Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

AIM to Please	By : technobttrfly Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality > Het- Male/Female Views: 4153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own ATLA. I make no money from this, just sick pleasure in pimping the characters

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Zuko opened the door to his penthouse apartment and there stood everyone: Aang, Sokka, Toph, and Katara. They were all in town visiting and decided to drop by to visit their old friend. Zuko greeted everyone warmly as they entered his apartment. Katara was the last one to enter. He caught his breath at the sight of her. She had gotten a little taller (her high heeled boots might have helped a little) since he had last seen her in person over a year ago. She wore jeans that hugged all her delicious curves and a white flutter sleeve top that contrasted very nicely with her tan skin. Her hair was down in brunette waves that he wanted to run his fingers through. She brushed a kiss on his cheek in greeting as he gave her a small hug. “It’s good to see you,” he whispered in her ear.

“I thought you might like this,” she said with a secret smile as she held up a bottle of arctic wine not quite meeting his eyes. He had a good idea what she meant.

After that first night of their naughty webcam messaging, they had continued their little tryst almost every night over the past six months. But it wasn’t always about the sexy parts (fun as they were), they had also rekindled the friendship that had dimmed over the years. They talked about family issues, what they wanted out of life, and what they weren’t getting at home that they very much wanted, emotionally and physically.

She brushed past him and went to the living room where everyone else was. Her perfume lingered there in the doorway and he took a deep breath of it. That little exchange sent charges throughout his body. He couldn’t believe that she was finally here in the flesh and yet there were all these other people here that he wanted to leave. Now. He quickly composed himself, closed the door, and joined the group.

They all lounged on his black leather sofas catching up on life, drinking the wine that Katara had brought. After some time, Sokka announced he was hungry (big surprise there) so Zuko recommended they walk to a restaurant near his building. The large group walked there laughing and talking the whole way. Zuko watched Aang’s attempts to hold Katara’s hand or place an arm over her shoulder and he mentally laughed to himself each time the bald kid (well not so much kid anymore now that he was 19) got blocked. At the restaurant, the group continued laughing and talking loudly. Zuko tried his best not to stare at the waterbender but he did steal glances at her throughout the meal as she did with him.

At one point, Toph asked Katara to come with her to the restroom, claiming she needed help finding it. While in there Toph told her that they were lucky Aang was completely clueless otherwise there might be problems. Katara feigned innocence. Toph rolled her milky eyes.

“Have you two done anything?”

“What?! No! Of course not.”

“Hmm. It’s like you’re lying but you’re not. Weird.”

After the meal, they went back to Zuko’s apartment to finish catching up. At the end of the night, they all exchanged handshakes and hugs as the group left. When Katara hugged him, Zuko whispered in her ear, “When can I see you again?”

She noticed everyone was waiting on her at the elevator, so she waved them on, “Go ahead. I’ll catch up.” They let the door close.

He repeated his question, looking her deep in the eyes. She smiled mischievously as she picked imaginary lint off the front of his shirt. “How about you take me out to dinner? Tomorrow?” He nodded, licking his lips in anticipation. “I’ll meet you at that little Italian restaurant down by the pier. 8 o’clock?”

“13 Coins?” he verified. She nodded.

“I can’t wait.” She moved to kiss his cheek but he saw this and turned his head catching her lips with his own. Her eyes widened at his boldness but she didn’t back away instead returning the kiss. After what felt like hours, but in reality was just a brief moment, she finally broke away. “They’re waiting for me downstairs,” she smiled smugly as she turned her head away. And with that, she turned swaying her hips on purpose as he watched her walk towards the elevator. He was half tempted to run after her and kidnap her for the night. Instead he ran his hand through his hair and leaned against the entry of his doorway. The elevator opened for her almost immediately and she entered, turned, and gave a demure wave and smile before the doors closed.

The next afternoon, he got ready for his date with Katara. He was on pins and needles in anticipation. He couldn’t believe that he would finally be alone with her, in person. He shaved, styled his hair, sprayed on cologne, then got dressed in black straight front pants, a white t-shirt with a crimson v-neck sweater, and on top a black twill blazer. He then slipped on his socks and black loafers. He looked down at this watch, it was only 6:30 and he had an hour to waste before he needed to leave. He flopped onto the couch and turned on the TV. Nothing like mindless entertainment to pass the time. Then his cell phone rang. He looked at the caller id. Mai. Ugh! He was in no mood to talk to her but it would be worse if he didn’t answer.

“Hello?” he answered dryly.

“Hey, Zuko,” came her attempt at a sexy response. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Going out,” he replied shortly.

“With who?”

“A friend.”

“Which friend?”

“Just a friend. Look Mai I don’t have time to play 20 questions with you, okay? What do you really want? We broke up remember. Like three months ago.”

He heard her sigh, “I just thought we could, you know…reconcile.” That was her code for sleep together and then he would accept her back.

“I’m tired of ‘reconciling’ with you. I want someone who wants to be with me, not just someone who wants me for awhile, gets bored, leaves, and then decides that she misses my money so comes crawling back and like an idiot I keep accepting her.”

“But Zuko…”

“No, Mai, it’s over. Good bye.” He hung up, hanging his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was just like her to ruin his good mood.

He looked at the clock on his phone. Shit. He had 20 minutes to get to the restaurant. He grabbed his wallet and keys, walked out the door, locking it behind him, and getting in the elevator pressed the garage button. Once there, he pressed the button on his remote disarming his black Lexus IS. He slid into the driver’s seat and took off towards the restaurant. He pulled up to the front and handed the valet his keys. He walked inside and before he could ask the maitre d’ if his guest had arrived he saw her sitting at the bar with her legs crossed tracing the rim of her wine glass with her pinky while looking out the window with a distant look on her face. She looked stunning. Not too overdone, just right. She wore a black pencil skirt that hit just above her knee with a cream colored silk ruffle sleeveless top and black patent ballet shoes. Her hair was in a neat ponytail that hung down her back. Without even thinking he glided to where she sat and standing behind her gently touched the back of the hand that held the glass, “May I buy you another, miss?” he silkily asked in her ear.

She turned prepared to smack whoever it was who was touching her but then saw the golden eyes staring back at her. A smile spread quickly. “Why yes, you may.” He gestured to the bartender to get another for her and one of what she was having for him. Zuko slid onto the seat next to her and continued to stare at her now holding her hand. He lifted it to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles. He saw her shiver and the smile spread. He gently placed both their hands on the counter and rubbed the top of hers with his thumb. “You look wonderful.”

“So do you.”

She took a drink of her wine and he took a drink too. They continued sitting, taking small sips of their drinks and glancing at each other like two teenagers on a first date not really saying anything to each other. It kind of was like a first date even though they had been friends since they were teens, and their conversations online that built up to this moment.

“Sir, your table is ready.” With that they picked up their drinks, her purse and sweater, and followed the maitre d’ to their table in a secluded part of the restaurant. Zuko guided Katara with his hand lightly on her lower back. They ate and talked comfortably over the course of the next two hours. Katara noticed a dance floor and asked Zuko to dance with her. How could he say no to her when she looked so excited? They got up and wrapping their arms around each other floated across the dance floor to a beat that only they heard. He held her right hand to his chest while she snaked her left hand up his neck and began stroking the back of his neck lazily. His left hand lay just at the border of her back and backside. As they swayed back and forth, Katara suddenly whispered, “You know I really shouldn’t be here.”

“You’re 21 now, you’re legal to drink,” implying the drinks from earlier.

She laughed gently at his teasing, and then got a serious look on her face as she looked up at him. “You know what I mean.”

His smile slowly disappeared as well, “Yeah, I do know.” He furrowed his brow and rubbing her knuckles with his thumb, “I’m not forcing you to be here, you can leave whenever you want.”

“That’s the thing. I don’t want to go,” she looked down, then up at him. “Ever.”

He let go of her hand and lifted her chin up bringing his lips close to hers kissing the corner. “So don’t.”

After dancing for about half an hour more, they got their things and left the restaurant. When the valet brought his car around, Zuko heard Katara give a low whistle. He gave a short snicker. They got in the car and started driving.

“So, do I need to drive you ‘home’?” Zuko glanced at her, one hand on the wheel, the other offered out for her to hold which she gladly took. He again brought it to his lips and began kissing each knuckle slowly working his way down to her wrist. A shiver passed over her.

She leaned her head back on the seat as she looked at him, “No. I’m not ready to go back yet. How ‘bout your place?” He smiled smugly.

He nodded and headed home. Once they got to his apartment, he opened the bottle of arctic wine and poured two glasses. They sat on his leather sofa turned towards each other.

She put her glass on the coffee table and then looked at him sadly before staring at her hands that were folded in her lap, “Why can’t I leave him? We’ve drifted apart and yet I can’t get the courage to just end it. I know everyone will be so mad if I do. ”

Zuko put his glass next to hers and wrapped a large hand over her small one. His other hand went to her cheek lifting her head so she could look at him. “A relationship should never be an obligation. If you don’t want to be with him, then end it. Why be with someone who doesn’t make you happy? Trust me. It never works.”

She finally looked at him, “You’re right. I know you’re right. But how do I do it without breaking his heart?”

“You can’t. Either way you’ll break it. But is it worth breaking your own?”

She left a short time later and he went to bed. Around 2:30 in the morning, he heard a knock on the door. Pulling on a silk robe over his pajama pants, he went to the door. There she stood with a combination of tears and mascara running down her soft cheeks. He also noticed the two suitcases.

“What happened? Are you okay?” He quickly pulled her and the luggage inside and wrapped his arm around her leading her to the living room. He handed her a tissue as she plopped onto the couch.

With as much bravado as she could muster she announced she did it.

He looked at her puzzled, “Did what?”

“I broke up with him. Said I couldn’t be with someone who was happy roaming. I want a house, a family, I want roots. I’m not a nomad like he is.” She blew her nose into the tissue. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest where her crying started anew.

He calmly stroked her hair and trying to comfort her. After a while, she moved from his embrace and looked at him with a mix of sorrow and confusion and something else he couldn’t quite place. Then she wiped her eyes with the tissue again before placing it on the table. She looked again at him and smiled softly. She then crawled onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned down and kissed him fully on the lips. He instantly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him kissing her back with as much passion as he could. He gently pushed his hands up her sides under her shirt. She leaned back and grabbed the hem and yanked it up over her head. Then reached behind her and unhooked her bra flinging it behind her as she leaned forward to kiss him, their lips and tongues searching and tasting each other in a frenzy. He ran his hands up and down her back and sides thrilling in the feel of her skin under his fingers slowly finding his way to her full breasts which filled his hands perfectly. His lips trailed down her neck, collar bone, to the tops of her breasts down further to capture a hardened nipple in his warm mouth. He held in firm between his lips and teeth as he flicked it quickly with the tip of his tongue. He heard her mewl above him and felt the shivers race through her. After a time, he found the other nipple and repeated the movements.

After all that time with the naughty webcam shows now she was here in front of him ready and waiting but something was off. As much as he wanted this to continue, he stopped. She looked down at him puzzled. “What’s wrong?” she asked as she grabbed her hair and pulled it away from her face and over her shoulder. He continued tracing his fingers over her skin as he looked up into her eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean you did just break up with-”

“You’ve got a horny chick half naked on your lap. What do you think?” she interrupted. He shrugged his shoulders before pulling her down for another kiss. Sliding his hands up her legs over her skirt feeling for the zipper. Instead of unzipping it though, he grabbed her butt and pulled her closer to his body.

She pulled away from his lips still holding his face looking deep into his amber eyes, “Just tell me you want me.”

He gazed back and as he wrapped his fingers into her hair at the base of her head pulling in for another kiss whispering against her lips, “More than you will ever know.”

That’s all she needed to hear. She slid off his lap and reaching behind her, unzipped the skirt letting it slink off her hips to the floor. He leaned forward and began caressing her hips and fingering the trim of the black lace panties that was the last barrier between him and her body. He kissed over her trim belly and down to the fabric running his lips over the material. She pushed him back on the couch and looping her fingers onto the sides shimmied out of them tossing them carelessly behind her.

That’s all Zuko needed to see. He lept from the couch and grabbed the woman bridal style carrying her to his bed where he tossed her onto it yanking his pants off before quickly following her. The two entwined themselves as they feverishly began kissing and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands and eventually with mouths and lips. After all the months online, they felt as though they had a good road map to each other’s bodies and quickly went to those parts.

Zuko sucked, licked, and kissed his way down her lips and neck, stopping for a time at her breasts and nipples, before heading further south. As promised, he spread her lips open revealing the pink goodness within. The sight of her glistening pussy, the erotic smell of her essence was almost too much for him. His tongue took a trip around the folds tasting and teasing before finally landing on her swollen clit. As his teeth took the nub between them, his tongue flicked and teased causing the waterbender to levitate off the bed. He held her down with his other hand and his finger slid within her pumping those delicious juices from her. He could hear her sucking in her breath then finally releasing it in erotic pants. Feeling for that textured spot within her upper walls, he pressed roughly until she exploded. Zuko thought he would drown from the amount of fluid that she exploded. He smirked to himself. It figured the waterbender would be a squirter.

Katara finally grabbed his shoulders, indicating that he should move his lips and tongue from between her legs before she completely came down from her orgasm. Sliding his body up hers, she licked her juices off his lips and chin and cheeks savoring the taste of herself on his skin.

Leaning over to the nightstand drawer, he quickly wrapped himself before returning to the place between her legs. He readily positioned himself and with a eager quick thrust entered her fully. A hearty moan came from both benders as they adjusted to the feeling of him inside her. Katara began moving her hips egging him on to which he gladly began the motions that led them both onto their journey to ecstasy. Normally Zuko was quiet during sex, but something about this woman beneath him brought out his inner porn star. His bedroom filled with the wet slapping sounds of their bodies, the echoes of moans, pants, and cries for more of whatever they were doing. Experimenting with various tempos and angles he discovered one Katara cried out for more.

“Oh, Gods, right…ah…there…don’t… stop… Fuck me!” she panted. Her fingernails dug into his back and shoulders causing delicious pain, sweat dripped from his forehead catching in his hair, his hand rested on the top of her head twining into her hair, lips caught each other for violent, deep kisses. Moans and an occasional shout of pleasure issued from both benders. Her hips met each forceful thrust he delivered. He kept the pace until white light filled his vision as he exploded inside her with a primal roar. His release triggered hers as she screamed out in pleasure. He leaned forward careful not to crush her beneath his weight nuzzling her neck as they recovered their breaths.

Recovery came quick as Zuko found himself on his back with Katara grinding on top of him at full force. He had never met a woman whose stamina matched his own. Yet here she was on top of him giving him a run for his money. He ran his hands up her stomach and fondled her breasts, pinching each nipple. He felt and heard the effect that had on her and proceed to increase his intensity quickly bringing Katara to a very vocal climax. "Shiiiitttt," she whimpered as her body shook with such force of the release. She collapsed on top of him.

“Are you done, waterbender?” he teased, running his hands up and down her back.

She sat up. “Not even close.” She lifted off of him and got on her hands and knees looking back at him. She wiggled her butt in invitation lowering her upper body. He smirked as he rolled over to kneel behind her. Tracing the head of his cock along the very wet, warm folds that beckoned him to enter, he teased her hole and her clit, entering shallowly then withdrawing and rubbing against her. She whined in protest of the tease and he laughed as he deeply pushed himself inside her. "Fuck!" he cried out as he gripped onto her hip. His other hand found its way to the base of her skull entwining her hair in his fingers, pulling gently at first then harder as Katara begged for more.

They tried several other positions, some successful, some not so much, but in the end they were both left sweaty, tired, and completely satisfied. As they drifted off to sleep in each others arms, whispers of love were exchanged.

**

The next morning, Zuko woke up with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he reached over to the side where Katara had been sleeping to pull her in for another round when he noticed the spot was empty. He shot up in bed looking around the room slightly panicked. “What the hell? Where’d she go?” Glancing at the clock radio on the nightstand he noticed it was almost 10am. He quickly pulled on his pants and raced around the apartment. The luggage that had been left in the hallway was gone. Her purse. Gone. Her clothes scattered across the living room floor from last night. Gone. He stood there in the middle of the room running his hands through his hair in distress. Hadn’t they had fun last night? Hadn’t they said they loved each other? Maybe she changed her mind. Maybe she had gone back to Aang.

He slumped down on the couch and covered his head with his hands. He was kicking himself. They had gone too fast and he scared her off. He knew it. He knew that’s what had happened. She had some fun and now she was done with him.

“Idiot!” he screamed at himself. He wanted to explode. To destroy everything around him in his rage. How could she do this to him?
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

AIM to Please