Sheets | By : hyperoo Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 6962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Zuko lay on his new bed, comfortable silk sheets, down stuffed pillows and the Fire Nation emblem proudly blazing above him. He was no longer in that middle class apartment smaller than his childhood bedroom. He had proven himself loyal to the Fire Nation today, he had his honor back; but he still couldn’t sleep.
He was thinking of the Water Tribe girl. The one he had seen so many times, the one he hunted and fought. Hair falling down loose and tousled as she stood up ready to fight, her eyes glowed determined, defiant.
He’d had all he could take of this frustration; he sat up on his knees, rolled his pants down to about his mid thigh and reached for the rose oil on his bedside table. He poured some in his hand and grasped himself, thinking of her. He rubbed back and forth thinking of all the times they had met, her eyes always burning blue fire. He thought of the ample breasts he knew she was hiding underneath those ridiculous water tribe clothes, her soft, firm backside. He thought of grasping it, running his hands over it, only this time there would be no clothes between his skin and hers.
Back and forth, he thought of her. What would she be like if she was with him? Would she be a shy, giggling maiden, blushing and embarrassed, but still willing? Would she be a sultry young woman? Kissing him deeply and letting him slowly undress her in a candlelit room, while her hands openly explored his body? Would she be in complete control, taking over and leaving him painfully spent, but begging for more, even after the noon day sun rose?
He grunted and leaned forward, putting his left hand on the bed for support, his right hand still grasping himself, tighter, moving faster. He thought of the graceful way her body moved when she waterbended, the perfect rhythm her movements had. Tighter, faster, as he fantasized his hand suddenly became hers. She was grasping him, her hand tightly around him, then her lips, then herself…
Suddenly, the world went white, he heard nothing but static. His mind empty except for a primordial drive to get every drop out. He lay back, recovering, the blood returning to the head on his shoulders. He looked at the damp spot on the sheets, already forming a tell tail stain. His mind was clearer now, but that just made things worse. He had to fix this, had to make things right, had to have her forgive him. He knew if he didn’t he would spend the rest of his life like this. Caught up in sleepless nights filled with frustration and damp stains on the sheets.
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