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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
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As he sat there wallowing, feeling like he had been nothing more than her Rebound Boy, he suddenly heard a loud bang against his front door then another like someone was trying to kick the bloody thing down. He lept up and angrily opened it.

There she stood juggling a tray with two coffees and three large grocery bags. Relief flooded him.

“Oh, thank La,” she exclaimed as he grabbed the bags from her overburdened arms. “I thought I was going to lose everything.”

So did I, he thought. Wait! Where did that come from?

They got to the kitchen where they put the bags and coffees down. As she began opening cabinet doors figuring out where to put the groceries he leaned against the counter watching her. “I thought you left,” he confessed, eyes down in embarrassment, trying hard to be nonchalant about the situation.

The idea seemed strange to him that he would be so upset thinking that she had left. Normally he could care less. In fact, he usually preferred that. Relationships weren’t really his thing aside from being with Mai but that was so on and off that it hardly counted. Not to say that he slept with a lot of women, because he didn’t. But this woman he had known since high school was a little different. He honestly didn’t want to say goodbye. He was tired of telling her goodbye.

“I did leave, silly,” lifting the coffees and the small bag waving them at him, “Coffee. Bagels. Groceries. I was starving and for having this big fancy kitchen you have, like, no food. I mean seriously, your fridge has nothing but beer and takeout. It’s any wonder you-” Zuko cut her off by planting his lips on hers, pulling her body close to his. Her eyes widened in surprise then slipped closed as she put the food and coffee down behind her gripping the counter as she kissed him back.

“What happened to your suitcases?” he finally pulled away and reached behind her pulling the bag of bagels towards him and noticed the package of lox and the tub of cream cheese inside. His favorite. She knew him so well and it made him smile to himself.

She slinked out from underneath him and took the lid off her coffee blowing on the hot beverage to cool it to a more drinkable temperature. The way her lips puckered like that turned him on despite his remaining anxiety. “I put them in your guest room closet so they’re out of the way. Don’t want people tripping on them,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world taking a sip of her coffee. She paused mid drink to let him know that she had stole $60 from his wallet.

“Naughty girl. I guess you’ll just have to work it off.” He grabbed the coffee from her hand and placed it back on the counter while lifting her up and plopping her on the counter. He stood between her legs and began kissing her. She lazily draped her arms over his shoulders playing with the hairs on the back of his neck eliciting an eager moan.

She mock pouted, “But the coffee will get cold.”

He warmed up his hands as he pushed them up her sides under her shirt caressing her breasts over her bra. “Firebender, remember? And you’re worried about coffee?”

“At least let me eat. I’m starving,” she tried to wiggle away but his grip was firm as his fingers made their way down her back grabbing her butt and bringing her closer to his body.

“Well, I’m starving too,” he replied as he lifted her T-shirt over her head and unfastened her bra with one hand removing it from her body while the other hand teased her skin. His lips began planting kisses along her collarbone and up her neck. He rubbed his groin against her inner thigh teasing both of them. She giggled as she gently trailing her nails down his bare chest getting another enticing groan from the firebender.

“I suppose food can wait,” she decided as she brought her lips to his running her tongue along his smile, “Besides you taste much better. Oh! Wait a sec.” She hopped down and reaching in her purse, pulled out a small plastic bag tossing it to Zuko. “I noticed you were getting low last night so I thought I’d replenish your stock.”

Looking at the box inside, he smiled. Naughty girl, indeed. They weren’t his regular brand, but the box promised “to feel like nothing was on”. Nice.

“Well, let’s go find out if the box is right, shall we?” Katara prompted, grabbed the strings that held his pants up leading him to the bedroom, a devious smile on her lips.

After over an hour of play, and discovering the box was quite right, they peeled themselves out of bed. He threw on some sweat pants and she threw on one of his t-shirts and some panties, that he was half tempted to rip right off her. They plopped down on the couch watching cartoons and devouring the bagels. As they finished up, and a fun wrestling match over the last bagel, Katara’s cell phone started ringing. It was some mushy romantic pop song. It was Aang, probably calling to reconcile. An odd expression Zuko couldn’t quite make out came over her face as she went to go answer it. But the smile that was there quickly disappeared.

“Hey Aang,” she murmured turning away from Zuko.

Zuko sighed as he left the couch, tossing the bags and cups in the trash before he went out on the deck, giving her some privacy. Even through the glass he could hear a very emotional Katara speaking, yelling, and crying, sometimes all at once. Part of him felt bad for Aang, but his selfish side hoped that Aang would accept his loss and let her move on. Hopefully to him. But he tried to fight that inner voice that tried reasoning with him that there was no way that she’d just hop into another relationship that close to ending the one with Aang. They had been together for he thought he remembered her saying five years. Since she was 16. It was after he graduated they got together. He knew that for sure.

Clearing his mind so he wouldn’t think at all, elbows leaning on the railing, wind sweeping his shaggy black hair, he heard the door open softly. He turned his head slightly seeing her out of the corner of his eye. Her arms were crossed over her chest, face expressionless. He heard and felt her stand beside him, leaning her elbows on the railing too except she was faced the opposite way.

He started to open his mouth to ask what had happened but part of him didn’t want to hear the answer. He waited for her to start.

“Do you remember back in high school? How close we all were?” she began.

“Of course.” They were “the gang” of the Ba Sing Se School. All of them. Him, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Aang, Suki, Haru, Jet, even his sister, Azula, and Ty Lee. Despite their age differences, they were all the best of friends. They did everything together. Then he and Jet graduated, then Sokka, Haru, and Suki and after that everyone kind of scattered apart. He and Sokka had been roommates at Ba Sing Se University until Sokka quit school to go work with his dad and Zuko moved back to the Fire Nation capital finishing up school there before going to work with his dad, which he hated.

After a moment, she continued blushing slightly, “Well, I have to be honest. I had a major crush on you. But I knew I was your best friend’s kid sister, then you graduated and moved on and I got with Aang…” her voice trailed off.

Zuko looked down at her smugly. “You had a crush on me?”

Katara giggled, “Yeah, silly I know.”

“No, it’s not. Remember that one summer, right before my senior year? I stayed with you and Sokka for a month?”

“Yeah, you guys picked on me the whole time.” She wrinkled her nose and pouted slightly at the memory. He couldn’t resist that face. Turning slightly, he slid his hand across her stomach, pulling her in to stand in front of him.

Zuko chuckled as he brought his lips down to hers, caressing them. “Well, let’s just say I wasn’t there to only see Sokka. And why else do you think I picked on you? If I didn’t like you, I would have ignored you.” A thought occurred to him. “Come with me.”

Following him inside, he went to a storage closet and pulled out a box. In it was a bunch of mementos from school and beyond. Flipping through, he found what he was looking for. A stack of pictures taken on Ember Island after they had all graduated when they spent a week at his family’s beach house. The one picture he brought out was of them. Her in a white bikini, him with his arms around her waist, heads resting against each others, both smiling up at the camera as he took the picture. They both looked happily content. After showing her that one, he then showed her another of her and Aang, kissing, but in it Katara was looking away like this was the most awkward thing ever.

“Oh my goodness. You kept all this?” she asked as she flipped through the remaining stack of photos from the vacation and from high school. Her eyes couldn’t help but notice the ones of the two of them. There was one of them sleeping on the couch, them in “battle” as he tried to throw her into the pool, them leaning against each other as they watched the fire pit. There had always been a certain level of comfortable ease they shared with each other and the proof was in those photos, their letters and emails over the years, and more recently, the webcam shows. As if they should have been together from the start.

“I guess I’m sentimental,” he whispered breaking her from her observations.

“Or maybe just mental,” she teased playfully smacking him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and playfully lifted her in the air pretending like he was going to throw her down. Instead he brought her closer to him, resting his forehead against hers. “So what do we do about this?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve thought about it. Lots of times, but I don’t really know,” she whispered. “I just got out of a relationship and I don’t know how smart it would be to just jump into the next one. I like you. A lot. But I don’t want to screw it up.”

He nodded solemnly, partially agreeing with her. But the other half, the half that was the stubborn, spoiled kid, wanted her all to himself.

“I talked to my dad this morning when I was out. He’s going to let me move back in for a while until I figure stuff out,” she said as she put the photos back in the box sliding the lid back on.

“Oh,” was all he could say. From the tone of her voice, he knew she made up her mind and no matter how stubborn he was, she was far more so and there was no changing her mind. “When were you planning on going back?”

“I don’t know yet. A couple days or so? Whenever you get sick of me?” she teased, running her hand across his still bare chest.

“I don’t know if that’s possible,” he gave her that look and tilted his head in just a way that sent shivers up her spine.

“Can’t we just enjoy each other while I’m still here?”

He smiled and closed his eyes. Yes, they would definitely enjoy each other as much as possible. And they did.

He had called the office first thing on Monday letting them know he wouldn’t be in that week. While his secretary was surprised (he never took vacations), she passed on the message. Meanwhile, he and Katara spent the week locked up in his apartment enjoying each other until her flight left the following Tuesday afternoon. She had gotten several calls from her family worried about her, but she just told them she needed some space (as Zuko nipped her neck, teasing her, while she tried hard not to laugh) after the break up and was staying with a friend. Only Toph knew the truth where she was. And Katara knew she wasn’t telling anyone. Not even Sokka.

At the end of their week alone together, Zuko begrudgingly showered and got ready for work Monday morning. He probably had a stack of papers over a mile high to review. He had checked his work emails from home (well when Katara wasn’t sitting on his lap instigating action) and tried to deal with any issues that he could from there.

As he grabbed his keys, wallet, and cell phone to leave, Katara seductively waltzed up to him wearing nothing but his robe loosely draped on her body and wrapping her arms around his neck, twining her fingers into his hair, gave him a kiss goodbye. The kiss left him wanting more. “Ah, fuck it,” he moaned against her lips as he dropped everything on the floor and scooped her up and took her back to the bedroom for a quick romp.

“Okay, now I have to leave,” he said as he redressed quickly. “What do you have planned for today?”

She wrapped the top sheet around her and scooted to the edge of the bed where he stood helping him straighten his tie with the hand that wasn’t holding the sheet, “I don’t know yet. What’s there to do around here? I mean other than you.”

He laughed as he leaned down to plant his lips on hers. She wrapped an arm around his neck and gripped the tie pulling him in to her. He almost let her, but he really had to go to work or else he’d be in bigger trouble than he probably already was. “Just stay out of trouble, okay? I’ll pick you up for lunch.”

“See you then,” she smiled.

***

At the office, Azula leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed across her chest. “Oh, Zuzu,” she called out.

Normally he cringed each time she called him that but today he smiled. He remembered last night, and this morning, the way Katara could only pant out the first syllable of his name. “Zu… Zu.” Only when she came was she able to get out that last syllable “..ko!” Suddenly he didn’t mind that stupid nickname his sister gave him when they were kids. Katara could call him Zuzu any time she wanted. Especially said that way.

“What do you want Azula?” he didn’t even look up from his computer.

“Dad wants to speak to you. He’s wondering where you were last week,” she looked down at her perfectly manicured nails, “Frankly I’m a little curious myself. I know you weren’t with Mai since she was at my house in tears. Something about not returning her calls. Whatever. I had to comfort her and that’s harder than it looks. ”

“Hmph,” was all he said about that. I’m sure you comforted her real well, sister, he though venomously.

“She’s perfect for you, Zuzu. I don’t know why you just don’t marry her and be done with it. She comes from a good family. It would be advantageous of you.”

“Because I don’t love her, okay? Not that you’d know anything about that,” he mumbled.

“I probably know more about loving women than you do, Zuzu,” she chided. Of course Azula would since she had more girlfriends in the past two years than Zuko had had his whole life.

“Yeah, you would, wouldn’t you,” he snorted, “Now if you’ll excuse me. I’ll go see Father.”

*****

“There! The last shirt,” she announced pushing down the top of the suitcase trying hard to zip it. She had managed to do some serious clothes shopping while she was in town and now her suitcase was overflowing.

Zuko leaned against the doorway and watched her as she finished packing the last of her things. “You know, you don’t have to leave.”

Looking up at him, blowing a strand of hair that had fallen in her face out of the way, she tilted her head slightly, “I can’t stay here, Zuko. I’ve already imposed too much.” She had stayed two weeks longer than she intended, because frankly neither one were ready to part ways yet, so she kept delaying buying that one-way ticket to her dad’s.

“Really, it’s okay. I don’t mind,” he came up behind her and brushed her hair to the side and kissed her neck getting a giggle from her.

“Seriously, Zuko. It’s time,” she said soberly.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied darkly, sighing loudly as he headed to the kitchen to grab a beer. Popping the cap he took a long swig hoping it would numb the pain he knew was coming.

They had an understanding that “this” wasn’t a relationship. Not for now anyways. They were friends with benefits. Nothing more, nothing less. She had just gotten out of a long-term relationship and hopping into the next one wasn’t what she wanted. Maybe after some time, but not now.

“Zuko, don’t do this,” she followed behind him to the kitchen standing in the entry. Her eyes told him that she hated this as much as he did.

“Why shouldn’t I Katara? You said you loved me and that you didn’t want to leave. So what now? You had some fun and now you’re done?” he countered. He gripped the countertop leaning back, head down in defeat.

“I never said I was done,” she came up behind him wrapping her arms around his waist and leaned her cheek against his back. “It’s just… please. I thought you understood. It’s still too soon.” He could hear the tears in her voice.

He was being stubborn. He didn’t want to let her go. He knew that, yes, the past three weeks had been filled with sex but it more than just that. Her laugh, her voice, her presence, was everything to him. He was content with her around and he thought she felt the same.

He brought a hand up and gripped hers, squeezing gently before bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I know. I’m just not ready to give you up yet.”

“I know. I want to take things slow. I mean I know we’ve done the major things already but I think in the long run, this is for the best,” she sounded as if she was trying to convince herself more than him. That made him feel a little better.

Three hours later they were at the airport. They sat in his car for a time not quite looking at each other. Outside it was raining feeling quite appropriate to how they were both feeling.

Breaking the silence, Katara finally reported, “I’ll call you as soon as I get in, okay?”

He just nodded as he continued playing with her fingers as if memorizing each digit before she got on that plane. He caught that she didn’t use the word “home”. They both knew it wasn’t her home. Not anymore. It was just a place for a time before real life could happen. She brought her hand to his face, turning it so he would look at her. “It’s just for a while. It’s not like it’s the end of the world,” she tried to joke. He cracked a half-hearted smile.

“I know.”

“And you’ll come visit me next month, right?”

“If you want me to.” Her smile was all the answer he needed.

They finally exited the car and he helped her with her bags. Pulling her in for a hug, he almost didn’t let her go. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her and almost didn’t stop. He saw the tears in her eyes. He felt them in his own.

He watched her grab the luggage and head inside to go through check in. She turned and gave a small wave and a hopeful smile. He lifted his hand and gave a half-smile of his own. His hand fell to his hair running a hand through it, trying not to pull it out in distress. It took all his effort not to rush into there and get her back. But she was stubborn, more than he was, and she had made up her mind about this. So he let her leave.

The apartment was disturbingly quiet. He didn’t like it. He decided to take a shower to relax a little. Being in her element though didn’t help. It held too many memories of their adventures in here. Of course so did the rest of the apartment. He sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but the towel and put his head in his hands damp hair hanging down into his face. Why was this so hard? This shouldn’t be so hard. What the hell was wrong with him?

Several hours later, she was on the phone. “I’m here,” she said happily. But he could tell from her voice that it was forced. He could tell from his voice, his own happiness was just as forced. She should be here, sitting on the couch next to him, snuggled up with him under the blanket watching whatever mindless nonsense was on TV, laughing and giving their commentary on the stupidity of whatever character was on the show. That’s where she belonged. Next to him. On the couch, in the bed, it really didn’t matter where. Just so long as she was here.

*****

Every night over the next seven months they would either talk on the phone or over the webcam. Throughout the day, he’d get cute, random texts from her that always seemed to come just when he needed them. He preferred the webcam, because he loved watching her. Every scrunch of her nose, every smile, every brush of her hair as she talked about her day. One weekend a month they would alternate visits to the other’s house. Tomorrow was his turn again to visit her.

The night before he was set to leave, they chatted over the webcam. She told him how much she missed him. She was wearing a light purple camisole and white boy shorts. They looked stunning against her tan skin.

“Oh yeah? And how much do you miss me?” he asked. He had a feeling he knew where this was going and it made him smile. It wasn’t the same as being here, but it was close enough. For now.

“Very much. I think about you every night.” He saw her bite her lip and give that look he loved. Oh, yeah. He knew quite well where this was going.

“And what do you think about?” He could feel his cock starting to twitch to life already. More importantly he felt his heart twitch.

“I think about you here with me, holding me. Kissing me,” she began to run her hands over her face, down her neck, “Touching me.” She ran her hands over her breasts pinching the nipples through the material. They hardened instantly at her touch. “Me touching you,” she continued, eyes turned toward the camera half-lidded, her tongue flicked out to lick her lips. That was his cue. He quickly removed the Chang and the Nomads concert t-shirt revealing his muscular chest to her.

“Your hands feel so good,” he groaned as he ran his hands over his skin, across his chest, down his abs and back up his neck. He kept his eyes on the screen as he watched her reaction to his movements. He was reversing their first time. She smiled deviously, biting her bottom lip.

“I know they do. I love feeling your skin. So smooth, so hard. But I love the way it tastes better. I’m licking your chest now. How does it feel?”

“Mmmm,” he purred as he continued running his hands over his skin imagining they were Katara’s, “Incredible. I love how you lick me. And the little bites. Especially right here.” He ran his nails over his collarbone imagining they were Katara’s teeth.

Katara giggled like a little girl as she watched Zuko in awe. He could tell she was hot and bothered and it made him laugh. “Now what are you doing to me?” he asked, stopping the movements of his hands.

She thought for a minute, and then raised an eyebrow. “I see you’re still in your jeans. Those. Off. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he complied standing up, and slowly unzipping them and with his thumbs pushed them off his hips, down his thighs letting the drop to the floor and stepping out of them, leaving him in the black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The tent he made in them quite apparent.

“Gods you’re sexy in those,” she bit her lip and gave a purr. Zuko took the opportunity to run his hand over the bulge easing himself briefly but more so to give her a show of what she was missing, a cocky smirk on his face the whole time.

“Now what are you going to do to me, waterbender?” he continued running his hand over himself.

“I’d definitely get rid of those,” indicating the underwear and more than willing to oblige her, they were quickly discarded revealing himself in full to her. The cold air made him shiver but it was more than that. The anticipation of what was still to come drove him wild.

“Do you feel my hands on your cock?” she asked, and keeping with the game, he slid his hand over his length and moaned. He ran a fingernail along the vein and nearly lost it. It was just like when she would run her teeth along him.

“They feel incredible. But your lips would feel better.” He noticed Katara’s shirt had come off and her shorts too. She was running her hands over her body in time with him.

“I’m kissing your lips, down your neck, down your chest, past the belly, following that trail, kissing the tip.” His hands followed her words eyes slightly closed envisioning her hands and lips on him but not wanting to miss the show she was performing as well. “Lick your hand, Zuko. Get it wet. Just like my mouth would be.”

Bringing up his right hand, he licked it getting it wet still lost in the fantasy that Katara was around him, before he gripped himself at the base and slowly began moving his hand up running this thumb along the opening, spreading the fluid that began to pool there along the swollen head then squeezing as he pushed back down.

“Does my mouth feel good?” she asked, massaging her breasts.

“Fucking incredible. I want more though. I need to feel you. Let me feel you. Taste you,” he groaned as he increased his tempo.

Spreading her legs, she fingered her clit, then her entrance, “You want to taste here?”

“Yeeessss,” he panted at the sight, his hand squeezing harder as his movements increased, his breath was starting to get ragged. He then slowed himself down, not ready for this to be over. “I’m sliding my tongue over you. Inside you. Tasting you. Oh, Agni. You taste so fucking good.” He licked his lips, remembering her taste.

Her fingers deftly traced her slick folds, dipping in, and then coming to her lips. He watched as she licked her fingers, envious of those digits. He groaned in need at the sight of her. It should be him licking them clean. Licking his own fingers clean of her essence.

“Do you want me?” he asked, still stroking himself as he watched her fingers return to their work. “Inside you? Do you want me?”

“No,” she replied. Zuko stilled for a moment at this. But her smirk gave her away, “I need you inside me.”

He growled, “Why can’t you be here? This isn’t fair.”

“What? You don’t like this?” a pout on her face. He hated that face. It made him want to kiss it off her.

“It’s not the same,” he complained.

“Quit complaining, firebender. You’re ruining the mood. Unless you’re done of course?” she taunted.

“Ha! Not likely. You should know better than that,” he raised his good eyebrow in memory of their actual encounters. His stamina usually outmatched hers but usually not by much.

"Wait a sec!" she said. He watched her get up and go to her nightstand. She pulled out something he couldn't quite make out but as she approached he started laughing. Naughty girl indeed!

"When did you get that?" Zuko inquired.

Katara smiled deviously, "Well, I get lonely here all by myself and since I only see my firebender once a month, I needed something to help out those other times. I think it's about the same size as you are." She held it up and examined it.

Zuko looked it over then down at himself. "Nah. I'm bigger."

"Yeah, I think you're right. Plus your dick isn't purple." They both laughed.

"Show me what you do," he ordered.

She brought the head of the vibrator to her lips. Kissing the tip, the flicking out her pink tongue sweeping it along the head then sliding it between her lips. Watching Katara give the vibrator head was driving Zuko even crazier. He imagined it was him between her lips, but he slowed down his hand even further not wanting to miss this show.

A short while later, after the purple plastic cock was lubricated with her saliva, she turned it on. Zuko could hear that she must have had it on full blast. Running it down her body, over her nipples, past her belly and to that pussy that Zuko wanted more than anything right now. She put the head against her clit and let the vibrations take her away.

"Put it inside you. Pretend I'm inside you," Zuko demanded, his hand inadvertently increasing it's tempo. Obeying his command, she slid the vibrating penis within herself. Zuko watched as her free hand began pinching her nipples roughly, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes closed tight.

He had never been more envious of plastic than he was just then. Watching her pump that toy in and out of her was too much. Watching her face scrunch and relax, her breathing vary from pants to silence as she held her breath. She had the tendency to hold her breath as she started to come.

As their first time on webcam and the times after, the stroked themselves in time to the other person envisioning and vocalizing them together for real. And while it wasn’t the same as the real thing, it made a decent substitute.

“Zu…Zu…..ko! Oh Gods!” She could barely breathe as she came hard around the purple vibrator that she imagined was him .

“Ka…tar…a! Shit.” He could barely breathe as he came in hard streams in his hand imagining it was her around him.

“I miss you,” she panted as she began her decent back to normalcy, tracing her fingers over her body one last time, twitching when she came to a still sensitive spot, pushing the vibrator a couple more times to get the last little bit of orgasm out before completing pulling it out of her body.

“All I know is that you’re going to be in so much trouble tomorrow, waterbender.” he announced, wiping his hand off on his t-shirt.

“I do hope so,” she laughed huskily.

****
AN: I still have one more chapter left in this story. I haven't quite finished it, so please be patient. Otherwise, I would love to hear what people think of this story. Thanks for reading!
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