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Cold Shoulder	By : AloofandAndrogynous Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 23513 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cold Shoulder
Chapter 5
I make no profit off my crackfics, so Nick can’t come down and sue me.
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Pakku stared sorrowfully from his roof as he felt a cool breeze ruffle his hair and fur collar. In his hand was the ice lily he had tried to give her and he held back a soft sigh. Where did things go wrong? His mind and conscience were eager to offer an answer to that and though he didn’t like the answer, he knew it was right.
The only time he was affectionate with his wife was in bed, otherwise he was normally cool and reserved, whether in the home or out in public – especially during his lessons where she was more his student than his wife. She didn’t say it or ask him for it, but he knew she needed and wanted affection. And he himself longed to give it, but both of them had erected a wall at the beginning of the marriage and now it seemed stuck there. Would she ever trust him? Would she ever believe that he did care for her?
He sighed softly before crossing his arms as he sat on the low wall, staring out at the ocean. He did have good moments with his wife, and he was proud of her. He also trusted her, and in the beginning he had feared she might run away but she had stayed, but he now knew she was of much sturdier stock than that and he admired her strength.
He could not help but recall at that moment something very interesting that had happened the week before.
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…He and Katara had gone their separate ways for a few hours after he finished his lesson with her and the other advanced students, but after his meeting with Arnook and the council he had left the Palace and had chanced upon her. A curious thought struck him and instead of greeting her or alerting her to his presence he simply trailed behind her, curious to see as to what she did on her own time when she thought he wasn’t around.
She went up to one of the small public squares, this one had only a fountain and no benches, and leaned against the low wall, staring out at the city and ocean, and he wondered if she did this often. He didn’t know the habits of young women well, but he thought that perhaps she would be seeing friends and he paused, unsure of whether to approach her. He was on a bridge very close to where she was, and she could not see him. The city was large but by no means was it crowded, and there was plenty of space.
What are you thinking about, beautiful wife of mine? he thought curiously.
He glanced down curiously as he saw a small group of young men. Hahn was at the lead. He did not like Hahn.
According to Hahn, the boy had fought Admiral Zhao and was just about to defeat him when the Dragon of the West had dishonorably attacked him from behind and they had tossed him overboard in the freezing waters to die. When Pakku had heard that story, he hadn’t quite believed it. The only part he was certain was true was that Hahn was thrown overboard. The boy had surfaced, pushed by the current onto the icy shores, almost dead from hypothermia and he had a broken arm. His story grew more elaborate every time he told it, and he had become popular with the young women because of his handsome looks and his injuries which needed to be nursed and made him seem more courageous. Now over a year later, his arm was healed and he was back to his ways. Because the Princess was dead, he courted girl after girl, though he wasn’t engaged yet.
He looked down calmly as the group moved closer to Katara and Hahn broke from it, going over to her side. Pakku glanced at him curiously, stroking his goatee for a moment as he listened closely, wondering what Hahn would want with Katara, for she was not available for courting.
Katara simply leaned against the wall, staring out. She was aware of the presence of others, but she was not going to speak unless she was spoken to. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone lean against the wall next to her and she looked up to see Hahn.
She knew of his story but like Pakku, she was skeptical although to a lesser degree, and she also recognized him as the man who had once been engaged to Yue. Sokka had disliked this man intensely. She didn’t like him much either, he was arrogant and cocky. Pakku was a bit arrogant, but by no means cocky.
"What you doing here, Katara?" Hahn asked simply.
"Just taking a walk and decided to stop here for a bit." Katara replied with a shrug. Hahn leaned in, a bit too close for her comfort, and she took a step away from him.
"Looking for a good time?" he asked and Pakku stiffened, waiting for his wife’s reaction. Would Katara look at Hahn favorably and accept his advances?
"No, I am already having a good time." Katara replied casually, taking another step away when he leaned in again.
"How about a kiss?" Hahn asked, sliding towards her and the couple of other men with him watched intently. They were just a bit younger than him and probably looked up to him. He was after all popular with the ladies – or at least most of them. Katara obviously wasn’t impressed by him.
Pakku watched as his wife’s shoulders squared and she slowly turned towards Hahn.
"Leave me alone." Katara replied icily.
"Why?" Hahn asked, leaning towards her with a small smirk on his features and the Waterbending Master held back a growl.
"Because what you ask for is inappropriate. I am married."
"Who cares if you're married to the old coot, he probably can’t even get it on with you anyways." he said and Pakku saw a small blush creep across Katara’s cheek.
"It’s disrespectful to speak of the Waterbending Master that way!" Katara said firmly, glaring at the young Water Tribe man, "Now, please drop the subject and let me enjoy my walk." she asked but Hahn moved in again, closing the space between them. She went on the defensive, pushing out with an arm.
"I said, leave me alone! If you would like to have a civil discussion with me then fine, but I am a married woman and I refuse to be harassed."
"How about we give you a good time? You’d feel better in my bed than Pakku’s. I can warm you up, he’s just a cold fish!" Hahn said in a slickly persuasive tone, but Pakku observed that his wife was not even swayed a bit and he had to admit that he was impressed. Hahn was very good looking and the Waterbending Master knew Katara was not happy in their marriage so why not seek solace in the arms of someone who was more than willing to provide a so-called good time?
"I am not interested, thank you." Katara said stiffly, crossing her arms.
"Sure you are, otherwise a beautiful woman like you wouldn't be out all alone."
"I enjoy taking walks and my husband has things to do." she shrugged, acting casual, but Pakku could see that she was ready to fight or defend herself if Hahn started pressing things too far.
Hahn reached out for her, his fingers brushing along her arm even as she quickly drew away from him. Katara glared daggers at him and the other men, who all seemed to be enjoying the show and Pakku balled up his fists.
"That is very disrespectful." Katara said coldly, lifting up her chin just a bit.
"C'mon Katara, don't be a prude." Hahn said with a soft laugh.
"I'm not a prude! I'm flattered you think I'm attractive, but I am married."
"Yeah…married to that old icicle."
"He is the Waterbending Master and you shouldn’t speak of him so crudely." Katara snapped. Pakku smirked a little, he felt better knowing his wife was defending him.
"I bet I can show you a real master at work." Hahn whispered suggestively. She merely raised an eyebrow and stared at him.
"Oh?" she asked and he smirked and nodded.
"Such as?" she challenged. He had clearly not been expecting that response.
"I bet I can show you a thing or two about sex." Hahn smirked and Pakku had to hold back a laugh. Men like him were all about their own pleasure and status, what would this cocky upstart know? Pakku had no doubts about his talents, because of the way his wife reacted to him between the thick furs they shared. The other men chuckled at Hahn’s statement and encouraged him.
"I bet you can’t." Katara shot back and Pakku delighted in her fierce spirit.
That’s it. Show that boy a thing or two.
Hahn advanced towards her again, only she reacted by suddenly kneeing him in the groin and when he doubled over she slapped him hard.
"Your behavior towards me was rude and disrespectful. If it happens again, I will report you, is that clear?" she snapped but didn’t give Hahn a chance to reply and she stormed off, the other men staring at her. They were clearly stunned by her behavior and her outright rejection of a man that was supposed to be irresistible to any young woman.
Pakku walked across the bridge and found his way to the group quickly, seeing Hahn recovering and muttering darkly. The others blinked and looked up as he approached and he recognized two of them as non-benders. The third one was one of his students and then there was Hahn.
He stood a couple of meters away from them, glancing at them coldly. The other three men glanced at him curiously and a bit nervously and he knew they were wondering if he had seen or heard any of the confrontation. They had every reason to be nervous since they had been laughing and encouraging Hahn.
"I don't take well to people who try to take what is mine, Hahn." Pakku stated as he stared at the boy. He was at the age where he would be considered a man… but to the Waterbending Master, he was anything but.
Hahn stiffened and slowly stood up straight, trying to maintain his dignity. His cockiness returned and he stood there defiantly, the bravado partly for himself and partly to keep face in front of his friends.
"Katara? You’re not suited for her. She needs someone young, someone who will warm her up!"
"And to think that you had been engaged to the Princess. She’s better off being the Moon Spirit than your wife." Pakku stated and Hahn glared at him for a moment.
"Yeah, too bad she died." Hahn said, quickly brushing off the memory of Yue, she had been his ticket to being the leader of the whole Tribe, "But Katara is just as good."
Pakku knew that by being married to him Katara had gained high status and when he passed on she would be a wealthy widow, even more so when she became the next Master. He narrowed his eyes into slits at the boy.
"My wife is too good for the likes of you." he said and Hahn glared right back at him, his jaw set with defiance and Pakku held back a smirk. This boy was a fool.
"You might be the Waterbending Master. But, she's still wasted on you. I bet she pines for good sex but she's just stuck with you. I feel bad for her, we all do. Poor pretty little Katara stuck with a sour old man like you…" Hahn jeered. The other men, picking up on his bravado, snickered a little, feeling emboldened by his comments.
"Ahh… the ignorance of youth doth speak." Pakku said with a slow shake of his head and the younger stared back at him challengingly.
"What, not going to defend your manhood?"
"I don't need to because I know I am perfectly capable in bed and capable of pleasing my wife unlike a mere impudent and most likely flaccid child such as yourself." he said. The other men oohed and jeered quietly at the last part of the comment. Even though he wouldn’t admit it he was secretly amused by sparring with Hahn, he had done it often in his younger days and it had been too long.
"Flaccid!?" Hahn shouted and the other men snickered. Pakku wondered if anyone else had heard Hahn’s shout. Most likely, and they would also be wondering why such a word was shouted as well.
"I bet your friends are as well." Pakku said calmly, jabbing at them for participating in this. The other men gaped at him and the Master smirked coldly.
"We are not!" Hahn said indignantly, his hands balling into fists as he ignored the dull and throbbing pain of his groin where the Master’s wife had kneed him.
"Sounds like you are, and that’s why you act like that."
"You’re the flaccid one! Old-timer!" Hahn said in a weak retort.
"Is that all you can say?"
"Just let Katara go, it's bad enough she has to share your bed! Have pity on her!"
"I don't let go of things that are mine, boy." Pakku said as he saw Hahn bristle at being called a boy.
"We know Katara's not happy with you!" one of the other men said, albeit more timidly, as if he was merely trying to state a fact and not trying to start a fight or sling a insult, "You two barely speak to eachother in public!"
Inwardly Pakku stiffened, knowing the young man was speaking the truth. He and Katara didn’t do much in public and even when they took walks together they were usually silent.
"That is none of your business what I do with my wife, impudent whelp." Pakku snapped at him coldly and the man fell silent, looking down quickly. The others stopped laughing when they heard the cold tone. Even with Hahn’s bravado in front of them, they weren’t as cocky and quickly remembered just who he was, especially the bender in the group.
Hahn stalked towards Pakku as if he wanted to knock the older man down and yelped when a sudden wave of water raced towards him, shoving him up into the air and encasing him in ice until only his head was visible.
"You were never really mindful of your elders were you, boy?" Pakku asked with a sneer and the others simply stared at him quietly.
Hahn glared down at him, trying to free himself of the ice, but the Master’s eyes held nothing but cold disdain for this boy who had dared to try to take what belonged to him.
He stalked off and left Hahn there, ignoring the boy’s cries to be let down.
When he went home he found Katara by the window, quietly mending clothes. He decided not to say anything about the situation, because he didn’t know if Katara would be comfortable talking about it. He was proud that she defended him of her own free will, and he didn’t want her to be paranoid and think he followed her around all the time.
She looked up at him, having just finished her mending, and folded the loose pants she had just fixed and noticed that he looked…somewhat more cheerful than usual, as if he was in a good mood.
"Hi." she said softly, wrapping up her sewing kit.
"Hello, Katara." Pakku said and he did sound a bit more cheerful. She wondered what had happened to amuse him so. He raised his arm and pointed to the bed and she blinked and looked at him quietly for a moment.
He pointed again and jerked his head slightly in that direction and she said nothing, going over to the pile of blankets and furs and sat down on her side of it quietly.
"Are you...angry with me?" she asked, wondering if perhaps she had misinterpreted his expression and tone.
"No, I am not. Why would I be angry with you?"
"I don’t know…"
"I wish to lay with you, Katara." he said softly. Without a word, she removed her clothes, sitting there on the furs naked.
Pakku always felt a surge of desire when he saw her naked, and felt his body respond eagerly to the sight before him. She stared back at him quietly, sitting there demurely, her hands in her lap as she waited for him. He offered her a reassuring smile and she smiled back at him a little.
He quickly removed his clothes and descended onto her, raining kisses all over her face as he eased her onto her back and proceeded to make love with her.
He was firm with her, touching and kissing her everywhere as he moved in and out of her, feeling her respond to him warmly as she welcomed his touch and attentions. His thrusts were slow at first, but they became hard and passionate and he smiled to himself as he listened to the sounds of pleasure she made.
After he came he held and kissed her for a bit, feeling her warm body against his and touched her for a bit as he caught his wind before he took her again.
It was late in the night before he was done, feeling very proud of himself. Katara lay there, her heart pounding, her hair rumpled in the way he liked, a blush on her cheeks as she whimpered softly in pleasure. Her arms were still wrapped around him loosely and he smiled down at her, kissing along her face, knowing that he had done well. The look on her face, the sounds she made, the way she kept close to him, all of it told him what a good job he had done and he smirked to himself, knowing that he was better than Hahn or the others.
He rolled off her, but he kept her close, placing his hand on her hip and pulling her close, feeling her warm breasts against his chest. She snuggled up to him, reaching up to idly toy with a strand of his hair that had fallen across his chest and he looked down at her with half-lidded eyes, pulling the blankets up to keep in all the warmth they had made.
"Good night, Katara." Pakku whispered as he lay his head down to sleep.
"Good night." she whispered as she settled down to sleep, falling asleep wrapped up securely in his arms and he smiled as he held her close.
Pakku smiled to himself as he rested his chin lightly on the top of her head, feeling her soft breath on his throat, feeling very glad that she was his and no one else’s. Should Hahn or anyone else try to take what was his he would defend her fiercely and show just how dangerous a provoked Waterbending Master could be.
He had been afraid that because Katara hadn’t been happy with the marriage that she would gladly go to someone else’s bed, and now he knew better, and respected her even more. And he felt even more honored to be her husband, even though she didn’t know that.
Will you ever know how much I care for you? Would you ever feel the same for me?…
~~~~~
He sat there, coming out of his thoughts and sighed as he looked down at the ice lily, running his finger along its soft petals.
After wandering the city for a bit, Katara slowed down and stopped, wiping away the tears that had come down her cheeks. She felt lonely and confused. Part of her craved affection and had enjoyed how he had held her and offered her the flower, but the other part of her felt angry, remembering the wedding night and the arguments. She didn’t want to play games, and she wished she knew what to do now. She could run back to the South Pole and claim that Pakku was an abusive husband – but that was a gross lie – he was a decent husband as much as she didn’t want to admit it. She could always run off to the Earth Kingdom, but it was not good to be a woman traveling alone, especially because Water Tribe women were rare and she would garner attention. And Pakku had warned that he would come after her if she escaped.
It was getting dark and she knew it was useless to wander around; she was tired anyway and needed sleep. When she got home she whipped up a quick dinner and left it out for him before curling up in the pile of furs.
She had just crawled into the furs when Pakku came down from the roof. He saw the food and looked at his wife, who was now buried in the bed except for the top of her head. He blinked and felt a little sadder about how he had treated her. She had been thoughtful enough to have supper for him when she could have just ignored it and let him go hungry or make it himself.
He sat at her side, pulling down the furs a little and touching her cheek, feeling salty residue and felt a pang of guilt. He felt a apology bubbling up deep inside, it came to the tip of his tongue and…
"Is something wrong?" he asked as if he was entirely blameless for her sadness.
Pakku, you idiot! he screamed at himself.
She said nothing, ignoring him, her back to him. And she was right to do that. When had he ever told her that he appreciated her? Made her smile? Told him that he was proud and honored to be her husband? Let her know that she was cherished?
Hahn hadn’t been lying when he said that the couple didn’t do much in public that made them look like a couple. They were strangers for all any newcomer could tell. And people thought that he had taken Katara as some sort of trophy because of her abilities or because he was old and wanted someone young and pretty for his bed. Perhaps people were right to feel sorry for his wife.
He'd been so worried about looking weak that he'd caused her more pain. His fingers slowly brushed along the side of her neck, brushing away a few loose strands of hair.
"I’m tired. I made your supper already." Katara said simply and he slowly drew his fingers away.
He ate his meal and came to bed, curling up to her, an arm loosely draped across her waist.
~~~~~
When Katara arose, she stoked the fire and made breakfast without greeting him with a good morning. Lately, as their relationship had warmed, they would sometimes snuggle before getting out of bed, or she might greet him with a warm ‘good morning’ as she gave him breakfast and he would respond in kind.
When he ate, she simply stared into the fire as she had her own breakfast. He wanted to look into these beautiful eyes. He could stare into them forever…they were a far more vivid blue than Kana’s had ever been.
She removed the dishes when they were done, cleaned and put them away. She stood there in front of him, waiting for him to ask her to do another chore or teach her more Waterbending or whatever he wanted to do, and her eyes remained on the floor.
He stood in front of her, trying to decide what to do, what to bring her out of her silence and break the wall between them. His eyes slowly moved along the soft curve of her cheek then the delicate plane of her jaw to her throat and that was when inspiration struck him.
Why hadn’t he seen this before? He was a total idiot for having never taken such an important thing in consideration! It was almost laughable how it had been in front of him the whole time and now he knew exactly what he had to do to win the heart, or at least affection of his bride.
Pakku’s hand went up to stroke Katara’s hair gently for a moment before he told her in a soft voice that she was free to do as she pleased for the day, only to come home at sunset. She nodded and put on the appropriate warm clothing before leaving.
He smiled to himself before turning around and whistled softly, imagining how pleased she would be.
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