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Oasis	By : vickiso Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 40533 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The first thing I felt was a soothing coolness against my chest. I knew there was pain, a burning, stabbing sensation that threatened to make me cry out, but it was subsiding rapidly. In moments, it was entirely gone. The coolness moved around, silky fingers flowing over my skin. I felt hurts I had not acknowledged dissipate, and with each gentle probing, a little more pain left.

Was I dead? Had I finally shed the mortal coil and entered the Spirit Realm? If so, then I had surely done something good, because I was in a state bliss.

I sank down deeper into heavenly sleep, not daring to open my eyes in case this wonderful feeling left me. The soft touch was like silk and feathers brushing over my skin, cool like shade on a summer’s day.

And suddenly, an electric thrill sent sparks through my blood as the soft stroke circled my nipple.

That was no chaste comfort.

It came back to me, slowly, surely. The Avatar. The oasis in the Northern Water Tribe. The Waterbender girl… Katara.

Oh, of course I knew her name, though we’d never formally been introduced. I knew all their names: Sokka, Katara, Aang, Appa, and even that lemur, Momo. They’d shouted at or for each other enough times that I could figure out who was who.

Besides, she had such a beautiful name. Conjoined with – I admit it – stunning and singular beauty, and the strength and spirit of a warrior, her sheer presence was not easily missed or forgotten. I could pick the water wench out from any crowd. In a few years, natural beauty like hers would blossom, and she would become worthy of any harem or royal court, even if she was just a lowly peasant from an unremarkable Southern Water Tribe village. She was an orchid, rare and delicate, grown from a pot of dirt. Lovely, sweet, fragrant…

And now, she was touching me.

The fingertip traced around my hardening nipple and I heard a stifled giggle. I remained perfectly still, pretending to be asleep, and felt the girl’s touch trail down the centre of my chest. Her palm rested on my abdomen and slid along the planes of my flat stomach. I could feel her tracing each abdominal muscle, exploring the lumps and curves that must be so different from her feminine ones. It was a good thing I wasn’t ticklish.

I fought to keep my face still and suppressed a groan as her curious fingers worked along the edge of my waistband. I felt my manhood throb at her exploratory touch, the fire in my soul being stoked into a wild blaze. Despite years of meditation, my body reacted, and I heard her gasp, a little pleasant intake of air through smiling lips, as my member reared, the swollen organ pushing painfully against the fabric of my trousers.

I could hear her smile. Definitely a pleasant surprise.

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I couldn’t help it. With each hurt I removed, Zuko’s alabaster white chest became more and more like some ideal carved in marble. His torso was a living monument, rising and falling steadily, a strong, steady heartbeat throbbing within him.

He didn’t seem so bad, lying there. I looked into his scarred face and mentally removed the cuts and burns on his skin. I could have healed those as well, might even have tried to heal the flame-shaped burn mark covering his left eye. But I knew I had to leave those. If he never looked at his chest, he would not know I had healed him. But if he saw his suddenly unmarked face, he would know I had done him a service, and Aang and Sokka and everyone else would know it, too.

Prince Zuko was quite handsome, even with the small frown tugging his lips in his slumber. I wondered if he ever smiled, and what it would look like. I was suddenly aware that my hand had been absently caressing the smooth skin of his chest and I stopped, wondering at myself, unable to suppress the foolish grin that was plastered on my face. After all, I couldn’t help it that Zuko was, forgive the pun, hot. I looked at him more carefully, feeling the energy, the intense fire lying dormant within him, just under the surface beneath the skin of my hand. I ran my palm across his front and blithely wondered, while chastising myself, what he tasted like.

Then I noticed his loin. The fabric of pants was tented, his erection standing as proudly as he would in salute. I stifled a delicate “Oh!” and looked away. His arousal was quickly becoming mine, and while I was still a virgin, I was not ignorant of these feelings and the dangers they represented to a young flower such as myself.

It was quickly becoming evident that this danger hovered over me now, breathing hotly down my neck. I looked down at Zuko and forced myself to frown. Enemy, I labeled him, and tried to turn my eyes away. He was the heir to the Fire Nation throne, after all, and had nearly dispatched me in his obsessive hunt for the Avatar.

And still, my hand continued its circuitous path around his bare skin.

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I was on fire. I was burning from the inside out, mad with desire, feeling a different kind of agony as I struggled to remain still. I wanted to break the icy hold around my wrists and ankles and take her, make her mine, throw every caution to the wind and just be inside her, have her writhing with pleasure underneath me, tasting of her sea salt lips and skin.

But delicate situations call for delicate actions. And I still had to get the Avatar.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. She had not noticed that I was awake yet, her gaze focused on my throbbing princehood. Her lips were parted and she was panting ever so slightly, her eyes wide with fascination. Her dark skin was flushed, her dark braid of hair hanging just over her shoulder. How I wanted to undo that knot and run my fingers through those shining locks and breathe in her scent!

I quickly shut my eyes again as she turned, fixing my face into a mask of perfect calm. She spoke softly.

“If our situations were different…” Katara’s voice trailed off.

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I don’t know what made me say it out loud, but I stopped myself before I could complete the thought. If our situations were different, I would what? Admit that I liked looking and touching his naked body?

I was being foolish. It wasn’t that I was so chaste that I couldn’t admit to enjoying a little self-pleasure, but that had been nearly impossible with my brother and the little monk hanging around. I didn’t resent them, but neither of them inspired the kind of longings Zuko was inciting right now. Had always incited, in many ways. The thrill of being chased, hunted, the risk of being captured, taken, held against my will… it made me shudder, but not in an entirely unpleasant way.

Looking at the prince’s still face once more, I wondered what I could get away with. I could feel the slow build of pressure in my lower regions, the heat and wetness increasing the longer I stared into his imperfect, handsome, human face.

His lips looked so inviting. What would Sokka say about me kissing a Firebender? The dark thought made me smile. It was so deliciously forbidden.

No one was looking. This would be my only chance. When I had granddaughters, I could always tell them the story of how I kissed the Prince of the Firebenders and he’d never known it. I smiled at this thought.

Curiosity got the better of me. I leaned over the prone prince and gently placed my lips over his in the most innocent of kisses. He did not react, to my relief. I tried again, letting my lips linger. He tasted of salty sweetness, flavoured with a hint of wood smoke, and I gently tugged at his lower lip, pressing my tongue against his teeth.

His face twitched. I felt his tongue flicker out to meet mine.

I gasped.
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