June?
Knowing she’d kick herself in the morning, June crawled up the old general’s chest to tug lightly on his short, gray beard. He smiled wordlessly at her, as if he knew he’d won. She closed her eyes, lowering her lips softly. He let her kiss him, held her softly. His lips were full and giving, but patient as the alcohol made her brave. Her fingers drifted to his sideburns, and she ran her fingers through the stiff hair, deepening the kiss until he finally kissed her back.
With the agility of a much younger man, Iroh flipped June to her back, careful not to crush her. He was kind, gentle with her as he kissed her eyelids and cheeks. June felt irrational tears building in her eyes as his lips brushed over her forehead. Jerking her head to the side, she let a tear fall from the corner of her eye, refusing to look at him. The sun was dying over the horizon, and the room had a cool glow. “Just promise you’ll hold me afterwards,” she whispered, ashamed at her weakness, at her insecurity, and everything else the walls held back.
In a wordless reply, Iroh kissed her deeply, passionately. When he wiped the tears away from June’s face his eyes were kind. June smiled to herself. At least she knew he was experienced – that would be a new trait in the men she took to bed. With a soft grunt, she pushed Iroh off of her, standing up and looking down on him. His eyes were confused. She smirked lightly in return. “Aren’t you going to take your shoes off?” she asked, her eyebrow raised artfully.
With a grin, he kicked his shoes off, eyes never leaving her as she let her hair down. Unbuckling the straps on her shoes, she felt Iroh’s eyes on her. With an inward smile, June was slow in unbuttoning her black cloak. She wore nothing under it, and her breasts tightened in the cool air of evening. With quick hands she undid the ties on her leather pants, pushing them over her hips. Iroh was looking at her carefully, shirtless and sitting on the mat that served as a bed in that particular inn. June kneeled between his knees, her sharp eyes taking in the various burn and battle scars that covered his chest and stomach. With soft fingers, June brushed his sideburns, taking his surprised face in her hands and leaning down to kiss him.
When his fingers touched her hips they were light. They skimmed up her ribs and then down again to her thighs, sending shivers of anticipation up her spine. But she grew edgy as he refused to touch the places she desperately wanted him to touch. He was teasing her…had she really thought that she was in control of this?
“Touch me,” she murmured into his ear as his lips fastened on her neck. But he ignored her request, his hands caressing the underside of her arms as she held on to his shoulders for balance. She arched her back in pleasure as his fingertips skimmed her spine lightly. His hands were warm, and his kisses were hot on her neck. She was getting more than a little worked up over the whole affair, and a little agitated that he wouldn’t simply take her like the rest of the men she’d slept with. He nipped at her collarbone, his beard tickling her chest lightly. She itched for his hands to be everywhere, but they moved over and around the areas she most desired.
When his hands finally moved up to cup her breasts she actually whimpered, biting her lip as he weighed them carefully. One of his thumbs brushed her nipple lightly, and it hardened more than it had been. June tilted her head back with a light moan as his lips finally fell over her breast. His tongue laved hot attention to her nipple, licking and sucking until she shook with need. All she had control over was holding her own weight up, braced against his strong shoulders as he took her other breast in his mouth.
She leaned her lips down to his ear, her nails running lightly down his back. “Please, Iroh,” she begged in a light voice, unsure whether her knees could keep her up, nor her control keep her sane if he continued in this way. “Please,” she repeated. “Please, I –”
But bit down lightly on her nipple in response, making June tremble and lean helplessly against him. He was so warm on her skin…
Still laving his hot tongue and lips over her breast, one of his hands ran through her thick, dark hair, down her back, to cup her firm bottom. He ran his knuckles over it, moving down to the back of her thigh and up again. She shivered despite the warmth of his hand, but when she tried to move closer to the heat of his body, he held her away, a firm grasp on her hips. He bit her nipple lightly in reprimand, and June mewed in pleasure. She would never have thought, not in a hundred years, that Uncle Lazy was this domineering in bed. But not just domineering – slyly domineering, like he wanted her to know who was in control…
The firm hold on her waist loosened a bit. It hadn’t hurt, but it had been solid, a warning grip. Iroh was placing light, butterfly kisses down the side of her breast, leaning her back slightly to kiss her ribs and stomach. He was slowly lowering her down on the futon mat, kissing her soft stomach and ignoring her wordless sighs. His hands ran up and down her thighs, spreading her knees and leisurely running kisses down the inside of her thigh.
She moaned heavily when she felt his hot breath between her legs, his hands burning the inside of her thighs. Her nails dug into the mat below her as she bit her bottom lip. He held her hips down firmly, still kissing the white inside of her thigh. June was shaking again, unsure of how long she would hold out before he would need to scold her again for impatience. His tongue was so aggressive that June cried out sharply before digging her nails into the mat at her sides. He was relentless, holding her firmly as her hips ached. No one had ever made her act like this before – she was normally in charge under the covers. But Iroh had more power over her than she would wish to admit.
The desire that built in June’s stomach rose to unimaginable heights, and she stopped feeling her body. Desperately trying to cling to control, June brought her hand to her mouth and bit down on her thumb, trying to stifle all the wordless noises Iroh was drawing from her. As if in retaliation, Iroh nipped the inside of her thigh a little roughly, making June cry out lustily into the candle-lit room. As June gripped the top of the mat, her arms raised above her head, she felt herself arch as Iroh’s tongue became more forceful. She cried out loudly again as he hit the exact right spot. Over and over again he teased her, and June soared into the heights of ecstasy…but only as high as he let her…
June was shivering uncontrollably when she finally opened her eyes. Iroh was looking down on her, his face calm as he caressed her hair away from her cheeks, tucking the loose strands behind her ears. June opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again, instead sitting up and throwing her arms around Iroh’s neck. She quivered against him, but was eventually warmed by his intense body heat. Firebender, she reminded herself. She clung to him, kissed his neck passionately, and curled her fingers in the gray hair at the nape of his neck.
He held her softly, his hands pressing her against his bare chest. Warmth radiated off him, almost like steam, and June found herself insatiable. She doubted she would ever be able to be in another man’s arms without thinking about Iroh. Feeding off his heat, June slid like a snake over his chest, wrapping her arms around him as she kissed the back of his neck, running her nose along his hairline. His hands tightened on her hips for a moment, and June smiled a little. She knew she aroused him even though he was good at masking the affect she had on him. Sliding her hands down his chest, June kissed his pulse point, working her way to his mouth.
When she finally reached his lips, he pushed her back down on the mat, one hand caressing her breast and the other bracing himself above her. June wrapped her flexible legs against his hips. She could distinctly feel his arousal pressing against his pants. Grinding her hips against his, she saw the candle flames jump a little. Iroh hissed lightly, kissing her with hot passion as he held down her hips.
She was surprised when he let her untie his pants. Nimbly, she pushed the loose, dirt-colored pants down with her feet, earning a raised eyebrow from Iroh as her knees brushed his ribs then down to his hips. He kicked the pants away from his ankles, still looking down on her with lusty eyes.
June moaned deep in her chest when he pressed his manhood against her. Teasing cruelly at her wet and ready entrance, Iroh sheathed himself slowly. Though it was not her first time, Iroh treated her like it was, moving gently in and out, smooth with control. The hand that was at her breast moved into her hair, tilting her head up as he kissed her. She tightened her legs about his waist, gasping away from his kiss as he entered her even more deeply than before. Her nails bit into his shoulders with anticipation; she met his every thrust, marveling at his control. No man she had ever slept with had such…patience.
She didn’t have such patience, she thought, shuddering with lust. He could take his time, treasure every moment, but June was needier than that. As if he could sense this, Iroh gripped her waist in one hand, holding it firmly against the ground, his strokes long and full and slow. Sighing impatiently, June nuzzled his neck with her nose, kissing him lightly before whispering, pleading quietly. “Please…please…” she cried softly, having long thrown away any pride that would have kept her from begging. “Please, Iroh,” she continued, nibbling at his earlobe. “Harder,” she nearly whined.
She felt him stiffen as she begged, kissing behind his ear and caressing his back and neck with her light hands. June smiled quietly as he let go of her hip, but then pouted loudly and squirmed when he pinned her hands just above her head. “Patience,” he said simply, driving the point home with slow thrusts.
June arched her back, bit her lip, tightened her thighs, slid her feet up his calves, anything she could do to distract herself. He chuckled lightly at her pathetic attempts to free her hands. No amount of womanly distraction could alter his course, and June was too turned on the think straight. Every inch of her body burned with pleasure, and Iroh’s thrusts and hot breath only served to drive her closer to the edge. He wouldn’t let her though, kept her from her ecstasy by stopping or slowing whenever she felt the pleasure take over. She cried out, begged, said his name, promised all manner of things, but Iroh just smiled and kissed her.
Almost numb to the world, June felt only herself and Iroh, the rocking of his hips and the intense desire that flamed up in her belly. “Please,” she begged softly, her voice not her own. And for some reason please was again the magic word. He grunted above her, sweat sliding down his face as he pushed into her, deeper, harder, faster, more and more… It was all June could do to keep her hold on his hips. She bit into his shoulder harshly, and he finally let go of her hands to help brace himself against his ever-increasing thrusts.
June heard herself crying out his name as the agony built up and exploded within her. She felt bursts of warmth all over her body, like fireworks. The candles were flaring high in the corner of her eye, and just as Iroh subsided they did, too. For a moment there was only breathing. Iroh was still propped on his elbows above her, but he was kissing her face gently and murmuring soft words. For some reason, June felt her face was wet, but she found it hard to think about. Her body soared, floated, as Iroh mumbled in her ear, kissed her eyelids and caressed her face.
She felt herself trembling again as he rolled away from her. And for a moment she thought he would leave, but he only pulled a cover over their bodies and held her like a precious doll, wrapped in his arms.
“…beautiful, and perfect, and wonderful,” he continued in her ear, telling her all the things she wished men would tell her. He warmed her completely, and held her as he promised. Burying her face in his neck, she listened to his sweet words until she fell asleep.
III
They were fantastic breasts, Iroh thought as he buried his face between them. They smelled sweet, were milky and smooth, and perfectly round. They weighed heavily in his hands, and brought him oh, so much joy. The woman laughed and ran slender hands through his hair. Truly, he had never thought June could laugh like that, so carefree and light. She kissed his forehead in the morning sun, her dark hair tucked behind her ears. She actually smiled and laughed…
She saw him turn serious and cocked her head to the side, dark eyes concerned. “If I was thirty years younger,” he said to her, “I would ask you to marry me.”
She turned away from him, pushing him off of her and sitting up. She was wearing his long-sleeved, dirt-colored shirt, though it wasn’t tied shut. “What’s wrong with asking to marry me now?” she asked quietly, her eyes pinned on the ground as a lock of hair shielded her face.
Honestly, it was the last reaction Iroh expected from the young girl. He expected a laugh and sarcastic remark. “I mean, other than your being a dirty old, lecherous man and me being a dangerous young bounty hunter…with clearly better options in life,” she continued snidely, pulling away from his hand.
“June,” he said softly, running a hand down her tattooed arm. She pushed him away again, wrapping herself tightly in his shirt. He sighed, watched her turn angrily to him and slap his face. Hard. She gazed over at him intently as he brought a hand to his cheek. “I deserved that,” he said.
She frowned and didn’t say anything for a long time. Then she bit her lip and looked away. “But you won’t,” she said softly, daring a glance at him.
Iroh sighed. Evidently, he would have to go where he didn’t intend to go with her. “Come here,” he said quietly. She fell easily into his arms, leaning against his chest. “I have only one path open to me, June,” he explained. “And it is into the Fire Nation, and to my death. It would be cruel to let you think otherwise.”
He felt her jaw tremble lightly. When he’d begun this he’d only hoped to break down her walls enough to get to know her, to perhaps be able to share a moment with her. He never imagined that he would break her so completely. It had been a while since he’d stormed anyone’s walls – the Earth Kingdom’s or any woman’s – and he hadn’t realized how effective he was. Who else could boast penetrating Ba Sing Se and June the Bounty Hunter? Probably no one…
She seemed to accept this, for she turned her face up to him and scowled. “Just make love to me again, you lecherous old man,” she commanded.
But she hid her tears from him the whole time, making him gentler than he expected. She gasped his name over and over again, and Iroh felt like a young man once more. When she finally slept in his arms, later that afternoon, Iroh made some tea and pulled on his traveling clothes. She would probably not forgive him, but he wrote her a note as he drank his tea and watched her sleep. She stirred as he opened the door, but mumbled and turned over.
It was a long journey he had ahead of him, and he couldn’t turn away from his nephew. June was strong, and if he ever lived to return to the Earth Kingdom, he would find her and face her ire once more.
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