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This Is Healing	By : DarkNarrator Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality > Het- Male/Female Views: 2879 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender and make no money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-This Is Healing
- 2-Terrible, Terrible Things
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Author's Note: I recommend reading "This is Escape" before diving into this segment, as it is essentially the "succeeding chapter" to this one. Not that the fic has been written up to this point or anything, but it will give you a little bit of a frame of reference! *coughs* I'm really only posting this as practice for writing lemons in a future fic project, so... yeah. If plot points are important to you, I can answer questions from reviews. Otherwise, please enjoy the smut!
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This is Healing
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"The War changed nothing: people still kill each other, for power, for glory, for wealth, for fun. The Avatar can't change human nature..."
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The rapid plink-plink-plink of raindrops on the tile roof overhead and the low growl of thunder prodded her from a state of drifting half-sleep; the sudden blast of wind rattling the screen over the window made her start up from her pillow, fumbling for her kodachi.
“Oh, for…” she grumbled as lightning flickered through the cracks in the window-screen, throwing momentary razor-sharp shadows across her coverlet. With an annoyed sigh, she raked her fingers back through her bangs and glared at the opposite wall.
Rain like pebbles pouring from buckets began clattering against the roof, the ancient eaves groaning as the wind leaned against the house. Lightning and raucous thunder took up their customary exchange, melodramatic overtones to the summer storm’s cacophony.
Thoroughly awake, exhausted, and Quite Put Out, Mai gave sleep up for a loss and heaved herself out of bed with a vague idea of finding someone to get her a cup of water.
Water poured in jetties off the slanted roof into the courtyard, defying the wind sweeping impotently over the horse-head walls to water the walkway as Mai closed her door behind her. She was more than halfway to the stairs before she realized she had been holding her breath, as if anticipating being caught like a sneak-thief.
“What is wrong with me?” she muttered, exhaling pointedly as she also ceased to tip-toe over the boards. Almost immediately, one creaked loudly under her bare foot; a convenient thunderclap swallowed up the noise and Mai’s curse. Eyes darting about to ensure that the outburst had not roused the household, Mai chanced to glance at the door of the bedroom just before the staircase.
‘Jet…’ Old Mother had said he would sleep for another day at least as the medicines and his own body put the finishing touches on mending his broken arm after the “surgery.” Mai’s feet slowed, and her fingers had actually rested in the grooved door handle before she snatched her hand back, clutching it with her other hand as if expecting it to reach out again of its own free will.
“Enough!” she hissed, turning away and striding purposefully down the dark stairwell.
To her great annoyance, Mai belatedly recalled that she had no idea where the servants might be sleeping, since Duyi apparently did not see the purpose of having at least one awake to attend the household at all times. ‘And Earth Kingdom people wonder why the Fire Nation conquered them so easily, if their upper classes can’t even keep a decent household,’ she thought bitterly, looking around the first floor in aimless frustration. The storm continued unabated, and a particularly brilliant bolt of lightning seemed to arc right over the rooftops, whiting out the courtyard and leaving her blinking with the afterimage. Rubbing her eyes and keeping up a steady, low monologue of curses under her breath, Mai made her way around the flooded flagstones toward the surgery, where at least she could be certain to find a teacup clean enough for her purposes.
The heavy door complained as Mai lifted the latch and slid through the narrow opening it allowed her. She left it ajar since she had not thought to bring a lantern, and made her way through the intermittent gloom toward the cabinets lining the far wall. The overwhelming sharp, musty, sour, and bitter odors of the medicines the apothecary stocked made her sneeze, once, twice. By the third time, her eyes were watering and she had managed to bang her thigh on the worn corner of the wooden operating table.
"Dammit!" Mai added a few choice embellishments to her exclamation, gingerly rubbing her bruised leg and glaring at the offending piece of furniture. Flickering white light supplied by the open door behind her cast weird motifs of light and shadow across the table, highlighting the leather straps and bands decorating its surface, now pulled tight and orderly in the crudest outline of a human form. Mai shuddered, forgetting for the moment her thigh and her thirst; even though she now knew the purpose of the arrangement, she could not banish her initial impression of a device of torture, standing at the ready in eager anticipation of a new victim. The memory of Jet's too-clear grey eyes staring into hers, filling with stark terror as Duyi and Gin strapped him tightly in place, Old Mother and Su preparing to set his broken arm, all four crouched over him like carrion birds, flashed before her eyes in the washed-out glimmer of lightning.
She absently fingered the wide, red-and-purple bruise encircling her left wrist. He had clutched her so tightly, his good arm straining against the tight leather bands, the sinews in his hands jutting out in sharp relief as his fingers and knuckles whitened. Old Mother had applauded her "devotion," but Mai could be honest with herself: she had simply been too shocked by the situation to run away, let alone stay out of a sense of duty or compassion. And yet, Jet had held her gaze as desperately as he had grasped her arm, as if her presence was the only thing that could keep him from crying out, as if he needed her there to keep a hold of himself. It was unnerving to be the focus of such intense need, but it was also...
"Agni, what is wrong with me?!" Mai demanded, snapping her hands to her sides and willing the heated blush in her cheeks to subside. The warmth between her thighs refused to obey, however, growing more insistent as she stood there, conjuring Jet helpless, bound, and desperate on the table before her. Even more annoying were the memories of the night in the gully, his manic hunger for her, her response, the feel of him thrusting into her, filling her, hot, heedless, eager, too quick but so very exhilarating. "I'll get you back for this," he had said, and Mai quivered as a thrill of anticipation rippled through her. It had been easy enough to convince herself it had been the mere gratification of a temporary urge that, once fulfilled, could be discarded without thought. Easy enough, except now her body apparently saw nothing wrong in indulging in what her mind rejected as a one-time fling of no consequence.
Mai leaned against the table, smothering a groan into the palm of one hand as the other smoothed down over her belly, fingers sliding between the overlapping layers of her light sleeping robe below the sash. Her body demanded release, and she did not give a damn about how inappropriate this room was for the purpose. With twisted pleasure, Mai imitated Jet's peremptory thrust into her slit, biting her lip against the moan that surged up in her throat. Indulging further in her fantasy, she swiveled her perch on the edge of the table, swinging her legs up and edging into the center over the various bands, until her neck rested on the cushioned brace at the head. She closed her eyes, adjusted her body to the nearest approximation of comfort she could on such an unyielding, uneven surface. His rhythm had been aggressive, teasing, calculated to spark pleasure only to increase want of it. Mai sought to recapture it, twisting her fingers up into herself in ways she had not explored before, stroking, lingering, liquid warmth spilling over her hand as she worked to her climax. Outside, the storm raged with increased fury, but she was oblivious.
Her robe was too tight across her chest; she worked it open, cupping her left breast and stimulating her already aroused nipple between forefinger and thumb, trying to approximate the gentle nip of his teeth. Panting, sucked deeper into her pleasure, Mai imagined his voice, dark and rough and sardonic, aching with desire for her. She was close, so close... She could almost feel his eyes, taking in her passion, coveting her, his hand sliding over hers to twine his fingers about her center and...
Someone was there. Mai's eyes flew open to behold a dark shape looming over her, the exhalation of warm breath washing over her sweat-glistened cheeks. A hand clapped over her mouth, stifling her surprised cry.
'Who...?!' For several heart-stopping seconds, Mai thought that Duyi had betrayed them, that constables had come in the dead of night to arrest her. A timely flash of lightning cast a flickering backlight over her assailant, and suddenly Mai wished she had been accosted by a backwater policeman.
"Sorry for interrupting you," Jet said, not sounding sorry in the least. She could hear the leer the gloom concealed. "But the door was open and your… moans had me worried. I'm glad to see you're not sick, at least."
'Agni, Spirits, just kill me now!' she screamed internally, glaring without effect up at him. "Hmpfgh!"
"Oh, right. Sorry." No one had ever sounded so unapologetic in the history of mankind, Mai was certain! He pulled his hand back and stepped away as Mai thrust herself upright, tucking her legs to one side of her in a proud, graceful lounging more suited to silk cushions in a noble house than the operating table of a rustic apothecary.
"Old Mother said you would sleep for two days," she observed frostily, ignoring the flustered, fading pulse between her thighs. She drew a deep, quiet breath, steadying her racing heart. "Don't think I won't leave you to rot here if you screw yourself up because you were being a pervert."
"I guess I just heal up faster than most," he answered, his confident grin and sardonic eyes flashing in another spate of lightning. A baggy pair of trousers tied low on his hips was his only article of clothing, and Mai had to concentrate against dwelling on his muscled chest.
Suddenly, he had drawn up to her, their eyes level as he rested his hands on the table just inches from her knees. "Just out of curiosity, were you imagining anyone in particular, or are you the type who just goes right for the dirty thrill?" he asked, his voice so low the question was nearly lost in a rumble of thunder.
'I didn't say his name, did I? How long was he watching me anyway?!' "I miss my fiancé," she lied without batting an eye, her voice dripping with derision at his arrogance, "It's no surprise after everything I've been put through." Thank Agni for the darkness that kept him from seeing the blush that flared up every time his breath trickled over her exposed chest! She clenched her knees together as the pulse between her thighs picked up again, blatant in its demands.
"Who wouldn't?" he replied with suspicious conciliation, "Any way I could lend a hand?"
"What the hell does that mean?" she demanded. (One traitorous corner of her mind snarked that she “darn well know what he’s talking about, dammit” and that this was the perfect opportunity to “just jump him, for Agni’s sake, he’s already half-naked!”).
"I barged in while you were… busy," said Jet, while Mai yelled at her snarky personification to shut its horny trap, "It's also my fault you've had to hole up here instead of going on your way. Let me make it up to you."
She drew herself up, fixing him with a basilisk stare that would have put the proudest empress to shame. Unfortunately, said stare wandered, and the ache between her thighs pulsed unbearably as she took in his lips… his chest… the way his hipbones ran down to the waistband of his pants… "If you honestly think..." ‘Dammit, when did I become such a pervert? (About the first time you sparred.)' "... that you, of all the peasant dreck in the Earth Kingdom..." ‘It’s his fault! (And who stripped whom in that gully, hmm? Come on, you’re just stalling now, honestly…)' "... can satisfy me, then you've got an ego too large for what you got between your legs!" ‘Alright, fine! You win! Now shut the hell up!'
"Is that a 'no'?" Jet asked, still smirking, still standing so tantalizingly close without any sign that he intended to attack or retreat.
‘Oh, you accursed bastard son of a bitch, I hope a whore gives you syphilis! But not until I’m done with you!’ "You did interrupt me," she said after a pause laden with the rumble of ever-more-distant thunder, "I suppose you'll have to do."
"If that's what milady wants..." he murmured. His hand brushed over her cheek, gently cradling her face. "So, tell me... your fiancé. He's a nobleman, naturally, high class... bet he treats you like something precious and fragile? Always giving you compliments, pretty presents… Nothing like I do."
"O-of course you’re nothing like him!" Mai answered, unable to quash the tremor in her voice; for one moment, Zuko's face flashed before her eyes, Jet's eyes suddenly shading gold in the gloom, his voice smoothing, becoming kinder, almost hesitant in its tenderness.
"And when he kisses you...?" Jet's warm lips brushed across hers, the briefest chaste caress, then returning with greater ardor, but restrained, inviting her to reciprocate.
It was so different, so opposed to her fantasy, but Mai found herself responding anyway, guiding Jet through the motions so often traced with Zuko. At her wordless urging, Jet pulled her robe free from her shoulders, his calloused palms guiding the cloth down her arms. She shifted her legs over the edge of the table, bracketing his waist as he pulled her flush against his chest. Their lips met again, his tongue sliding in gentle request against the seam of her mouth, entering only when she opened to him, tangling with her in languorous sweeps that deepened with every stroke. She dug her fingers into his thick mane of hair with one hand, the other skimming over the raised scars of the characters branded into his back. He growled, tensed, but recovered immediately, and kissed a heated trail down her chin and throat, finally alighting on one breast, then the other in turn, stimulating already hard nipples with his tongue.
“Mai…” he sighed, one hand sliding up her thigh, pushing aside the tail of her robe. His fingers entered her, slow, questing, twining against her center and withdrawing almost apologetically. “I’m sorry.”
“Huh… ah! Wh-why do you say that?” she gasped, rolling her hips against his hand as he continued to stroke and tease, hurrying her toward the climax he had interrupted. She really wished he would stop talking, because it meant that he was not doing anything to her breasts.
“You were so close and I screwed it up for you,” he explained, curling up in her and pressing upwards unexpectedly, throwing her headlong into orgasm.
‘That bastard! He won’t stop teasing me!’ Mai raged, once she recovered the ability to think straight.
“I hope I wasn’t too presumptuous, milady,” Jet murmured against her throat, “Will that be all you require from me?”
“No, it won’t, you bastard!” she snarled, shoving his head back hard and locking her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles.
“Nng!” Jet grunted in surprise, reeling backwards. He instinctively threw himself forward, collarbone smacking into the bridge of Mai’s nose, and then they were both flat out on the table, ridges of hard leather digging into her butt and shoulder blades, Jet’s arms splayed like a badger-toad flattened by a cart’s wheel.
If she could have, she would have laughed at the ridiculous look of shock that rippled over his face when he levered himself up to stare down at her, but the full weight of his torso had managed to wind her. “What…” he gasped, “was that for?” Thunder rumbled somewhere off in the distance.
“That’s what you get for screwing around,” Mai muttered, resisting the urge to rub the now-tender bridge of her nose to check for bruising, “If you’re going to make up for interrupting me, stop acting like a… like a… dammit, I don’t even know what you’re acting like, but it’s pissing me off!”
Two things occurred to her: firstly, that her night-vision was much better than she thought, if she could see the series of emotions flitting over Jet’s face just then, and, secondly, that she had been spending too much time with him if she could read surprise, embarrassment (!), and anger before that cool, cunning mask of his slid into place. “So, you’re saying you don’t want to be treated like a lady, is that it?” he asked, and Mai felt her already warm, wet core heat up and spill liquid at the dark, almost threatening undertone in his voice.
“You wouldn’t know how to treat a lady if you spent thirty years in the Inner Vestibule of the palace,” she snorted, rolling her eyes.
“Oh…?” Jet lowered himself against her, his hips settling between her thighs, his hard member settling, then rubbing against her entrance. The friction of the cloth made her yelp, and her back arched reflexively, bucking her hips against him to reclaim the sensation as he withdrew just enough to tantalize her. “So, you’re saying all I’m good for is a convenient fuck?”
Mai hated that she blushed when he said that word – it was something sheltered, pampered girls (as Jet had identified her that first night) did. Zuko, prince that he was, never used it. ‘Can you imagine him trying to? Or if I said it, and he…?!’
“From that laugh, I guess ‘yes,’” Jet observed, and Mai could swear he sounded… hurt? ‘No way…’ “Meh, fine.” He shrugged and grinned wickedly, managing to loom over her even more. “But if I’m going to do you like you want me to, first you’re going to answer one question.”
“And that is?” Mai as nonchalantly, forcibly holding her hips down on the table as the loose cloth of his pants front brushed oh-so-casually over her.
“Who were you getting off to? Was it really your fiancé?”
Mai stared. “What the… I’m not telling you that!” ‘(But what if he just leaves? Why can’t you just admit it?) Shut up, you, he’s not getting that much control over me! (But…!) QUIET!’
His eyebrow arched. “Is that your final answer?”
“Yes. If you have a problem with that, you can jus… ah!”
“Don’t,” Jet growled warningly, his breath hot against her as he balanced her thighs on his broad shoulders, hands clamped around her hips and buttocks to keep her in place, “yell so much. The storm’s moved on, and they just might hear if you get too excited.”
“Wha… you!” Mai hissed, just managing to raise herself up on her elbows to glare death at him, her cheeks aflame at how exposed she was. “P-put me down, right n… oh!”
“You’re already overflowing, you know,” Jet told her, before sweeping his tongue deep into her again, rubbing his chin against her coarse, black curls, “So hot…”
“Nnh… ah! Oh, damn…!” Her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest with the waves of pleasure sweeping over her. ‘He’s good, he’s very good… oh!’ Any shame, any embarrassment was lost in the riptide of sensation, his skillful tongue playing against her, his hands, sliding down her bucking hips to grasp her breasts, fingers tweaking her erect nipples almost painfully. Too quickly, she came again, a half-stifled scream of release bursting from her tightly clenched lips. But even then, Jet did not release her.
“So… feel like answering my question yet?”
Mai twitched, whimpered; why did he have to have such hot breath, and why did it have to keep puffing there? ‘Dammit, what if he just keeps doing this, all night? (… I’m not complaining, but I do wish he’d stick his…) YOU’RE NOT HELPING.’ “You’ve got one hell of an overinflated ego if you think something like that is going to make me tell you anything,” she growled, “Besides, how long do you think you can keep this up? You’re probably about to burst out of your pants, right?”
“Hm, I’m not the only one with an overinflated ego here,” Jet replied, and proceeded to pull her up to a steeper angle, so that her shoulders, neck and head were the only things in contact with the table. She really had not known a tongue could penetrate so far, and shrieked when she felt his teeth nip the folds of skin shielding her clitoris. It took longer for the orgasm to crest, and it lingered only briefly, empty of the fulfillment she was seeking. ‘I want him inside me… I want him, not this kind of playing around!’ She disgusted herself with her pathetic thoughts.
“Haah… haah… no… no more…!” she whispered, mind reeling, aching body trembling and drenched with sweat, “Just… no more!”
“Giving up already?” Jet asked, but even his mockery could not get a rise out of her. Instead, Mai felt the hot prick of tears at the corners of her eyes; she gulped in a deep, shuddering breath, refusing to let them escape, even if she had no idea why she might be about to cry.
“Hey…” Mai almost cried in relief as Jet lowered her to the table, stiff muscles complaining as she turned into a loose fetal position, her face buried in her arm to hide the still-threatening tears. “Mai…?”
“Just go,” she uttered hoarsely, the concern in his voice just about pushing her past the breaking point. “Go away!”
Only the barest ghost-drum of thunder and the pit-pat-patter of steady rain filled the tense air. Jet did not leave, just stood there; Mai clenched her eyes against the imagination of what expression he might be wearing as he looked down on her. Satisfaction? Disgust? Pity? … Apathy? ‘Why is that the worst thing?’
She refused to react when his hands glided over her arm, gently turning her onto her back. “Mai…” The scent of leather, old wood and her own sweat filled her nose, and she tried to concentrate on that, but his hand cupped her cheek and turned her head so that she would look him straight in the eye as he leaned over her. “I fucked up big time, didn’t I?” he asked, voice raw, frustrated.
Mai stared at him, clinging to her stoic mask like a desperate soldier clings to his battered shield.
“Dammit, Mai…!” He closed his eyes turned his head away, and for a moment, she was certain he would storm out of the room. His lips curled back from his clenched teeth, like some fierce predator in pain. ‘He’s… shaking…’ “Ha…hahaha…!”
‘He’s… laughing?!’
“FUCK!” His fist thudded into the table beside her ear. Mai startled, eyes flaring wide.
‘Is he finally losing it for real?’ “Jet…?”
His lips captured hers, swallowing the rest of whatever she might have said. "I can't..." he breathed, kissing her again and again, stroking softly, deeply inside of her mouth, tenderly embracing her tongue with his, "I can't get too close... to anyone... before I fuck it up. I thought... I thought I wouldn't with you, but..." His hand worked underneath her head, curling around the nape of her neck as he continued to devour her with the same rough passion she expected from him, nuanced with a plea for understanding, for her to respond. "Mai!"
'Do I even know what I'm doing anymore?' she asked herself, expecting to be terrified, ashamed... instead, she was exhilarated. He was apologizing with brute, sensual force, rather than words, which she knew to be his tools of deception. 'This... it could be he can only be honest this way...' She was probably just deluding herself, but... Mai wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, responding in kind to Jet's kisses. The ache in her core flared anew, and she moaned in frustration.
Jet heard and responded without hesitation, reaching back to untie the sash that held his pants in place. Mai heard the cloth whisper to the floor and opened her legs, still keeping her hold around his shoulders; Jet opened her with two fingers and pressed the head of his erect member into her.
Mai winced and whimpered as he penetrated overstimulated flesh, but with a single thrust, he seated himself firmly within her. She gasped, feeling her lungs constrict; he filled her so completely, but she knew he had not plunged himself in all the way.
"Mai... Mai!" Jet rasped, his body trembling as he withdrew and pushed in again and again, venturing deeper each time, "Bring your legs up! Higher!"
Dazed, Mai inched her legs up his heaving sides until Jet dragged them up to his shoulder blades. At the same time, he thrust down into her and Mai shrieked as she felt his whole length buried in her. "Oh... oh, oh, oh...!" Her inner muscles contracted, seizing him, her body clinging tightly to the sensation of completeness as she crested, higher and higher with every breath, ever shudder of their joined bodies.
"Ah!" Jet buried his face between her breasts, mouth hot against her damp skin. His hips bucked, then he rocked against her, each thrust as deep as the last, their combined rhythm racing toward the climax. Mai climaxed first, her fingernails biting into his back as the orgasm overloaded her faculties, white hot and roaring. Jet pumped his hips several more times before emptying into her with a loud moan. Panting, he withdrew and scooped her up, whispering her name over and over into her ear as he undid the sash around her waist.
"J-jet... what are you doing?" she panted.
"Not enough... that wasn't enough," he gasped, flinging the sash away and pulling the sweat-soaked robe off her body, "I'm already getting hard again. Mai, please...!"
Her body responded to the unabashed want and lust in his voice. Mai nodded, too busy trying to get enough air into her lungs to answer otherwise. Jet picked her up off the table and turned her around; he had not been lying about already getting hard; Mai gasped as his stiffening member pressed against her buttocks, her already trembling legs weakening further. Without a word, Jet tucked one arm around her waist, guiding her to rest her crossed forearms and head on the edge of the table. Because of the table's height, Mai's hips were higher than her shoulders; she suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable. "Jet..."
"Shhh, just give me a chance," he whispered, curling his body over hers, the arm around her waist tilting her hips to give him access, his other hand, cupping and stimulating her breast. He slid into her, smooth as oil, filling her. Mai moaned and bucked her hips against him, delighting in the new sensations. His fingers entered her as well, his thrusts coordinated, exploring every angle and aspect of her as they set the rhythm. By the end of it, Mai had raised herself up onto the balls of her feet and bent her knees, her head hanging below the table as she gripped the wide leather waist strap in the center of the table for balance, granting him the best angle to plunge into her to the hilt. He came first, his hot fluid spilling down the back of her thighs, but his fingers and her own thrusts ensured she followed him soon after.
"Told you you'd like it," he muttered with his customary arrogance, drawing her up against him and burying his face in the juncture of her neck in shoulder, tongue sweeping languidly over her damp skin. His heart pounded against her back, just as hard and fast as her own pulse.
"Mmmm..." She should probably respond with some sharp comeback or other to ensure he did not get too big of a head, but Mai decided she was too sated and too damn tired to bother.
Keeping one arm around her as he retrieved his pants and her robe from the floor, Jet used the former garment to wipe away the remnants of their coupling, first from her (eliciting purrs of pleasure from Mai as he passed between her legs), then himself. "I forget where I threw your sash; we'll need to find it before we go back to our rooms," he noted, scanning the gloom.
"'Rooms'?" Mai echoed, one arm sliding around his neck as her other hand tilted his chin down so that their eyes met. She raised a scornful eyebrow.
Jet blinked, momentarily confused, then a grin slowly spread across his face. "My mistake."
"Damn right, it was," she agreed.

-==FIN==- (for now, at least...)
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