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Fuseki	By : Katalyst Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Azula/Katara Views: 12159 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Warning for a bit of lime-y content not much else to say!

Expect the next update to be a bit slower in coming. I’ll try to get it up as soon as I can though.

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Katara had to admit that Azula knew what she was doing. Azula’s clothes fit her perfectly, and she was getting more than a few appreciative stares. Of course, that could have been Azula, too, as the other girl hadn’t left her side all night.

She sipped the glass of wine that Azula had pressed into her hand. Truth be told she didn’t remember if this was the second or third glass. She still felt rather awkward, but the other girl was keeping herself in the center of attention, affording Katara an opportunity to watch her.

Even though she had been written out of the line of succession, she was still every inch the princess, and it seemed that she could charm anyone. It felt strange, fake to watch the girl interact… and yet no one talked to her without smiling. She wondered if she’d be able to do that eventually – not be so artificial, but maybe she could look so at ease.

Azula laughed at a terrible joke made by the latest highly-ranked officer to ooze up to them. She had a light laugh, less vicious than Katara remembered it. It caught her off-guard and she looked at the girl in a bit of surprise. Azula smoothly excused them, dropping a hand to Katara’s waist and applying a little pressure, a clear sign to walk away now before he could launch onto another story about the war.
“Stupid old worm-toady,” Azula muttered under her breath as soon as they were away, causing Katara to suppress a giggle in her glass.

“What, you weren’t enjoying his fascinating recount of his hundred-day siege of one of Ba-sing-se’s more minor supply towns?” She smirked a bit.

Azula snorted a bit. “My father promoted more than his share of incompetent fools, and that man was one of the worst.”

“Apparently.” She finished the rest of her wine, (strange how a glass in her hands could feel so much more awkward once it was empty) immediately looking for a servant who could take it from her.

Azula was faster, taking it from her loose fingers and setting it down on a nearby table. “Let’s get out of here before another one of the old relics decides to start kissing up to me.”

Katara blinked a bit but nodded, letting Azula guide her over to the door and out to the porches. She felt pleasantly dizzy, wondering if she’d had too much to drink, but the princess had assured her that the wine wasn’t strong and it had tasted really good. She was really a bit nicer than she seemed, wasn’t she?

Lost in her own thoughts, she stumbled a little, and Azula’s hand slid from a light touch on her lower back to her hip, steadying her.

“Maybe we should get you back to your room.” She sounded amused, and Katara frowned a bit, sort of annoyed. It wasn’t like she couldn’t take care of herself.

“I’m fine.”

“I know. But it’s getting late, and it’s on the way to my room.”

Katara couldn’t argue with that logic, and she was feeling rather tired, still off-balance. The arm around her waist was reassuring, warm. “Fine, fine.”

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Aang had watched Katara most of the night, amazed at how beautiful she had grown. A small part of him still had that hopeless crush on her and probably always would, though he knew better than to admit that now. He had accepted a long time ago that he was still a kid to her, no matter what battles they fought.

He watched Katara as Azula stood close to her, keeping fingers lightly pressed to her elbow or waist. It was strange. After all they had never been friends, and they all knew Azula was insane and devious and not exactly the person you’d want to be stuck to your side like a barnacle-limpet. He wondered why Katara was putting up with Azula’s suspicious behavior.

Maybe it was some sort of game. After all, girls were pretty weird sometimes.

“She’s up to something.”

He glanced up at Zuko’s quiet words, blinking a little. “Huh?”

The firebender looked down at him, shrugging. “Azula. She’s always up to something.”

“Katara can handle herself.” Aang frowned some, watching them again.

Zuko sighed next to him, and Aang worried even more. “Maybe I should talk to her about it…?”

Zuko shook his head. “Not now. It’s not the place. Besides, it’s getting late. See? They’re leaving.”

And they were, Azula’s hand still on the small of Katara’s back, and it just seemed strange to watch his friend walk slightly-unsteadily out with her.

He jumped just a bit when he felt Zuko’s hand on his own waist, a bit of tenderness that they had both agreed they wouldn’t show in public, at least not yet, but the party was winding down and no one was really paying attention, far too interested in their drinks or dates to care about the Avatar and the Fire Lord who were both far too sober and scary for ribald jokes or war stories.

“We should go too.”

Aang nodded, smiling a little. Somehow, Zuko’s touch reassured him. And he was getting rather tired.

No one noticed them leaving together, just as no one noticed them arriving at the same time. And well, if anyone did, they were wise enough not to say anything.

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Azula smirked to herself, as she helped the waterbender into her room, helping her sit back down at the dressing table. The girl had obviously never drank this much. It made her much more pliable.

“I can manage, you know.” The girl protested, yet again, and Azula patted her shoulder lightly, hoping she managed to keep it from being too condescending.

“I’ll just take care of your hair for you. I don’t want it tangling.” She pulled the comb out, laying it on the dressing table lightly and picking up the comb again.

“Mmn…” She looked like she was going to say something until Azula tugged the comb through her hair. The girl’s eyes slid shut, and she leaned back into it, clearly forgetting whatever it was that she was about to complain about.

Azula combed her hair carefully, watching her in the mirror. She really was rather beautiful, though unrefined. It was like playing with a doll. Carefully, she set down the comb, picking up a handkerchief to kneel next to her, wiping the makeup off.

The girl’s eyes flickered back open and they stared at each other for a moment. Azula raised an eyebrow, realizing that the other girl was blushing slowly.

Well. Wasn’t that interesting.

She dragged the cloth over the girl’s lips, watched her eyes get a little bit darker, a touch wider. Smiled slowly and leaned in, following the path with a brush of her own lips.

The girl’s mouth trembled under hers, lips parting a bit in a surprised gasp, and she pressed the kiss a little more, letting the tip of her tongue brush her lower lip gently. Slid a hand back to the small of her back, steadying the girl who swayed just a bit against her.

Azula hadn’t, until that moment, been considering seducing the poor girl. She had planned to befriend her, to gain her trust. But this way would be faster, so much more interesting... and she would get something out of it besides her final goal.

Smirking to herself, she reflected that the waterbender would make a fine concubine, once she was on the throne.

She slid a hand up the girl’s arm, gently running fingernails (no longer filed into daggers, but perfectly rounded, all in keeping with her veneer of harmlessness) up the back of her neck and into her hair, tugging it a little to get the girl to tilt her head.

The girl was responding, with an adorable bit of awkwardness, a hesitant arm slid around her. Innocent. She would be so easy to mold… Azula laughed soundlessly, deepening the kiss, advancing the victory which tasted like fine wine.

Only when the girl was breathless did she break it with a slow smile, reaching up to brush some of her hair back from her face, a slow, deliberate caress before dropping a hand down, tugging at the ties of the heavy silk brocade.

The waterbender’s eyes focused a little more, and the blush crept along her cheeks, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. “What are you..?”

“You don’t want to sleep in this.” Azula smiled reassuringly, as if the kiss hadn’t happened, and undressing the girl was perfectly natural. Reached up to slide the silk from her shoulders, smiling at how the girl suddenly wrapped her arms up a bit, keeping it from falling down past her breasts, even though she still wore light silk undergarments.

“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed over.” Softly as she pushed the sleeves down the girl’s arms, turning the act into a caress as she twined her fingers around thin wrists, pulling them out of the sleeves entirely. She lifted one to her face, pressing lips to the palm of her hand, smiling again when she saw the girl’s face soften again with confusion, gently pulling apart the robe with her free hand.

“Come along.” She stood smoothly, taking both the girl’s hands and pulling her to her feet, away from the clothes, dazed and shivering in a short silk shift. Drew her over to the bed.

It would have been so easy to push the conquest further, to sink down onto the bed with her, and the idea was attractive when the girl was there with silk riding up around her thighs, hair spilling down around her hips, eyes wide and lips parted, adorably flushed. It took self-control to turn away.

But things too easily gained were easily lost. She wanted the other girl to make the decision, to draw her down deliberately. So instead she pulled the cool sheets up and over the waterbender, easing her down into the pillows with a gentle brush of lips on her forehead before standing up and slipping out of the room.

And when she was safe in her own chambers, she dreamily pulled off her own robes and let them fall to the floor, stripping off her jewelry and her undergarments, letting her hair down. Thinking of the girl and how utterly perfect she was turning out to be as she slid into her own bed, the silk on her naked skin making her shiver. It echoed the movements of her hands as she slid them along her own body, running delicious plans through her head.
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