Fire and Ice | By : RunDesireRun Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 7369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Zuko left her alone in the chambers, and Katara slumped down onto the bed. Not wanting to wander the castle aimlessly she spent a few hours practicing her water-bending. When that bored her she napped for a bit. During one very interesting dream involving both Zuko and Aang there was a knock at the door.
“The Fire Lord invites you to dinner.”
Sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she found the source of the words in a servant. She told him quickly that she would be down in a few minutes; she just needed to freshen up. Standing she looked at herself in a large mirror, fixing her rumpled hair. Spying a perfume bottle on the vanity she sprayed a few misty drop on her wrists. Making sure the mirror image of herself looked presentable enough for any Fire Lord she crept out of her room and to the dining hall.
Katara knew her way around the castle relatively well. She knew enough to follow the servants carrying trays of food. They would most certainly lead her to the dining room. She straightened up and took a deep breath at the entrance, and walked through bravely. There was nothing to worry about. At least in her eyes. Her calm and yet dangerous eyes.
Zuko had been waiting for his guest for almost an hour. It seemed that way. She was a woman, and she was probably getting gussied up for no reason. He never understood that need in women. His sister, with all her seemingly asexual ways still took a much longer time than he did to get ready in the morning. He became fed up, tired of waiting for Katara. Just when he was ready to send another servant he saw her enter the room. Her scent was the first thing he noticed. It overwhelmed him. She smelt of his mother. Nostalgia brought him back to a time when he was young and his father would entertain fire-benders from all over the nation. When he was still small enough to fit into his mother’s lap. To memorize the smell of her down to the last note and hint.
“I see you were so bold to borrow the perfume in the room.”
She was barely in the room when he spoke. There was a regal air to his voice now, as if he was trying to exercise some sort of authority over her. When she was able to hear his words her heart dropped. She had not thought that the objects in the room were off-limits but now that she thought about it that made more sense. Gasping she almost ran out the door, her fingers were still leaving its handle. But she was stronger than that. She had more courage.
“Yes. I am sorry if I have done something wrong.”
To enhance her apology she looked down in submission. It was something that was a turn-off for Aang, and she wondered if it would be a turn-on for Zuko. She shouldn’t be having such nasty thoughts and she pushed them aside.
“Oh, don’t worry. It just brought back an old memory, that’s all. Come, sit, eat.”
Taking a sigh of relief Katara entered the room fully and sat at the end of a very long table. Zuko was seated at the opposite end, the rightful place for the Fire Lord. Two halves of one whole. They began to eat in silence.
The meal was a bore for both parties. Zuko stood, making Katara think that he was done with his meal, even before dessert. Instead he walked over to Katara’s end of the table. He did not ask; he did not need to, for he sat right next to her. The servants brought out dessert and he began to talk to her. Casually. Like they used during the war. Like friends. They talked about politics and love. Bending and sex. They’re topics were more adult, for they were more adult. Both of them hoped that this would not be a onetime thing. That they could be friends for life.
The meal had finished over an hour now and they were both still sipping wine. One of Zuko’s assistants came to bother him. As Fire Lord he had to wake up early the next day to attend to business. Katara smiled gently and knew that he had to leave, almost forcing him. He did not want to end their conversation. They both stood and both wanted to wish the other goodnight. Zuko, in all his manly power and force could not create the courage to make the first move. It was Katara, who, before her dream of being fucked mercilessly by Zuko while Aang watched, would never have dreamed of making the first move. But she made it indeed.
Her entire body inched towards his, and he did not step aside. She could feel her body becoming hot as she grew closer to his flesh, as if he was radiating fire’s heat. Zuko could not stand it any longer, feeling her fresh skin against his and he leaned his head into hers. She inclined towards him and they shared a kiss. No longer was one person more responsible for the initiation; it was a joint effort. They kisses passionately, his tongue brushing against her closed lips.
No.
She kept her lips shut, just wanting to feel his skin against hers. He tried again to deepen the kiss, but it was to no avail. They pulled away from each other, as if nothing had happened. Katara bowed respectfully towards Zuko, with no care to what he was thinking. She sauntered her hips as she walked away, waiting at the door to look back at him. His eyes were still alight with passion and lust, yet he did not chase after her. He did not want this to be his claim to make. He wanted to be her prize. Katara left the room and ran back to her suite where she collapsed on the bed, her fingers already making their way south.
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