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Push and Pull	By : AngelaBlythe Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 19400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
A/N: Um, sadly, more dirty language. Watch your step…
Also… WARNING! GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT!
PUSH AND PULL
CHAPTER 13: Rare, Precious Things
Part I
There was a formal leaving feast for Katara and her two prisoners. After a day of rest and relaxation in the hot springs and a small lunch, Katara actually found herself excited at the prospect of a feast. But most at the prospect of leaving. She was braiding her hair up fancy for tonight, as it would be a formal occasion. In a touching display of rare affection, Master Ullo had approached her earlier that afternoon and presented her with some absolutely gorgeous robes. They had belonged to his late wife in her youth. She’d been dead thirty years, and Ugota told her in private that she had been a beauty to rival even her Gran-Gran Kanna.
Ugota had been the one to help Katara with her hair, aiding her in pinning the delicate blue jewels into her braids and adjusting the robes so they fit perfectly. They were a bit loose about the bust… There was a faint blue aura around her eyes, and her cheeks had a tinge of pink. Makeup was not common in the Water Tribes, but on special occasions royalty wore it. And Katara felt every inch royalty when she looked at herself in the mirror. Ugota tugged at the hems of Katara’s robes, making sure they were straight. The robes were a soft blue to match Katara’s eyes, but they were lined with the purest white silk. She even had light silk pants to wear beneath them.
Ugota peered over Katara’s shoulder into the mirror, smoothing her old hands over Katara’s cheeks and reminding her of Gran-Gran. “You look very beautiful, Katara,” she said with a smile. “You look so much like Kanna…”
Katara tied her grandmother’s betrothal necklace around her throat, feeling a bit more secure with it there.
“Master Ullo is giving a special waterbending presentation just for your send off,” Ugota told her as she busied herself brushing imaginary dust off of Katara’s robes. “I think he’s really grown fond of you, my dear.”
And she’d grown fond of Ullo, too, in his own way. He was more kind than Pakku – though she was fond of her master as well. It was age that did it. Sentimentality. When Pakku was Ullo’s age, he would probably dote as much as Ullo did. If he had any sense he would dote on her Gran-Gran, Katara thought with a small smile.
The past few days – the past few WEEKS – had been a hellish nightmare. Moments of great passion accompanied by moments of great pain. Her life was a waterslide of events, each meshing into the next. In the foreground was Zuko… Katara’s fingers went to her lips. He had woken her with a kiss that morning, so soft and gentle she barely believed it was him. She thought it a dream. But in her groggy, early morning stupor she had kissed the dream back, and he became real against her skin. Parts of her thought it was a dream even now.
Katara of the Southern Water Tribe – little better than peasantry, really – kissing Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation? Could that be right? Could that be possible? But if it was a dream she never wanted to wake. And if she did she would never get over it. Why did they have to be so strong, these feelings that drowned her? All her level-mindedness and all her sensibility, all her previous beliefs and all her suspicions were thrown to the wind, scattered, when she’d been rescued by a boy with a scar. Could it be that this feeling – this building, momentous sensation in her heart – was actually love? Katara had never been in love, but she was positive it was. Nothing could be more painful than love. Nothing could kill better than love. And Katara would die painfully a thousand times for Zuko, so she was sure it was love.
With a sigh, Katara kissed Ugota on the cheeks, knowing they would probably not have time for a longer goodbye later. Katara’s ship left with the midnight tide. Zuko had wanted to leave with the morning tide, but Katara had talked him into letting the Northern Water Tribe send them off properly. He’d finally balked at her accusation that he was being ungrateful. He’d been extra-kind to her for the past few days as she was healing soldiers and dealing with officers. He would give her just about anything she asked, she was sure.
Her one reservation about leaving with Zuko and Iroh was that their transport was a Dai Li captain named Fong. He had volunteered his services to Chief Arnook behind Katara’s back, and she wasn’t too pleased about it. In fact, she wasn’t too pleased with the Dai Li captain at all just then. So he wanted to apologize for his accusations. That was fine. But stalking her wasn’t. And if this wasn’t stalking she really didn’t know what was. Zuko had been bothered by him as well, and as much as she knew Zuko could control himself, his amorous attentions after brief run-ins with Captain Fong were a bit possessive for Katara. The amorous part she could pretty much handle.
Katara walked with her arm entwined with Ugota’s until she reached the entrance of the great hall. Master Ullo was her escort for the night, and she would sit by him on the main dais during the feast. She felt bad for Zuko and Iroh, however, who would be seated under guard some distance away. Zuko had been quite adamant about his dislike of the situation, but she promised not to leave them alone for too long. She explained that she had responsibilities, but she could see Zuko’s malcontent.
Master Ullo smiled at her as Ugota passed her off. She placed her hand above his, feeling rather like arm candy in a silly kind of way. “It brings me great joy to see you wear this, Katara,” he whispered to her as the doors opened wide.
The feasting tables were lined along the walls, filled with Water Tribe royalty and Earth Kingdom officers. She smiled in particular at Zuko and Iroh. Zuko had an ugly frown plastered on his face, and Iroh waved at her with a childish grin. Katara sat as delicately as she could, smoothing the silk around her knees as she knelt on the soft cushions on the dais. She didn’t want to fabric to rip or tear. It might break her heart. The hall murmured actively as more guests arrived in their Water Tribe or Earth Kingdom finery. Many of the Water Tribe girls were taken with the dashing, well-muscled Earth Kingdom officers, and flirted quite admirably.
The commotion died as Chief Arnook raised his hand for silence. “We are here to celebrate our victory during the solar eclipse,” he said simply, waiting for the applause to die down before continuing. “We owe our victory to young Hahn, who led our troops with pride.” Another cheer. “And to Master Ullo, with his skillful waterbenders.” A deafening noise. “And, of course, to Master Katara of the Southern Water Tribe, who risked her life to bring us this information on the eclipse. She has shown compassion and wisdom beyond her years.” Katara felt herself blush wildly at the prolonged applause she received. She smiled up at Chief Arnook, who was applauding her himself, and to Master Ullo, who had a hand on her shoulder and a wet look in his eyes.
Master Ullo’s presentation was even more beautiful and mesmerizing than Master Pakku’s had been. While Pakku used graceful, large bodies of water, Ullo had the finesse to control thousands of streams and droplets simultaneously, making the water a myriad of colors and shapes as it crossed the lights and danced around the stage. His fluid movements awed Katara thoroughly, and left her itching to bend some water. The ballet of water ended with huge applause, but Katara could see the sheen of sweat on Ullo’s face, and the heavy breathing that continued for a few minutes afterwards. She thought vaguely that he was going to need to choose a successor in the near future.
They feasted well on all manner of squid and octopus, many different kinds of fish, tiger-seal liver, great whale meat, mollusks and clams, delicate seaweed flowers, and, of course, Katara’s personal favorite, stewed sea prunes. When she had done her fare share of smiling and nodding to old friends and awed waterbenders, Katara slipped off the dais with a swift peck on the cheek for Ullo. She couldn’t believe he actually blushed when she did this.
It was difficult to cut the room to the opposite side where Zuko and Iroh sat. She kept on getting waylaid by waterbenders and officers, and young girls she knew. When she finally reached Zuko and his uncle, she nearly laughed at the scene. Zuko was steadfastly NOT looking at his uncle, who had a girl on either side of him serving tea or giggling. They were the same two girls that had helped her with the older Fire Nation general during the eclipse, Katara noticed.
“Katara!” Iroh exclaimed excitedly as Katara slid down to her knees before the low table. They didn’t have quite the variety that she’d had on the high dais, but she noticed that one of the serving girls had managed to pilfer a bowl of sea-pear pudding (a very sweet delicacy) for herself and General Iroh. “You look so lovely! I could hardly take my eyes off you!”
Katara blushed, noticing that Zuko was sitting ramrod straight next to her, his eyes glued to the table. Did he think she looked nice as well? She couldn’t lie to herself; most of this was for him. “Thank you, Iroh,” she said quietly. “How are you enjoying the feast?”
Iroh laughed, and Katara noticed there was a large amount of snow wine in his cup. “It’s wonderful!” The wine, too, must have come at the hands of one of the serving girls, because snow wine was very expensive…and VERY alcoholic. The pink tinge on Iroh’s cheeks told her he had probably drunken some all ready.
Katara watched the proceedings from her new seat and suddenly had the intense urge to be far, far away. “I have a lot of things to pack,” she said suddenly, standing swiftly as she could without tearing her robes.
Zuko looked up at her with passive eyes. “Uncle,” he said, attempting to address the older general without actually looking at him. “We’ll be in the rooms. The ship leaves at Minute="0">midnight. Don’t be late.”
One of the girls giggled. “Don’t worry. We won’t let General Iroh miss his ship.”
“He’ll be back later,” one girl said.
“Much later,” the other added.
But when Katara looked at Iroh, he broke his smiling façade and winked at her briefly. Katara flushed pink at the sly general. That dog… To be fair though, the girls were older than Katara by a few years, and both of them were very pretty. Katara shuddered and turned to the guards that hovered over Zuko and Iroh through the meal. “Make sure,” she enunciated clearly, “that he is at the docks at Hour="0" Minute="0">midnight.” The two exchanged a significant look and nodded.
When she and Zuko were walking away, Katara shuddered uncomfortably. “Well, that was a bit disturbing,” she said conversationally in a low voice.
All Zuko said was, “Hn,” as he continued walking briskly to their rooms. He didn’t even look at her. Was he upset with her because she’d wanted to stay for the feast? Honestly, it was only a half a day off their travel-log, and they were leaving directly after the celebration. They wouldn’t even have been ready to leave that morning anyway!
They turned the corner down the next hallway, Katara made up her mind to ignore the prince’s cold silence. If he wanted silence he was going to have to leave their room, because she was going to annoy the living crap out of him and talk up a storm. Sometimes she just liked to bother Zuko so much…
She sighed. “I suppose I’ll be glad to get out of these robes,” she said in a light, airy tone. “They’re so delicate, half the time I was afraid I would move wrong and they’d rip.”
They rounded the next corner down the corridor their rooms were on, and Katara had just opened her mouth to be even more annoying when Zuko turned her against the wall and pinned her there, looking right down through her eyes into her soul. Katara had never seen him so serious, so intensely passionate. She’d seen him passionate, intense, and serious, but this was DIFFERENT. Katara pressed herself against the wall, somehow intimidated by the concentrated look on his face.
“Zuko,” she whispered uncertainly.
He leaned in towards her, his hands on either side of her shoulders as his nose brushed hers briefly, lightly, like a spirit. Her lips trembled unexpectedly as she inhaled. His body heat seemed to increase exponentially as he stood there, his face right next to hers, lips almost touching, noses side by side. But he didn’t touch her, and he didn’t kiss her, and this suddenly made Katara very nervous…nervous in a way where ravenous butterflies soared in her stomach, and her heart pitter-pattered inside of her chest.
“Katara,” he rumbled deeply. His breath hit her cheek and it was hot. Not warm – hot! Not bad, though… His nose caressed her lightly as he skimmed his cheek and lips against hers, not quite kissing her, but making Katara wish he would. “If you talk about getting out of your robes any more you’re going to be in serious trouble.”
Katara knew what he wanted, what really got him going. “Prince Zuko,” she whispered breathily into his ear. “I hope that’s not a threat…because you know how I feel about threats…”
His chuckle was dark and sinister – sinister in a way that made Katara shiver with delight. “I would never threaten you, Little Miss Water Tribe,” he replied. Katara could feel the grin on his face against hers. One of his hands drifted down her shoulder. He tucked a few of his fingers under the crease of her sash, pulling slightly at the fabric to loosen it. “You know I only make promises,” he finished in a dreadful whisper.
Katara felt a shiver run down her spine. “These robes…” she taunted. “They’re so delicate…I don’t think I could stand to be in them a second longer…”
He smiled before he kissed her, and Katara felt electric when his pressed his lips to hers. The hand on her sash moved around to her lower back, forcing her against him lustily. Katara moaned into the kiss. She couldn’t think about anything but his lips, about the way they moved against hers, how his tongue teased her so warmly. She shook when his hand cupped her cheek as he kissed her jaw and down her neck. His breath and his kisses, so searing – blazing, sweltering, scorching – and sweet melted her completely, made her helpless in his arms. The hand on her back slid lower, lower still until he grabbed her butt and forced her closer to him. She gasped as he held her there.
“I burn for you, Katara,” he whispered harshly in her ear, making her shake with anticipation. “I need you.” His teeth grazed her neck lightly, tongue flicking over the soft flesh.
Katara’s heart quickened noticeably as he paused, kissing her neck tenderly, not at all aggressively.
“I love you,” he finished, pulling away to look into her eyes.
They were sincere. There were no games being played here. Golden and full of devotion and worship, widened in anticipation, his eyes met her own. Katara felt herself swirling as she kissed his lips briefly, softly, and brought her fingers to caress his scarred temple.
“I love you,” she whispered.
When his eyes closed it looked almost like he was in pain. He crushed her against his chest, pulling her against him and wrapping her in both of his arms. She never wanted to be let go, and she never wanted to feel anything but this. This was Zuko’s love – strong and passionate and fiery and aggressive and tender and swift and sweet and painful and terrible and wonderful and exciting.
Katara’s only regret was that they hadn’t quite made it to the door, that they weren’t safe from prying, horrible eyes of vicious little bastards. She very nearly cried when she heard his voice.
“GODS! So this is it?”
Zuko turned swiftly with fire and hate and death in his eyes.
“Hahn,” Katara whispered under her breath.
The older boy smirked, his eyes vicious and malicious under his dark brow. “I told you I’d figure out what was going on…” he taunted cruelly. But then he laughed, looking quite pleased with himself. “But I never suspected this!” He snorted. “I mean this – THIS is beautiful. Perfect.”
Zuko was growling, steam was rising from his body, and Katara knew in a matter of seconds flame would appear in his hands.
“Do you love him, Katara?” he jeered. “Do you imagine he loves you when he fucks you?”
Katara saw the flames forming in his hands as Hahn walked forward, arms crossed and still talking for some ungodly reason.
“Is she a good lay, Prince Zuko,” Hahn continued nastily. “Water Tribe girls usually are – always willing to please… Our little Katara’s not a good Water Tribe girl, though…bet she’s feisty.”
Katara barely saw him move, but when Zuko had his hand on Hahn’s throat, dangling him a few inches across the ground, Katara actually cried out. The smell of burning flesh permeated the air, and Katara realized that Hahn was actually sizzling. The teen cried out in pain, but Zuko’s other hand reached up, balled into a fist, and struck him violently.
“Zuko! No!” Katara finally cried, gaining back her senses.
Zuko ignored her, and brought his face very close to Hahn’s. “I knew I’d be seeing you again, boy. But I didn’t realize I’d have the added pleasure of hearing you beg for your life.”
Hahn’s eyes had no vicious pleasure or sick amusement now. They were all fear and pain. “No! Stop! Don’t hurt me! I swear I’ll never say another word! I promise! Please! Gods! Katara, help me! Someone –”
Zuko tightened his hand around Hahn’s throat, cutting off his air and ability to speak. “That was almost good enough, Hahn,” Zuko said, his voice deceptively calm. “But I think I’m going to have to kill you, now.”
“Zuko!” Katara said, almost terrified. He didn’t look at her though.
“He already knows too much, Katara,” he said in a dead kind of voice.
“He won’t tell anyone,” Katara said softly.
“He insulted you,” he replied.
“He’s sorry…”
“I can make sure he’ll never do it again,” Zuko growled. But Katara could hear the change in his voice, and was relieved.
“I know,” she said.
Unceremoniously and swiftly, Zuko released Hahn’s throat, letting the warrior slide to the floor, coughing and actually crying. Zuko turned and slammed the door of their room behind him, and Katara let out a great sigh. Then, with the patience the gods gave only to mothers, Katara knelt next to Hahn and put her hand on his shoulder.
He was on his knees, doubled over in pain and holding his neck.
“Hahn,” she said softly.
“Get away from me,” he spat painfully.
“You’re so lucky, Hahn,” Katara said softly, bending the water from the floor into her hand. “Not only is Zuko going to let you live, but I’m going to heal your burns.”
“Get AWAY! WHORE!”
“Shut up, Hahn,” Katara said forcefully, pinning him as she placed her hands around his throat. She was a little pleased to see the fear in his eyes when she did so.
When she finished she stood and wrapped her arms around her middle. “Remember your promise, Hahn,” she said softly as he stood on shaky legs.
“You’re going to regret this,” he said spitefully, his eyes dark with fear and anger and aggression.
I know, she said to herself, closing her eyes and listening to the fast footsteps of the Water Tribe warrior as he ran away down the hall.
PART II
A midnight snow was coating the ships and the icy docks as their ship was being loaded. It began light and soft, but the wind had picked up considerably since then. Katara wrapped her arms around her waist and shivered. It wasn’t so much the cold. It was the wind. She looked out onto the ocean, which was black and calm that night. The clouds obscured the moon, made even the brightest fires seem dull.
The Earth Kingdom ship was huge – it was a new design. Most often their ships were made of wood, but this one had utilized stolen Fire Nation technology. It was bulkier, however, not as aesthetic as the streamline Fire Nation ships. It was a crass color of green, something that Katara found to be weird and unnatural. The golden designs on the prow were ostentatious and ugly. Katara did not like this ship. And she would not like sailing on it. She didn’t enjoy sailing unless she could feel every rocking motion of the sea like on Water Tribe ships.
She inhaled as Zuko stood at her elbow. He’d not said more than five words to her since the incident with Hahn in the palace. She didn’t really think he was upset with her, however. She was sure most of Zuko’s rage was directed at the despicable Water Tribe warrior that was so close to Chief Arnook. Hahn was not present at their sendoff. But nearly everyone else of importance was.
After final goodbyes and deep, respectful bows, Katara followed Captain Fong onto his ship – the Western Wall. She’d only been half-listening when he blithered on about some such important battle it was named after. She REALLY didn’t care. She wished she could lose her temper with the Dai Li captain, but since she was technically his guest she thought against it. Zuko was close behind her, but Iroh had been delivered to his cabin earlier that evening, before the snow began to fall harshly. It seemed to old general couldn’t hold his snow wine as well as he thought…
Her cabin was next to Zuko and Iroh’s, and quite nice in her opinion. Captain Fong bid her goodnight there at her door, and Zuko kept his eyes on the scene the whole time. Katara closed her eyes, and when she opened them again he was gone. She bit her lip. This was ridiculous. She loved that stupid, angry jerk! She was not going let the night end like this!
“Jerk,” she murmured under her breath.
She opened his cabin door and put her hands on her hips aggressively. Her eyes softened, though, when she saw Zuko standing over his uncle.
“What?” he asked shortly.
“Come have a drink with me,” she said quietly.
“I hate tea,” Zuko replied, not even look at her.
Katara just stood silently in the doorway until he looked at her, and then turned and walked into her cabin. She heard his footsteps behind her and smiled briefly. She poked about her cabin until she found a teapot. Zuko even obliged her with a flame. She sat across the table from him, not saying a word as the water boiled. It was jasmine tea, not Katara’s favorite, but it was all there was. She sipped hers lightly after pouring Zuko a cup. He didn’t touch it, just stared at it with his arms crossed over his chest.
Finally, with a sigh, Katara saw that she was going to have to be the mature one. She set down her tea, which had gone a long way in calming her and clearing her mind. Then, with feline softness, she paced behind Zuko and put her hands on his shoulders. He tensed immediately, but Katara worked silently with tender hands to knead the knots out of his shoulders. She never really realized how muscular he was until she touched him. Even through this – even though he was angry and resisting her – she could feel the electricity between them.
“I could have killed him,” he said quietly, finally breaking the silence.
“I know,” she replied, kneading his shoulders vigorously.
“I wanted to,” he continued, exhaling when she began to massage his neck. “I lost control,” he finally confessed.
She sighed heavily when he put a hand over one of hers. He stared straight ahead. “I scared you. I’m sorry.”
Katara closed her eyes in relief, sliding her hands down his chest in a comforting gesture. She was glad that she was back in her traveling clothes, because the slits in her robe gave her legs free range of motion. She moved around him and sat on his knees, straddling him. Her hands propping her up on his thighs, she leaned close and looked deeply into his eyes. “I love you, you big jerk. Don’t scare me like that again.”
This brought a brief smile to his face, and Katara was happy. It was so rare to see him smile – twice in one night, even after brutally attacking some bastard from the North Pole, was truly an amazing thing. He leaned forward and kissed her soundly, pulling her higher on his legs with his hands around her hips. Katara smiled into Zuko’s lips, wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. His hands rubbed her backside softly, warming her and, quite honestly, turning her on.
He pulled gently on her sash, letting it slip to the ground as he kissed her collarbone and parted her robe. She let him – she wanted him to. She knew that look in his eyes, and it was that tender, soft, lusty look that let her robes drop around her hips. He continued to kiss her neck, and Katara sighed blissfully, tracing gentle patters on the back of his neck and down his back.
“Katara,” he murmured into the soft skin of her chest as he unwrapped her breasts. He nipped at the skin between them, kissing up her neck until the wrap was tossed across the room recklessly.
She now loved it when he looked at her. She wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed – his eyes never made her feel like that. They made her feel cherished and beautiful, special and wonderful. He took a deliciously long time looking at her bare chest, running his hands up and down her stomach and ribs to warm her. Katara tilted her head back with a moan as he cupped her breasts, kissing each nipple as he massaged them in a circular pattern. She let out a pretty sigh as his hot tongue laved attention to her breast, arched and cried out, too.
He was so careful with her, so gentle. Katara never felt she would break more than when he held her like that. “Gods, these are wonderful,” he whispered softly, nuzzling his face in her breasts.
She laughed lightly, tugging gently on the short hairs on the back of his neck. He looked up at her with glowing eyes. “Take me to bed, you,” she said in a chiding voice.
He smirked devilishly and stood. She curved her back so she was resting her head on his shoulder, barely noticing as her robes fell uselessly on the ground. He fell on the bed over her, kissing her feverishly, warming her and pressing her into the mattress of the one-man bunk. She loved it when their tongues danced like this. She loved it when her breath got so short she thought she would lose it. She loved it when his hands warmed every inch of her skin. She loved it when he kissed her neck and allowed her to do the same.
When she wrapped her legs over his back, drawing him closer, Zuko’s head shot up and gave her a worried look. “I don’t –” he paused. “I want to, Katara. I want you.” He paused again, brushing her face softly. “But I don’t want to…to force you into something you’re not ready for.”
His concern brought a small smile to her face. She would do anything for him – she’d said she would do anything he told her. She’d meant anything. But he didn’t want to force her. He wanted her to want this. She smiled a little more, cupping his cheek in her hand. “Zuko,” she whispered softly. “Please…make love to me…I want to.”
As she said this she saw Zuko’s eyes close and his face become flat. He looked as if he was trying to focus, trying to control himself. She ran her thumb over his lower lip, and when he opened his eyes she felt immediately helpless. The passion burning there should have scared her – no one looked at her quite like Zuko could. But the passion didn’t scare her. Instead, it made her pull his lips down on hers, her hand sliding to the back of his neck as she tangled her fingers through his hair.
His kisses were slow and full, and the rocking motion of his lips was quite different from his kisses in the past. Katara felt the gentle rolling motion of his lips and it reminded her of the sea. She moaned into his lips, their tongues touching briefly and softly. Katara wanted to cry out with all the sensations – his hands sliding down her body, his lips pressed firmly on hers, the pressure of his hips as he rocked her softly in a mimic, or maybe a promise, of what was to come.
Katara glided her hands down Zuko’s front, pulling on his shirt. He leaned up for a moment, tossing his shirt negligently to the ground and then looking down on her. His eyes held a hunger that made Katara’s heart drop into her stomach. He splayed his hands over her stomach, warming her and massaging her curves with supple fingers. She moaned when his hands found her breasts, and couldn’t help but be amazed at the look of worship on his face when he kissed and caressed her skin. He made his way to her ear, slowly and meanderingly.
“Say it,” he murmured – demanded – in a low voice, nosing her ear affectionately.
“Zuko…” she breathed, her voice catching in her throat as his fingers drifted lower and lower to the hem of her pants.
“Say it,” he said again, his fingers dipping into her hem of her pants and pulling them over her hips.
“I love you,” she sighed, helping him kick off her pants and undergarments.
He stared down at her with cloudy eyes, and she trembled slightly when he rubbed her thighs and hips. He kissed her again, one forearm propping him up while his other hand reached softly between her legs.
“Ohhh,” she gasped against Zuko’s lips, her eyes rolling back into her head. His fingers…so wonderful and warm…stroked her gently, and she arched her back in pleasure. She had never known this before, and she wanted more. “Zuko…” she plead, almost begged him.
His mouth found her breasts again, and Katara was overrun with sensations. She cried out softly when he inserted a slow finger, pumping it in and out leisurely as she gasped and sighed. She could feel his smile against her chest, and it made her hum with desire. When a second finger joined the first she raised her hips with the pumping motion of his hand, grasping onto his shoulders and holding onto them uselessly. What was this that had her whole body heating up? What was this that made her tingle and want so badly?
Zuko brought his teeth down on her nipple at the moment his fingers rubbed against her most sensitive place. Her breathy sighs and moans turned into sobs of pleasure and needy cries. White-hot pleasure hummed through her body, and somewhere in the back of her mind she could recall herself biting into Zuko’s shoulder and sobbing his name over and over. It was amazing. It was death-defying.
She felt herself shaking slightly, riding out the aftershocks of whatever had just happened to her. Zuko was kissing her abdomen lightly, and his touches seemed to be intensified a thousand times over as his mouth moved up her body to her lips.
Part III
“You’re so beautiful.”
She returned his kisses ardently, if a bit distractedly. Seeing her in that state of passion, listening her moans become cries, and feeling her body writhe under his had been the single most beautiful thing he’d seen in his whole life. And now there was a glow to her skin that he was addicted to – every kiss he laid on her sweet stomach made her gasp. He couldn’t imagine ever tiring of this.
There was a lazy smile on her lips when she looked up at him, her eyes still a little hazy with pleasure. He could shame himself looking at her like this, knowing she would welcome him within her, knowing the feel of her warm, velvety maiden petals. Her hands played languidly over his chest and shoulders, her nails sending little electric shocks as she ran them up and down his skin. He about died when her foot hooked around one of his, sliding her calf along his leg. She was kissing his neck and chest, murmuring his name softly. He wanted her to feel that way again…he wanted to feel her shuddering and gasping against him.
“Zuko…” she murmured, sucking his lower lip into her mouth and sliding her tongue over it. He claimed her mouth again, dancing his tongue around hers as she moaned. “Zuko,” she sighed again. “I want you…please…please…”
The soft urgency in her voice made him forget his control for a moment as he kissed her breasts and neck fervently. He reveled in her gasps and light hands on his back and neck. “Ooohh,” she cried out, arching her back as he bit down on her nipple. Gods, he loved those breasts…so soft and responsive…made for kissing and sucking…
Her hands sought his pants, and he helped her take them off. He couldn’t help but be amazed at her once more as she brushed his hard length with gentle fingers. He looked to her face and saw the curious, heated tint of her eyes. He nearly died as she licked her lips, her voice a whisper. “…So soft…” She bit he bottom lip, wrapping her slender fingers around him. He couldn’t take anymore; if she didn’t stop he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He wanted to control himself…just so she could know pleasure…
“Katara,” he said in a choked voice. Her curious fingers rubbed over the head of his manhood, making him hiss. “You have to stop.”
“It’s not good…” she drowned off in a worried voice.
“No!” he said quickly as she retracted her hand. “It’s very good,” he assured her. “I just…I have to concentrate…I don’t want to hurt you…”
She nodded softly, her lips parted and her eyes wide. Then she bit her bottom lip again before kissing his neck tenderly. With more patience than he knew he possessed, Zuko kissed her, positioning himself and trying to make her comfortable. Her slender thighs brushed his hips, and Zuko closed his eyes in concentration as he penetrated her slowly. She gasped immediately, arching her chest higher. He wrapped a hand around her back, pressing her chest to his.
“This…it might hurt,” he said in a strangled voice.
“I know,” she whispered into his ear. “I trust you.” He pushed a little further, fighting away the impulses to drive in all at once. “Ohhh, Zuko…Zuko, please,” she said, her shaking voice almost a sob. He could not hurt her. “Please,” she whispered. “Please.”
Her legs came about behind his back, and the angle sunk him deeper into her still. He broke her maidenhead swiftly and she cried out, holding him tightly against her. He let her breath, but he could not think of anything but the warm, wet, velvety pressure on his manhood. He tried to be patient, but he just wanted more. He waited for what seemed a century for her to move against him, giving him silent permission to continue.
He pulled out only to push in again, and he felt Katara shiver against him. “Yesss,” she hissed encouragingly into his ear, hugging him to her even closer and kissing his neck just below his ear. The pressure and friction was exquisite as he pressed in and out of her again and again, working into a steady rhythm. When Katara met his hips in synch he thought he would come right there. He kissed her soundly, bracing himself above her, his forearms curving under her shoulders for support.
“Oh, Gods, yes,” she sighed breathily when his thrusts became harder. Her back arched and her head tilted against the mattress. He watched her in amazement, feeling her begin to contract around him. “Please, harder,” she urged him, and it didn’t take long for Zuko to comply. Her musical sighs filled the cabin. Zuko felt almost dizzy as he watched her face. Her hands danced across his back and she kissed and nibbled at his neck amorously. Then she began to gasp and cry out, and her walls squeezed against him as he continued to thrust in and out of her vigorously.
She came again, just as beautifully and exquisitely as she had before. Only this time he was within her, joining soon afterwards with a surge of euphoria and heat. He felt reverberations all over his body, and her hands sought his face. She kissed him everywhere – his neck, his chin, his cheeks, his scar. Her body pressed to his tightly, and he began to kiss her back.
“I love you,” she murmured softly into his neck. “I love you, Zuko.”
He kissed her again, trying to put together the pieces of his life, trying to figure out how he’d lived so long without her, without this. Subconsciously, he raised his body temperature just slightly, felt her sigh into his kiss. And for a long time he just held her, let their hearts calm, their breathing return to normal. She nosed his ear sleepily, kissing his neck.
When he finally pulled out of her she sighed at the loss of contact. But he turned her gently, pressing her back to his front, and wrapping his arms around her tightly. He was kissing her neck, watching her fall asleep when he realized he was never going to be satisfied by another woman. He would have no one but her.
“Katara,” he whispered in her ear. She smiled, snuggling further into his heat. “Katara…stay with me forever…”
At this she craned her neck, eyes searching his. “You know I will.” She kissed him softly.
Zuko slept fully that night.
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