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One Night For The Avatar	By : moviefan Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 2014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A/N: And here we go, the final chapter. I must admit, when I started this, I didn't think it would be anywhere near as long as it ended up being, half the length it ended up as at most. But what can I say, the plot bunnies in my head were going at it even more than Zuko and Katara. Sorry, couldn't resist. But like all good things, they must come to an end. So let's take a look at how things end between the two of them. Zuko still has his end of the bargain to fulfill, so let's see how that goes, and just how he sends Katara off.)
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Chapter 12: One Final Fling
A feeling of déjà vu came over Katara as she stood beneath the shower. Her second shower today thanks to Zuko. She knew that she didn’t have time to dawdle, but couldn’t help but take this time to reflect and contemplate.
She wasn’t sure how long she had before Zuko came to get her. After his own short shower, he had exited the bathroom and told her that she had a little time to clean herself up while he took care of things before she had to leave. He had then gotten dressed and left the room, leaving the well-ravished Waterbender behind to remove the evidence of her passionate fornications with the Fire Prince from herself so her brother and Aang wouldn’t know what had happened.
And there had been plenty of it. That had been the first instance of déjà vu she had felt upon entering the bathroom and catching sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair was a wild, absolute mess, completely disheveled and matted together. It had taken a few minutes under the hot water to get all the tangles out, but that was nothing compared to the rest of her.
Her lips had been kiss-swollen, and the markings of love bites and scratches and such that had been removed from her body with her healing this morning had been put back, with great interest to boot. She’d even had some actual bruises from their rougher moments. And that spoke nothing about the aches and soreness she had in other parts of her body.
She was the walking definition of doing too much too soon when it came to sex, but seeing as it had been the only opportunity for her and Zuko to take such liberties with each other, it had also been a now or never scenario, and they had opted for the former. It had all been worth it though, despite the marks decorating her dark skin.
Fortunately, she knew how to fix things, including soothing her aching body. And though she now knew that she couldn’t heal back her maidenhead, she could remove all the other markings Zuko had left on her body. Aang and Sokka would never know what she did, nor would anyone else. This whole thing would remain a secret between her and the Fire Prince that neither of them had any desire to let get out.
Which made her realize, she had left her own series of markings on Zuko as well, even more than he had left on her. Scratches and love bites had been present on his pale flesh, including a few signs of teeth marks from actual bite markings during instances where she had lost control of herself. She should have offered to heal those from him as well, but she supposed it was too late for that. Well, she was sure that he could keep such things hidden from his soldiers until they healed on their own.
For some strange, unexplainable reason though, she felt almost… appalled to be removing the marks he had put on her body, though she couldn’t fathom why. She couldn’t afford to let her brother or Aang see these marks, and, if anything, she should be ashamed of them. Yet why did she not like the idea of removing them? And not just his marks, but she also strangely hated the thought that she was washing his scent from her body. But why though? Such an odd train of thought.
Not knowing exactly how long she had, she pulled her concentration out of her thoughts and quickly healed away any markings covering her before washing off real fast. Stepping out of the shower, she simply pulled the water off her with her Waterbending and got dressed, this time in her own Water Tribe clothes, like she should have the first time she had stepped out of this shower. And after fastening her mother’s necklace back in place, she went about putting her hair in its usual braid, hair-loops and all.
When she was finished, she returned to Zuko’s room, which still smelled heavily of their sex, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her appearance was perfect. Better than perfect, as her skin still seemed to be glowing, just as it had the last time she had taken notice of this phenomenon. She hoped that neither Aang nor Sokka would notice, but knowing them, probably not. The important thing was that there was no visible signs that she had done the things she had done.
Well, not on the outside anyway. On the inside, it was a different story. Physically and metaphorically as well. Not to mention she had a belly full of Zuko’s seed inside her. Even now, she could feel his seed in her womb, all warm and tingling, reminding her that he was still inside her, even when he wasn’t present, and she once again made a mental note to ask him about those contraceptive herbs he had mentioned.
Her getting pregnant was the absolute last thing either of them needed right now, even if, she could admit with a blush, any children between the two of them would be utterly gorgeous. They both clearly had good genes, and she allowed herself, just for a few moments, to imagine herself swollen with Zuko’s child, of holding the fruit of their union in her arms, of what they would look like when they grew up.
The thought gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach that almost had her smiling. Yes, they really would make beautiful children together, but she quickly pushed the thought away, unwilling to consider such what-ifs, or how complicated those what-ifs would make things. There was no need to dwell on hypothetical scenarios that would never come to be.
It seemed her timing had been almost perfect, as she was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of the door opening about a minute later, making her jump. She immediately panicked when she saw one of Zuko’s soldiers enter the room, and quickly took a fighting stance, ready to pull at any remaining water in the bathroom.
Why was there a soldier here? Had Zuko gone back on his word and was now having his soldiers take her to a cell? Was this a guard coming to check in on her without permission to enter Zuko’s room? Were they here as an escort as part of Zuko’s plan?
The soldier reacted immediately at her fighting stance, holding up their hands defensively. “Katara, calm down, it’s me!”
He blinked, recognizing Zuko’s voice from behind the facemask of the helmet, and her stance relaxed. Why was he dressed like one of his soldiers? Was this part of his plan? She supposed it made sense; he couldn’t let any of his soldiers or Sokka and Aang know who he was if he was going to smuggle them out of here, or whatever he planned to do.
“You scared me,” she scolded him. “I thought that…”
“What?” he asked as she trailed off, and his voice took a disapproving tone. “That I had gone back on my word?”
She blushed, embarrassed. “I just panicked, ok. I wasn’t exactly expecting one of your ‘soldiers’ to just come in. Why didn’t you knock?”
He crossed his arms, and she could just imagine the look he was giving her behind his mask. “It’s my room.”
“So what?” she said defensively. “What if I wasn’t decent?”
She didn’t know why she said that, as there hadn’t been a single place she hadn’t been seen or touched by him, but her response had been automatic. He predictably found her remark amusing though as he let out a bark of laughter from behind his mask. “Really? You’re honestly concerned about me walking in on you naked after what we did all day?”
“Sh-Shut up!” she snapped, blushing as she was reminded of all the reasons why she shouldn’t be embarrassed about him seeing her naked. He’d already seen, touched, and kissed every square inch of her body as he’d taken her on literally very surface of the room. “It’s the principle of the matter that counts.”
“If you say so,” he replied in resignation, then glanced around the room. “You ready to go?”
Feeling slightly anxious about this ‘escape’ she and the others were about to undergo, she nodded. Zuko motioned for her to follow him, and he began leading her through the ship. And while he seemed calm, she was on her guard, almost expecting to be ambushed by a bunch of soldiers every time they turned a corner.
Much to her surprise though, she didn’t see any of Zuko’s soldiers about. She half expected him to explain himself to someone along the way, saying something along the lines of how she was being escorted to a cell, but she didn’t see anyone for a long while. And when she did, they appeared to be passed out by their posts.
“What happened to them?” she asked as they walked past the two collapsed soldiers.
“Don’t worry, they’ll be fine,” he told her. “They’re just drugged. The whole crew is. I had our chef prepare a special celebratory dinner for the Avatar’s capture, a different dinner from ours, and I snuck a few herbs in the ingredients and drinks. They’ll be out until morning at least.”
She nodded. So that was why they had needed to wait until night before she and the others could leave. The soldiers had needed to eat the drugged food, and it needed some time to kick in, enough time to make sure that the entire crew was out.
“So how are you going to explain their drugging and our escape?” she asked curiously.
“Simple,” he replied, not even looking back at her. “It turns out that you had an unknown accomplice who had snuck onboard with you and was able to avoid capture after you got caught. Seeing as you and your brother were the only ones we’ve ever seen traveling with the Avatar, we hadn’t considered you having anyone else with you. But this person bided their time until they were able to drug our food and drink. Once my crew was out, they broke your brother and the Avatar out. Then they burst into my chambers while I was interrogating you, but you still weren’t talking.”
He shrugged before continuing. “They managed to catch me by surprise and subdue me, bragging how they were getting the Avatar and his friends out of here, and telling me how they had drugged all my soldiers, so I shouldn’t expect any backup, and then your companion managed to subdue me. I can even say that the chair you and I broke happened in the struggle with them.”
Katara blushed furiously at that added detail about the chair. Gods, they really had gotten carried away with their lustful endeavors. It was embarrassing to think that she had lost so much control of herself and gotten so consumed in passion. Was that normal? And to make matters worse, as guilty as she felt for having enjoyed everything she and Zuko had done together, a part of her was glad she, Aang, and Sokka had gotten caught so she had been able to experience the level of pleasure she did, because something was telling her that she would never experience it again with anyone else, not to that extent.
She was distracted from having to dwell on this further as Zuko continued explaining his planned cover story. “By the time I was able to get free and raise the alarm, you and the others were already gone. The only reason I wasn’t drugged with the rest of the crew was because I didn’t partake in the celebratory dinner since I was interrogating you.”
Katara’s eyebrows rose. She was impressed by his plan. The explanation basically covered all loose ends, keeping their deal and Zuko’s involvement in their escape a secret. She really had been wrong to doubt him. Despite his flaws, Zuko really was an honorable person, even if he did think he didn’t have his.
“And what about my brother and Aang?” she asked, wanting to get the story straight. “How does your plan work with them? They’ll have known that I didn’t have an accomplice.”
He glanced back at her. “I’ve been keeping track of you and your friends for a while now, including the places you’ve been to and all the things you’ve done. Perhaps you’ll recall a certain Fire Nation village that was destroyed by a flood caused by terrorists?”
Katara’s stomach clenched with dread. He was talking about Jet and how he had tricked her and Aang into helping him flood a village. Fortunately, Sokka had been able to warn the villagers, and everyone had managed to safely evacuate in time.
“What about it?” she asked cautiously, still feeling guilty and ashamed of the part she had played in that and how she had been so manipulated.
“Well, as far as your brother and the Avatar know,” he thrusted his thumb at himself as he walked along, “this lone soldier had family in that village. And out of gratitude to your brother for saving everyone there, has decided to return the favor by freeing all of you.”
Katara momentarily stopped walking, once again impressed by the genius of his plan. “That’s… That’s brilliant. And you’re sure they didn’t know it was you behind that mask?”
He scoffed. “Of course not. I even changed my voice, mannerism, and body language when I was with them. As far as they know, I’m just a random, grateful soldier thanking them for saving his family.” He glanced back at her. “Though I did make it very clear to them both that this was a one-time thing, and that the next time they were captured that I would not be helping them.”
Katara swallowed, understanding the double-meaning of his words. He wasn’t just telling her that he had informed Sokka and Aang that they couldn’t expect to be freed if captured again in the future, he was letting her know that if it happened again that there would be no deal making. Next time, he would be taking Aang to the Fire Nation, and nothing would stop him.
“Well then,” she said firmly, “we’ll just have to make sure not to get caught again.”
He didn’t look back at her as they walked along. “You can try. Now come on, your brother and the Avatar are waiting for you in the cargo hold with your flying bison. I already unlocked all its chains. Once you join them, you can fly away. I’ll give you until you’re out of sight before raising the alarm.”
She nodded in understanding, deciding that that was fair. “And what about Momo?”
“Your flying lemur? It’s with the Avatar. Don’t worry, everything is set for your escape, they’re just waiting for you to join them, then you can all leave.”
Katara nodded again, and they walked along in silence as they made their way through the ship, occasionally passing some more passed out soldiers. And then, finally, they were outside again. It was a clear night sky with the moon shining brightly, and Katara let out a sigh of relief, almost feeling home free.
Zuko led her along to the other side of the ship, and from a distance, Katara could see that the cargo hold was open. Sokka and Aang were down there with Appa and Momo, waiting for Zuko to bring her to them so they could leave. Then they could put this whole messy ordeal behind them, and take better precautions in the future so they weren’t caught again; they couldn’t afford to be.
Sighing again, she turned to Zuko, not really sure what to say. “Well, I guess this is goodbye then. Hopefully, we won’t be seeing each other again.”
She made to head over to the cargo hold, but Zuko held out an arm to stop her. “Wait. Come here for a minute.”
He took hold of her arm and pulled her behind a structure, hiding them from any prying eyes. He released her and Katara gave him a questioning look.
“Here, I got this back for you,” he told her, and took out her animal skin water pouch. It was still full from when it was taken from her, and she gratefully accepted it, glad that she wouldn’t have to get another one.
“Thank you,” she said, taking it from him. “Did you also give Aang back his glider and Sokka his boomerang? He’s very fond of his boomerang.”
He nodded. “All your possessions have been returned,” he replied. He then began shifting uncomfortably before reaching into his pocket and pulling something out. “And here, take this as well.”
She held out her hand and he placed a small bag in it. She stared at it for a moment before giving him a questioning look. “What is it?”
He continued to shift around uncomfortably. “They’re, um, the herbs I mentioned before. The contraceptive ones.”
Katara’s face instantly went beet red, feeling as if her face were actually on fire. “Oh…”
Clearing his throat, he continued. “Mix them in with your tea. They should prevent any… well, unwanted consequences.”
If possible, her face burned even hotter. She was glad that he had remembered the herbs, because she had somehow completely forgotten about them, despite having made a mental note to ask him about them earlier. Ironic since she was the one whose womb was filled to capacity with his seed. But to be fair, she was a little distracted with this whole escape thing.
“Um, thank you,” she muttered awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
He nodded. “I wouldn’t want to burden either of us.”
Certain that she would spontaneously combust if this conversation went on any longer, she tucked the bag of herbs away, intending to take them as soon as possible. Now all they were burdened with was the awkwardness of the situation as they stood before each other, neither knowing what to do or say.
“Well, uh… thanks for everything, I guess,” she muttered, not really knowing why she said that.
She shouldn’t really be thanking him. Technically, he was the reason this whole thing happened to begin with; it didn’t really make much sense for her to thank him for letting them go when he was the one who had captured them in the first place. But then, maybe she was actually thanking him for something else. But no, she refused to even consider that.
In response to her thanks, Zuko rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, you too.”
She bounced from one foot to the other, not knowing what else to say, and deciding it would best if she just took her leave. “I should… um, I should get going. My brother and Aang are waiting for me.”
He glanced around her, looking past the wall obscuring them towards the cargo hold. “Yeah, I suppose you should.”
It was hard to tell with the mask on, but she got the feeling that he had wanted to say more. She decided to put them both out of their misery though and end this awkward moment. “Well, then, um, bye, I guess.”
She turned to leave, and Zuko suddenly spoke up again. “Katara.”
She paused and glanced back at him. “Yeah?”
He hesitated for a moment. “I enjoyed our time together. You really were an amazing lover.”
And just like that, her face was aflame again. “Um… thanks. You were…” she averted her eyes, “really great too.”
At this point, she wished a giant wave would just come up and sweep her away so this uncomfortable moment would end faster. Which suddenly reminded her.
Using her Waterbending, she pulled some water from her water skin. It began glowing in her hands as she used her healing, and she held the water out to him.
“Here, hold still,” she told him.
He did so, and she let the glowing water slide over him. It slipped into his clothes and began trailing over his skin, healing him of any physical evidence she had left on him of their time together, clearing away the scratches, love bites, and other markings she had given him. Zuko allowed her to heal him, not moving as he obviously acknowledged the importance of removing any evidence left behind, and when she finished, she pulled the water away and returned it to her water skin, leaving him just as dry as when she had started her healing.
She had a strange sense of familiarity to when she had similarly used her Waterbending to remove her markings from her back in the shower. A feeling akin to that was happening now as she removed her markings from him. Somehow, she liked the idea of removing her markings from him even less than she had removing his from hers. In fact, she almost loathed it. She had felt almost… proud of them. But why?
She couldn’t understand it, and perhaps it was best not to think about it. And so, looking up at his mask, she gave him a shy smile. “So your soldiers don’t see any marks on you when you train, or something,” she unnecessarily explained.
He didn’t respond and merely stared at her, but she could hear that his breathing had grown heavy behind his mask. For some reason, that made her cheeks heat up, and she decided that it was really time for her to go now.
“Ok, see you,” she said.
She turned away from him and started making her way in the direction of the cargo hold. Suddenly though, she felt her wrist being grabbed, and she gasped as Zuko yanked her back. She was pulled behind the wall again and practically slammed against it, her arms pinned up beside her head. He stood directly in front of her, his body pressed against hers.
She stared at him in confusion for a few seconds, but then he let go of one of her wrists and reached up, pulling off his helmet. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart started pounding in her chest at the sight of him. She had seen that heated, hungry look on his face before, several times actually while they were in bed together, and he leaned in close.
“You think you can just run your water all over me like that and then walk away?” he practically demanded, and she realized what was going to happen a moment before it did.
“Zu–” she began, but was instantly silenced as his lips smashed against hers.
He kissed her with the same fiery passion as he did back in his room. On reflex, she found herself kissing him back as he ravished her lips, both his hands once again pinning hers to the wall. With him pressed up against her like this, she could feel his hardness through their clothes, despite his armor, as it pushed against her stomach. He was fully aroused.
What had set him off like this? Had it really been the feel of her sliding the water over his body as she healed him? She guessed she could see how that could give a feeling of sensuality, especially since she had run it all over him. And now he was kissing her again, and she found herself growing hot as well.
“Zuko,” she gasped out as she pulled her lips from his, “what are you doing?”
He growled, sounding frustrated as he buried his face into her clothed chest. “Damn it, Katara, I want you again.” He looked up at her again. “One more time before you leave.”
Her eyes widened. He wanted her again? Here? Now? No way, there was no way they could do that. Sokka and Aang were only a short distance away. They would get caught by the absolute last two people she wanted to know about this. And how the hell was he able to go again?
“Zuko, we can’t,” she told him, even as she was met by her own arousal as he began pressing kisses across her face.
“Like hell we can’t,” he practically snarled. “I need you, right now.”
“Sokka and Aang are right there!” she quietly exclaimed, nodding her head towards the cargo hold beyond the wall. “They’ll hear us.”
His hand slipped into her cross collar, finding her breasts through her shirt. “Then we better be quick and quiet.”
That was a laugh. Katara didn’t think that they could be quick or quiet. Or, more to the point, she didn’t think that he could be quick, and she didn’t think that she could be quiet; she’d futilely tried that earlier before she gave in to this whole affair, and had done so much screaming that her voice was currently hoarse. But damn if his touch didn’t already have her burning for him.
No, she couldn’t do this, not again, and especially not here with her brother and Aang only a few dozen yards away at most. What if they were heard? What if they were seen? She’d never be able to explain this. She had to stop him before this went too far.
But then the hand that had slipped into her top had pulled out and had quickly moved to the split in her column skirt, and before she knew what had happened, his hand had found its way into her pants, past her undergarments, and he was cupping her. Her mouth fell open as a cry flew past her lips, but she was silenced by Zuko’s lips pressing against hers. His tongue forced its way past her lips, and then he was kissing her with a deep passion.
Katara whimpered in his mouth as his tongue curled against hers. The hand in her pants was rubbing along her slit, and she suddenly realized how wet she had become, and how quickly. He knew where to touch her and how, and she found her hips moving with his hand as she kissed him back.
But why? Why wasn’t she pushing him away? He still had her one hand pinned against the wall, but his other one was busy in her pants. So where was her other hand, and why wasn’t she using it to push him back, or better yet, slap him across the face?
Tracking the length of her free limb with her eyes, she found that her hand was gripping Zuko’s bicep. She hadn’t even been aware of having grabbed it. And as he continued to kiss her, she released his arm and brought her hand to his chest instead, commanding it to push him away.
Instead, she ended up pulling him closer. What more, one of her legs rose of its own accord to wrap around his calf. The hand he had in her pants came out, seizing the hand that had pulled him closer, and once again pinned it to the wall as he ground his hardness against her core, swallowing the moan she released.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he moved down towards her neck, kissing around her necklace. Through the hazy fog that was consuming her mind, she somehow registered that he was kissing her skin, but not in a way to leave any marks on her. So he at least had enough sense not to leave any physical signs of what he was doing, but not enough control not to do it in the first place.
“Zuko, we can’t do this,” she breathed out.
“Yes, we can,” he replied, not moving away from her neck.
“We’ll get caught.”
“Not if we’re careful.”
She shook her head. “This needs to stop.”
He paused, looking up at her. He stared at her with eyes burning with lust for several longs seconds before responding. “Then stop me. You know you can. You have your water skin. Use it if you feel you need to.”
A shiver ran through her as she recalled him saying the same thing to her when they had been in the shower together, and then again after he had set their escape plan into motion. She hadn’t stopped him then, and she wasn’t stopping him now, despite her weak protests. And just like before, he gave her ample time to act before he released her wrists and took hold of the crease of her top, yanking it open.
“Stop me, Katara,” he repeated as he buried his face into her chest. “If this is so wrong or if you’re so worried about getting caught, then leave. You can walk away if you want to. Go to your brother and the Avatar right now and fly away.”
Katara gasped, but didn’t stop him, nor did she walk away as he nuzzled her breasts through her shirt. His hands moved higher, pushing her top off her shoulders, and the cool night air blew against more of her exposed skin. He exposed even more of it as he grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up to reveal her bound breasts beneath it before burying his face in them.
Katara’s own hand covered her mouth, and she glanced to the side, looking at the end of the wall only a few feet away, knowing that there was nothing beyond it but open space to the cargo hold. This was completely crazy, she couldn’t believe she was doing this, and yet she found herself so unbelievably aroused, and still she didn’t stop him, not even as he lifted her shirt further and pushed it over her head so it fell down to the back of her neck. His other hand grabbed at her breast bindings, pulling on them to loosen them, and then pulling them down to expose her breasts.
Bending down, he took a nipple in his mouth, and Katara muffled a moan. She couldn’t believe herself. She was out here in the open, her top open and hanging down around her elbows, her shirt over her head, leaving her upper body practically naked, her breast binding resting beneath her bosom with her chest on full display as Zuko suckled at her breasts as she stood pinned to the wall, one leg wrapped around him, with Aang and Sokka only a stone’s throw away, able to find them at any possible time. And yet she found herself wanting more. It really did make her feel like a floozy.
She knew she wasn’t though, and had taken the time while cleaning herself up earlier to contemplate why she was so drawn to Zuko and took such pleasure in his touch. Regular physical attraction aside, not to mention his masterful skills as a lover, she had come to the conclusion that a good part of the lure and appeal had been the taboo factor of it all. After all, forbidden fruit tasted so much sweeter, or so the saying went. And with the two of them being on opposite sides of the war, there was something incredibly arousing about the idea of doing it with the enemy.
Not in all cases of course. It was a unique set of circumstances. She certainly wouldn’t give in to just anyone who was the enemy; Zuko was different. The mutual attraction and sexual chemistry between them were the main ingredients, and the taboo factor simply amplified the appeal, heightening the temptation. Wanting something that was, by rights, so very wrong just made it all the more appealing.
She had heard about hate sex before, and how it could be very pleasurable to do it with someone you despised; something about the intensity of the emotions making it so good, or so she understood. That wasn’t quite the case with her and Zuko. She didn’t hate him, not exactly, at least not as a person. As the Fire Prince, an enemy in the war, and the one trying to capture the Avatar, yes, she hated that about him, but as an individual, while she didn’t exactly like him, he was… tolerable. Either way, it still made the sex between them incredible.
She was sure the allure was the same for him, but it was greater for her. All her life, ever since her mother died, she’d had to step up and fill the role as the lady of the house, essentially doing all the things her mother did. She’d had to grow up and become responsible at such a young age, especially with her father off fighting in the war and her brother trying to fill the role of chief as best as he could. And then after having discovered Aang and traveling around with him, she’d never really had any time to just get to act her age.
It wasn’t easy, being burdened with such responsibilities, especially for one so young. She’d never really gotten to go experience the kinds of things other kids did, the things she should have. Naturally, she’d had to entirely skip over the whole teenage rebellion phase of her life. She’d had to step up and do what was necessary, never really being able to take the time to do what she wanted or have the luxury to figure out what she wanted. And in being so busy all the time, not to mention having practically all the men being away at war, there’d never been any time for a relationship, or even the opportunity.
In making her deal with Zuko, it hadn’t just been a sexual awakening for her, an unleashing of repressed feelings she should have experienced much sooner, or a realization of the level of attraction and chemistry between her and the Fire Prince. It was almost a way to seize what she had missed out on all her life. An excuse to be able to cast aside responsibility and take what she wanted, to do something she wasn’t supposed to do. For a little while, she could just enjoy herself, be a bit of a rebellious bad girl as she got to explore new and forbidden territory with someone she really shouldn’t be with in a way that was new, exciting, and oh so pleasurable. How could she possible resist such forbidden fruit when it was so readily available, and for one limited time only? Was it any wonder she had given in to temptation, even after her end of the bargain had been fulfilled?
She was pulled out of her thoughts as Zuko lifted his head away from her chest and suddenly turned her around. The cold metal wall of the ship pressed against the heated flesh of her chest as Zuko flattened himself against her. He pushed aside the back of her skirt and grabbed the top of her pants, pushing them and her undergarments down past her rear, and still she did nothing to stop him, keeping her palms flat against the wall.
She then felt him fumbling with the ties of his pants as he pushed them down as well, gasping when she felt his cock press against her backside. She braced herself, waiting in anticipation for him to take her. He didn’t though, simply pressing himself against her as he seemed to be trying to stay in control of himself.
“Tell me, Katara,” he practically demanded in her ear. “I want you so much, but I need you to say it. I need to hear it.”
He wasn’t willing to take her without her full consent. That or he just wanted to hear her admit that she wanted him. Either way, this was her last chance to put a stop to this. She could tell him no and go to her brother and Aang. Just one little word, said with conviction, so easy to say, even if her body was screaming for something else, telling her that this really would be the last time she would be able to experience this with him, even as her logical side reminded her, once again, just how foolish and wrong this was, especially with Sokka and Aang being so close.
“Tell me, Katara,” he practically demanded as he rubbed against her backside. “Say it!”
Closing her eyes, she gritted her teeth together and let the words spill out of her. “I want you inside me.”
At her consent, he immediately complied, bending his knees and thrusting up into her. Katara’s head flew back and her mouth fell open as an involuntary scream escaped her. Fortunately, Zuko had the foresight to cover her mouth, allowing only a split second of her cry to slip past her lips before he muffled the rest.
“You have to keep quiet,” he whispered in her ear.
He didn’t need to tell her that; she more than him didn’t want them getting caught. She nodded all the same though, keeping her head turned skyward as she kept her palms pressed against the wall.
He pressed his face into her hair, releasing a hissing breath. “Shit, Katara, I won’t be able to hold back this time, and we don’t have time to draw this out.”
She nodded again, agreeing with what he said about making this fast; even if they were quiet enough, if they took too long, there was no guarantee that her brother and Aang wouldn’t grow worried about what was taking so long and come looking for her.
It seemed he didn’t trust her to stay quiet though as he kept his hand over her mouth. She was glad for it, because she didn’t think she could stay quiet either. This proved to be true since, as he began thrusting into her, she began to emit moans each time he rammed into her that were muffled by his hand.
Zuko immediately set the pace, taking her fast and hard. Low grunts and hisses escaped him, but he was still better at keeping silent than she was, as even with her mouth covered, she was still being rather loud, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that forced their way out of her. How was it possible that he felt so good?
She pushed back to meet his thrusts as her nails scratched at the metal wall. Despite the coolness of the night and the coldness of the metal, she quickly began working up a sweat, making her clothes feels restricting and uncomfortable. She wished she could strip out of them completely and feel Zuko’s skin against hers, but knew that they didn’t have time for that. They had to make this as fast as possible, and she tried to hurry both herself and Zuko along by squeezing her inner muscles around him.
He swore in response, keeping one hand over her mouth and the other on her stomach to help pull her against him whenever he thrusted into her. This went in for a few minutes before he suddenly released her. Katara’s own hand covered her mouth now that Zuko’s was absent, but then he suddenly pulled out of her and spun her around so her back was against the wall again. He then pushed his pants down to his ankles and then reached for hers. He yanked them all the way down as well, quickly working one of her feet through the pant leg, her shoe making it difficult. Once he had her foot free though, he stood up once more.
Taking hold of the leg that was free of her pants, he lifted it up, hooking his arm underneath it. Katara herself reached down and took hold of him, lining him up with her wet entrance. She inserted the head and he pushed back inside. Katara’s eyes rolled back, as did her head as she pushed her hand harder against her mouth to keep quiet. Zuko began savagely thrusting into her again, and she could only hope the sounds of the wind and the ship cutting through the water was enough to drown out her muffled moans.
There was no mirror to see herself this time, but she could imagine what they looked like. Her with her chest on display, one bare leg hanging in the air while her pants and undergarments lay bunched up on the ground around her other foot. Zuko with his pants around his ankles as he pounded into her, holding up her leg as he braced himself against the wall. She wished their clothes were gone completely so she could feel all of him against all of her. She wanted access to all his skin without any barriers in the way.
One of her hands clutched at his shoulder pads while the other continued to cover her mouth. But then he grabbed at her wrist and pulled her hand away so he could kiss her. She moaned into his mouth, and the moment he released her wrist, she tangled her hand in his hair as they kissed.
Once they broke apart though, he reached behind her and seized her braid, yanking her hair to pull her head back, exposing her neck to him, and his lips latched onto her pulse point. Loud breathy sounds began to escape her, and were soon accompanied by the moans she was unable to hold back that grew in volume until he eventually released her hair and covered her mouth to silence her once more.
“I’m going to make sure you remember this feeling forever,” Zuko grunted out as he pounded into her furiously.
Katara’s eyes rolled back into her head as she cried out against his hand. She was glad he was covering her mouth, because she knew there was no way Sokka and Aang wouldn’t hear her otherwise. She also knew that Zuko would most definitely be getting what he wanted; there was no way she would ever forget the feel of him inside her and all the pleasure it brought her.
It was a wild and frantic coupling, and as the minutes ticked by, she quickly found herself rising up to that precipice. The thought of possibly being caught added an extra dangerous thrill that somehow made everything even more exciting, no matter how much the idea of being caught also terrified her. She could do nothing tough but take his assault as she squeezed her eyes shut, rolling her head around on her shoulders as she hoped that Zuko wouldn’t remove his hand from her mouth, because they would most definitely get caught if he did.
“I… can’t… cum… Katara…” he groaned out in a strained voice. “Not until… I feel you…”
Well, he certainly wouldn’t need to wait long for that with how close she was. And about three or four minutes later, she was screaming into his hand, praying to every spirit and deity there was that her brother and Aang didn’t hear her. Her orgasm seemed to trigger Zuko’s as he let out a rather vocal groan, despite trying to keep quiet, and spilled himself inside her. She mumbled against his hand as her head rested against the wall, rolling side to side.
They remained locked together like that afterwards. Resting his forehead against hers, Zuko panted heavily as Katara did her best to breathe through her nose since he was still covering her mouth. But then his hand fell away and she too began panting. Her heart rate slowly slowed down as she got herself under control. Zuko continued to hold her leg up for a while longer, but then he slowly set it down.
He pulled out of her and stepped back, and Katara slid down the length of the wall to sit on the floor, wincing slightly at the cold metal on her bare bottom. Zuko was hunched over, his hands on his knees, but then he reached down and pulled his pants up. Katara realized that she had better get dressed too, and began working on slipping her shoed foot back into her pants.
When she accomplished that, she shimmied her pants back on, then stood up and finished pulling them back into place. She didn’t bother with the lengthy process of fixing her breast bindings, leaving them loose beneath her breasts and simply slipped her shirt back over her head and pushing it down over them. Pulling up her top, she closed it and fixed herself up as best as she could, hoping that she didn’t look too disheveled. She didn’t think Zuko had left any marks on her, but she hoped her brother and Aang didn’t notice how sweaty she was, especially with how cool out it was.
“What was all that?” she found herself asking.
“Sorry,” Zuko replied as he bent down and picked up his helmet, “but seeing you walk away, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to touch you like this again, I had to have you, one last time.”
Cheeks heating, she glanced to the side, looking at the end of the wall again. They hadn’t been caught, but that had been way too risky. What in the hell had they been thinking? Was this what getting caught up in the moment was like? That had been completely insane.
And enjoyable, she reluctantly admitted. As much as they shouldn’t have done that, now that they hadn’t been caught, she was kind of glad that it had happened. After all, what was one more time in light of all they did already? And the risk factor had made it even more exciting.
But that had been the real last time, for real this time. Now that she was about to leave with Sokka and Aang, the two of them would go back to being enemies, and this whole messy business would be behind them. Nothing but a memory.
But, she found herself thinking with a blush, it would be a memory she knew she would be reflecting on often in the future whenever she touched herself. And, she also found herself thinking, pretty much against her will, that she would also likely be thinking back on this time whenever she was with someone else in the future, if not actually imagining it was Zuko she was with. Somehow, she subconsciously knew that from this day forward, she would be comparing the Fire Prince to whoever she was with, even if that man was her husband. And a guilty part of her had a feeling that whoever that man was, he wouldn’t be able to measure up.
Internally shaking her head to rid herself of such thoughts, she turned back to Zuko with finality. “I have to go.”
He sighed. “Yeah, I know.”
He put his helmet back on, completing his soldier disguise. Katara hesitated a moment before looking down at herself, then back to Zuko, holding out her arms. “Do I look ok?”
He looked her up and down, then gave her a nod. “You look fine. A little disheveled, but I guess that’s to be expected after having been a prisoner since last night. You’re also still rather flushed, but that will go away, and it’s hard to tell in the dark.” He hesitated for a moment. “You do look all sweaty though, and it’s pretty chilly out tonight.”
She glared at him. “And who’s fault is that?”
He shrugged, and she could just imagine the smirk that appeared on his face as he said, “You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”
She blushed crimson and turned away from him. “Goodbye, Zuko. Don’t expect to catch us again.”
With that, she stormed out from behind the wall, marching purposefully over to the cargo hold. She heard Zuko following her, but she ignored him, and quickly hurried over to the cargo hold when she was almost there, ready for the moment of truth.
Much to her relief, she saw her brother and Aang sitting on Appa, who was indeed free of any restraints and could fly away at any time. Momo was there too, perched on the flying bison’s head. Zuko had made good on his word after all.
“Sokka! Aang!” she called down to them with a wave.
The two boys looked up at her, and their expressions went from worried to relieved. Aang broke out into a big grin and launched himself into the air with a burst of air. “Katara, you’re here!”
He gently settled down on the ground beside Appa as Sokka slid off the flying bison. Overcome with relief, Katara ran down the stairs towards them, ready to grab them both in a hug. Just before she reached them though, Appa leaned forward past them and gave her a big lick. She groaned internally as his wet, slobbery tongue ran over her, covering her in drool. Silver lining though, it would provide cover for her sweaty, disheveled appearance.
Regardless of being covered in the beast’s slobber, both Sokka and Aang still embraced her. “We’re so glad you’re ok,” the latter exclaimed. “We were so worried!
“I’m fine,” she replied as she hugged them both tightly. “It’s you guys I was worried about.”
Sokka pulled away from her, now covered in Appa’s drool from hugging her, and he looked down at himself in disgust. “Eww, Katara, you’re all dirty.”
Her cheeks heated at that. After what she had just done with Zuko up on deck, he had no idea just how true that statement was.
Aang broke the hug as well, seemingly unbothered by his pet’s slobber. “Our new friend said that you got caught too and were being held on another part of the ship, but told us to wait here while he went to get you.”
Katara turned around, looking up the stairs to see Zuko in full soldier uniform standing at the top of the stairs. He waved down to them, then pointed up at the sky, his meaning apparent.
“I don’t think we can say he’s a friend,” she said dismissively.
“That’s for sure,” Sokka replied as he wiped away Appa’s slobber. “He’s just returning the favor for us saving his family in that Fire Nation village that Jet flooded. Guess we really lucked out in all this having him here.”
“I know, what are the odds?” Aang said happily.
Katara wiped her own face, cleaning away the drool covering her. “Yeah, what are the odds…”
Turning back to Appa, Sokka began climbing back onto the flying bison. “Well, let’s not press our luck further. That Fire soldier guy said that he drugged everyone and that they should be out until morning, but let’s not take a chance that someone will wake up early.”
Katara nodded in agreement. “Good idea.”
She too began climbing onto Appa while Aang air-launched himself back on the flying bison. “It’s too bad that soldier is only helping use escape. I thought that maybe he could come with us and teach me Firebending, but he said that this was a one-time thing.”
Katara glanced up at Zuko again. “Yes, it was. So we have to be very careful not to get caught again in the future.”
Not looking worried, Aang took Appa’s reins. “Don’t worry, we will be. Come on, Appa. Yip-yip!”
The flying bison let out a grunt before making good on his species’ name. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, but he was able to take to the air and fly up and out of the cargo hold. A few seconds later, they were flying in the sky, and Zuko’s ship was getting smaller and smaller as they flew away from it.
“Whoo-hoo!” Sokka cheered. “We’re free! I must admit, I was worried for a while there when we got caught. I honestly thought we were done for.”
Aang nodded. “Yeah, me too. But then this morning that soldier guy stopped by our cell and explained how he was going to help us escape.” He glanced at Katara. “He also told us how you got caught sneaking onto the ship trying to save us, and that Zuko was interrogating you.”
“Which makes no sense,” Sokka exclaimed. “I mean, I was acting chief back home, and I’m the oldest and most responsible one here. If he was going to interrogate anyone, it should have been me.”
Katara rolled her eyes. “I doubt you could have handled his interrogation methods.”
She blushed as she realized how her words could be interpreted and couldn’t help but think back to the ‘methods’ Zuko had used on her during the so-called interrogation. She quickly averted her eyes so her expression wouldn’t give anything away, but Aang must have seen something in her expression though, because he suddenly looked worried.
“Hey,” he said, sounding concerned, “he didn’t do anything bad to you while he was interrogating you, did he?”
Sokka suddenly looked hostile as he shifted into protective big brother mode. “I swear, if he touched one hair on your head!”
Katara’s stomach flipped. Zuko had done a lot of touching, but she knew that wasn’t what her brother had meant and quickly held up her hands. “No, no, I’m fine. He just kept asking me a bunch of question, but don’t worry, I didn’t tell him anything important.”
Both Sokka and Aang seemed to relax at her reassurance, though her brother still looked suspicious. “You’re sure he didn’t hurt you? No methods of torture or anything?”
Again, not the kind of torture he was thinking of, and she shook her head. “No, no torture. I promise, he didn’t hurt me. He just resorted to… sleep deprivation until he got what he wanted.”
Which was technically true, just not in the sense that she knew the two of them would interpret it. It would also provide an explanation for why she was so utterly exhausted, because now that they were in the clear and the adrenaline of their escape was wearing off. The sleepiness from being up so late, not to mention waking up during the middle of the night, then being woken up so early this morning for a very long day of near non-stop sex was hitting her all at once, as was the exhaustion from experiencing so much pleasure, and she let out a yawn.
“You do look really tired, Katara,” Aang noted. “Why don’t you go to sleep. We’re safe up here, and I’m awake enough to fly until it’s Sokka’s turn.”
Katara nodded appreciatively and settled down into a comfortable position. “Thanks, Aang. I really am tired. Zuko he… really worked at me.”
She saw the scowl on her brother’s face. “What a jerk, robbing you of your beauty sleep. We’ll have to pay him back somehow the next time we see him.”
“Mmm,” Katara muttered sleepily as she felt her eyes droop shut. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Technically, I kept him awake too, so he’s just as tired as me.”
She knew that neither of them would know the hidden meaning behind the truth of her words, and she was now too tired to be embarrassed by them.
“Good,” she heard her brother grumble. “I hope you gave as good as you got.”
That did get to her, despite her exhaustion, making her feel warm all over, but she was too tired to dwell on it as she was pulled down into the depths of sleep. Right now, she was so exhausted that she wanted nothing more than a good ten hours or so of uninterrupted, dreamless sleep.
Unfortunately, memories of what she and Zuko did together were fresh in her mind, and this double-meaning behind her words with Sokka and Aang was bringing them front and center. And as the images flashed through her head, she hoped that she would be lucky enough not to have any erotic dreams about the two of them.
She wasn’t.
THE END

(A/N: Seems they couldn't resist having one last romp. But even a quickie couldn't seem to be a quickie. Kind of puts their interaction with each other in different context if you think about the episodes that occur later, particularly the crystal cave, her anger towards him when he joined the group, not to mention the Ember Island Players. In any case, this story has come to an end. It was certainly rather… interesting to write, and I hope you all enjoyed it. Ah, but if you want more, then you're in luck. Sorry, but as of now, I don't have a sequel to this planned. It did, however, give me an idea for a few more lemon writing challenges, and yes, more of them are centering round Zuko and Katara; they seem to be the pair that draws out my best lemon writing skills. I've already started the rough draft for the next one, and it's kind of a role-reversal of this story of sorts, so to speak. Not sure when I'll have that out, but it's a work in progress. Don't forget to keep a look out for my other lemon writing challenges that I've done or the ones I plan to get to if you're looking for some more steamy action; I currently have three in mind. Until then, don't forget to give me your final thoughts on this story, and I'll catch you later.)
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