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Zuko's Geography Lessons	By : vickiso Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 9990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Challenge #9: Ancient Abandoned Ruins (in the rain)

Title: Vicki’s Geography Lessons - Gratitude
Author: vickiso
Media: fiction
Challenge Type: biweekly
Warnings: PORN PORN PORN. And fluff.

They ran on and on, upwards over slippery, mountainous terrain, up, just a bit farther, c’mon Katara, keep going, we’re almost there, just a bit farther…

The prince kept at her heels, urging the Water Tribe girl on as she scrambled over the rain-soaked rocks, ready to catch her if she slipped and fell. Water ran off his scalp and over his face in little rivulets – he’d forgotten how having hair did that.

Zuko kept glancing back, but their escape from the jail had been executed flawlessly – no alarm bells had gone off, no one had seen them. At this rate, no one would know they were missing until tomorrow morning.

When they’d realized that Toph was not, in fact, in the warden’s prison, but free and searching for Katara with Aang and Sokka, the Waterbender’s spirit had ignited. Every indignity she’d been made to suffer, every dishonour her body and mind had endured under the cruel warden’s custody served to fuel her anger and hatred, whipping her into a murderous froth. Zuko watched her appreciatively as she stalked about her cell, talking rapidly about getting out and getting back at the warden for everything he had done to her. Admittedly, he had been a little disappointed that they’d been separated, and she was returned to her cell to dress, but she seemed grateful to be wearing her own blue robes again, and he was glad for her change of temper.

The escape plan was fairly simple, and when blessed rain finally came, Katara unleashed her mighty bending powers, and managed to break them both out of jail. They escaped into the night, but not before Zuko stealthily knocked out the night watch and managed to release all the ostrich-horses in the pen, including his own, which he instantly recognized for its scruffy, thinning feathers. He leapt on its back and grabbed Katara, throwing her into the saddle in front of him.

“C’mon! We have to stay out of sight, get to the tree line,” He said as thunder crashed around them. Grasping her around her slender waist, Zuko kicked the mount into a gallop.

They rode a short distance into the forest, but when the terrain got rough, slippery with the spring downpour, they dismounted and continued on foot, Katara at the front, Zuko pulling the ostrich-horse behind him.

“Keep going!” Zuko shouted when the bedraggled Waterbender slumped over a boulder, panting. He grabbed her shoulder. “Look, there’s a ruin over there, near the top. We can stop there and rest for the night. But we have to keep going, understand?” He pointed. She stared up at him wearily, and he automatically brushed a wet lock out of her eyes, smoothing it against her head.

The tender contact seemed to reinvigorate her. Katara nodded and pushed herself up.

It was another hour before they reached the plateau, caked with mud and soaked through. The ostrich-horse shook its body and complained loudly, squawking, and Zuko settled it by attaching a stolen feedbag, rubbing its withers before returning to his human companion. Katara leaned against a pillar under a bit of shelter, wheezing from the hike.

“Do… do you think they followed?” She asked breathlessly.

Zuko stood at the edge of the ruin just under the overhang and peered into the trees. A flash of lightning lit the scene below briefly, but he could see no sign of movement, no blazing torches winding through the forest, and none of those distinctive Earthbender hats. “I don’t think so. I think it’s safe for us to rest here for the night. We can figure out what to do in the morning. Keep watch while I scout the perimeter.” He walked into the ruin, an ancient temple of some sort, looking for anything useful. His stomach complained noisily, but hunger was something he’d become accustomed to.

Beneath its vast slate roofs, the Firebender managed to scrape together enough dry brush to fuel a small fire, which he kept carefully concealed in an alcove behind some fallen stonework. It would make a cozy nook for them both to sleep in.

Both? Zuko shook himself. He didn’t really owe this girl anything, now that they were both free from the Earth Kingdom’s clutches. By all rights, the most he owed her was a head start: he should be leaving her alone to find her own way.

His eye caught her lithe form leaning against a pillar. Her slender silhouette was perfectly framed within the bounding of the ruins against the black of the stormy sky. It might just have been him, but the Waterbender seemed to glow, as if she were infused with moonlight, her dark skin seeming to shimmer against the storm’s growing fury.

His heart hammered in his chest. Most likely from the arduous trek up the mountain, he reasoned. He tried to tear his gaze away from the girl, but a deep yearning within him anchored his eyes and will to the spot. He wouldn’t leave her. Not yet. He just couldn’t.

Katara turned her head and caught him staring. “You got a fire started,” she remarked, smiling.

It was a silly remark, really. After all, he was a Firebender. But his breath hitched nonetheless. It was the first time she had really smiled at him about something he had done; the first smile she had given him that was real and for him alone. He beamed beneath her praise and smiled secretly as he warmed his hands.

The sound of water splashing against the slate floor made him look up again. Katara was bending the muddied liquid out of her clothes, her hands running over her body, pulling the water out of the damp, clinging fabric to leave it dry and stiff. She tossed ball after ball of water out of her soaked leggings, robe, and shoes, then began to undo her braid, loosening her long, auburn hair. She combed through it with her hands and Zuko imagined the softness of that wild mane. His eyes fixed on her graceful movement, and he swallowed dryly, feeling desire like none he’d ever known well inside him.

She looked over at him. “Oh, sorry. I should do you first.”

He started. “Huh?”

“Get up. I’ll dry you off,” she approached him. Zuko stood as she repeated the bending process, running her hands over him in a mock caress, skimming her touch a mere centimeter away from his tensed form. It might just have been him, but she seemed to be taking her sweet time about it.

The prince closed his eyes, willing himself not to move. The odd sensation of moisture being drawn off his skin crawled all over him, as though cobwebs were being pulled over his flesh. In the back of his mind, he knew he could dry himself off, knew that he could just steam the water off him by increasing his body temperature. But the thought of a very pretty… no, a beautiful Waterbender standing so close was so much better.

“There. All done.” Katara stood back and admired her work – admired his body, he realized – and sat down by the fire, warming her hands over the flames and rubbing her hair dry.

Zuko stood there, gazing down at her, wrestling with the swell of emotions in his gut. His mind kept teasing him with flashes of that bare, flawless skin, the bright blush of her cheeks, and the distant, dreamy look in her eyes as she talked to him about home.

Home. He had learned more about the Southern Water Tribe girl and her family in the past two days of his incarceration than he knew about anyone else. He felt like he could walk through that tiny village right now and pick out Gran-Gran’s tent just by the way Katara had described it. Talking had been the only way to pass the time, and she had been much less reluctant to share than he had. She didn’t seem to mind, though, and Zuko was grateful that she kept her questions to a bare minimum. In time, perhaps, he’d learn to open up to this girl…

He shook his head. No. That wouldn’t happen. Ever. When morning came, they would part ways to continue on their own arduous journeys. Gods willing, they’d meet again.

For now, all he had was this night…

“…Should sit down. You must be tired.” Katara patted the ground next her. Zuko blinked. He was still staring down at her when she huffed, grabbed his hand, and dragged him down next to her.

The contact sent a shock through his arm and he gasped, feeling a shock of unbidden pleasure course through him, hot and sinful. He choked back a moan. And she had only touched his hand…

“What’s wrong?” Katara asked in alarm.

“I… it’s nothing. Just a bruise,” he lied, holding his side.

Katara pursed her lips. “Take off your shirt.”

“What?”

“Take off your shirt. If you have a broken rib, it could puncture something and you’ll cause some major damage. Take off your shirt. I can help you.”

“Really, I’m fine—”

Katara put a finger to his lips and looked into his face pointedly. “Please. Just…let me help you.” She said quietly. Her finger traced softly over his face and Zuko stifled a whimper. He didn’t move when her hand slid around him and undid the tie that kept the robe she had shared with him closed. Her unbound hair hung over one shoulder invitingly, and Zuko’s senses were flooded by her cloying fragrance. Her hands gently worked the tunic off, drawing it off his shoulders to expose his pale skin, muscles rippling with tension as she closed in on him.

Zuko watched her face hazily, the expression in her cerulean eyes shifting from fascination to desire to all-consuming hunger. Her lips parted in the barest of pants and her cheeks glowed rosily in the firelight. She reached out and drew the rest of the shirt off, her touch lingering against his biceps, eyes roaming over his heaving chest.

“Zuko…” she breathed, eyes scanning his torso. “I don’t see a bruise.”

The prince’s lips trembled, watching her with hooded eyes. “Are you sure?”

She would not look into his face. “Yes.”

He reached out and took her small hand. She gasped at his touch but didn’t pull away. He guided her hand around his waist, drawing her into the circle of his embrace, one arm holding her hip. “Can you find anything here?” He murmured, pressing closer. The roughness of the water girl’s tattered robe made his bones sing.

Katara’s hand explored his side, her other arm draped lazily over his shoulder. “No.”

He brought her hand to his collarbone. “What about here?”

“No.” She licked her lips a little, the flicker of her pink tongue teasing Zuko into a frenzy.

He took her hand, quivering, and placed it over his heart, her soft palm lightly brushing his hardened nipple. “Katara,” he breathed shallowly, feeling like he was about to burst. “It hurts here.”

She looked into his eyes finally, and they surrendered themselves, both lost to the world. Their mouths came together, crashing, falling, entangling, void upon void wrapping the other, tongues exploring, lips devouring, tasting, drinking each other’s passion. He breathed in the scent of her rain-dampened hair and skin, and held onto her tightly, pulling her right onto his lap. She moaned. His hands traced her delightful form, feeling the curves beneath the fabric, and he wanted to beg her to please let him touch her, let him taste her skin.

He didn’t need to ask. She pulled away from him to untie her own robe, opening it in a flash so she could press her flesh against him. Zuko extracted the blue dress from her as she continued to nibble on his neck and earlobe and shoulder, driving him insane with desire. He wanted her. He wanted her badly.

“Zuko…” Katara gasped as his hands worked at the breast band. “Zuko I need you…”

He nearly came at those words, his member throbbing against the taut fabric of his trousers. He tried very hard not to think about their circumstances: the prison, the deadly brawl they’d had at the North Pole, and all the times she had thwarted his attempts to capture the Avatar. All he knew was that he was wanted; desired by a beautiful girl who should by all logic despise him. But she didn’t hate him. She wanted him. He wanted her. And all they had was this night together.

Hands skilled at wielding broadswords and gouts of flame fumbled with the tightly-wound bindings. Zuko was out of his mind with lust, his entire being shaking with thirst and hunger that would only be sated when he could take the lovely water nymph. When he managed to remove the breast band, he was rewarded with the most exquisite view of Katara’s dark body, a sylph painted bronze by the campfire. She straddled him, chest-to-chest, her long, slender legs wrapped around his waist, the long strip of her breast band draped about her like an enormous string of ticker tape. His eyes traveled from her knees, tracing the long, smooth line of her thigh to her hips and up her waist to her navel and up. Her pert breasts and dark nipples jutted out at him, and he looked up at her imploringly before she asked him with her gorgeous blue eyes to please, yes, please suck on my tits.

He lowered his face and obliged, taking the right breast in hand, gently massaging her while applying his tongue and mouth against the other. Katara whimpered in pleasure, running her fingers through his short, dark hair and eliciting a growl from the back of his throat.

At some point, he managed to work his boots and pants off. They writhed together on the dusty ground, their heavy breathing mingling with the patter of rain. Her hands were everywhere, raking over his flesh, her mouth eager to taste every inch of his hot, pale skin. Zuko was absolutely mesmerized by the way she snaked her entire body over him, like she couldn’t touch him enough. Her frantic hands hooked onto the waistband of his underwear, and she pulled down, freeing his erect member from the cloth.

She made a little gasping noise: no doubt she was unaware of the Fire Nation royal family’s legendary endowment. Lying on his back, Zuko eased himself onto his elbows to look at her, smirking at her disbelieving gape. Their eyes met again, and he felt that swell within him, that thing that made him want to hold this girl to him and never let go, the urgent need to make her happy, make her smile, to drive her out of her mind with pleasure…

She smiled at him and lowered her head. He moaned lowly as she pressed his twitching member past her lips and into her mouth. His whole body quaked as she ministered to his needs, her silky hair spilling over his hard, flat stomach. His vision clouded with bursts of light and colour, but he didn’t want to climax just yet.

“Ka-Katara,” he gritted. “I…”

She relinquished his penis and smiled up at him. “Yes?”

Zuko stared wide-eyed down at the girl. Young woman. Woman. That’s what she was. “I want you. In the rain.”

A puzzled look passed over her face and he scooped her up in his arms, savouring a deep kiss as he shakily walked out into the warm spring storm. He explained: “I’m a Firebender. I’m going to get really hot when I…” He found himself blushing. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. “I don’t want you to get burned.”

Katara’s eyes softened. She nuzzled him and nodded her understanding.

Just beyond the overhang, the rain poured steadily down, plunging down in a virtual waterfall from the ancient broken eaves and onto the steps below. A pillar of stone just behind the downpour was slick with the backsplash, the rain softly pattering down from the weeping skies.

Zuko set the Waterbender down, his whole body humming with anticipation. She looked at him with those eyes of hers, turbulent as the raging sea, her whole being calling to him as she stood there looking like a newborn goddess of the elements.

She pulled him into her arms once more, their mouths seeking to consume the other. Zuko felt his whole body heat as his erection brushed against the Waterbender’s silky, wet folds. They moaned softly together, each enjoying the other’s touch. He pressed Katara against the pillar, feeling the downpour crash against his skin in cascades of white foam, and looked into her face once more, bracing her body, hands sliding under her hips.

The slightest doubt crept into his mind. What if he hurt her? What if this was entirely the wrong thing to do? Wasn’t she the enemy? Since when had he wanted her so badly? He hesitated.

But she didn’t. Wrapping a slender leg around his waist, Katara pulled the prince forward, impaling herself onto him, crying out in pain. Zuko held very still, the closeness and shock of being inside someone nearly thrusting him over the edge.

He waited, recovering control, feeling the Waterbender’s body relax. The grip on the back of his head loosened and the claws digging into his shoulder pried out of his flesh. He looked into her face once more and she leaned back slightly, her entire body covered with a sheen of rain and sweat. Her eyes were filled with tears.

“Are you okay?” He asked, winded by the riot of sensation that threatened to overtake him. She nodded, biting her lip, smiling as she kissed him gently.

He was having a hell of a time maintaining control. His entire body ached for release, and Katara’s body, tense and tender, still needed time to adjust to him. He bent backwards and let the rain wash over him, cool and refreshing, before he gently began moving his hips.

Katara whimpered at first, so Zuko slowed his thrusts, gyrating inside of her to ease her onto his thickness. Every movement made him shudder, the clenching of her flower driving him deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

When she got into it, Katara began moving her pelvis in time with his. He grunted appreciatively, moaning when she tightened around him. She panted his name over and over, driving a red hot fever through his soul. No one had ever said his name so wantonly before, or even referred to him without his royal honorific. But to have this girl – his enemy, his nemesis, his polar opposite – cry for him and want him and need him…

He felt the flame within him light, the growing burn that signaled the point of no return.

Zuko opened his eyes, quickly dunking himself in the cooling rain again, his hips thrust against Katara’s. He had to cool down, to slow himself. He wanted to have her all night, to never end this glorious feeling. He could feel her tightening, ready for release, and he wanted to be the one who took her there, to forever claim her.

He watched her, her head bent back to rest against the cool stone, her hair hanging wetly behind her. Katara’s face was contorted in that incredible mixture of agony and joy, lips parted. Her shapely legs were spread out on either side of his body, and he could see the dark curled hairs on both their bodies where they joined. She watched him expectantly, whimpering, pleading for him to bring her to climax.

Zuko smiled. He never thought in a million years that the Waterbender girl would be his.

“Katara…” he said, smiling. He settled her feet back onto the ground, keeping himself buried up to the hilt. She looked bewildered. “My sweet water lily…” He kissed her softly, nuzzling her.

“You’re… you’re not done already, are you?” She asked softly, her eyes shimmering with disappointment. Zuko nearly laughed.

“No. Not nearly.”

He pulled out of her swiftly, gasping at the sudden disappearance of heat and wetness. She drew him back, kissing him fiercely, planting butterfly pecks over his face, his scar…

He pulled away momentarily, stunned. Somehow, she had made him completely forget about his scar and the jarring reality of its existence, its origins, its meaning, made the world crash down upon him, harder than the pounding runoff he stood in.

“Touch me,” she whispered hotly, oblivious of his sudden disconcertion. Her wanton pleas were slowly drawing him away from his reality, the immediate danger they had allowed themselves to slip out of. His brain kept flashing back to those moments when Katara had looked so defeated in her little cage – now she was tigress, slavering for him. She guided his hand to her breast and pulled him flush against her, squeezing his buttocks. She growled.

In a heartbeat, he was back, wanting her more than ever. He kissed her fiercely, taking his fill before wrenching away and spinning her around on her heels. He bent her over at the waist and guided himself into her hot sex, moaning as he slid in, inch by glorious inch.

Katara mewled, her legs spreading to allow him access. She held the pillar for support as he began to move in slow, shallow thrusts that eventually deepened, lengthened into sensual pulls in and out of that tight crevasse. Zuko was pounding into her now, the sound of skin slapping wetly together echoing across the plateau, his heavy balls bouncing against her firm bottom. Her cries drove him wild, but the perfect blue eyes that had turned to watch him, begging, nearly sent him over the edge. The storm had become a torrential downpour once more, and silver foamed water washed over both of them, splashing down over Katara’s back and sluicing over the Firebender’s chest.

She breathed heavily, her lashes sparkling with rain as she closed her eyes. “Zuko…” she gasped, “Oh Zuko, I’m… I’m going to…”

“Me too… Katara…” He slammed into her again and again, his senses flooding with fire as she cried out his name, clamping down hard. He came, wave after wave of fire roiling through him. His skin seared and he moaned as he ignited, his mind rocketing into the blank void of ecstasy as the water poured down over him, sending up billowing clouds of hot white steam.

* * *

They lay by the rekindled campfire, naked, atop their discarded clothes in the dust of the ruin. Zuko draped his arm around the Waterbender, breathing in her scent mixed with smell of air heavy with spring rain. He had no need to disperse his inner heat to her – they were both hot from the exertion, legs wobbly, bones singing with deep satisfaction.

But Zuko felt different now; as though his eyes had been opened to a whole new world of possibilities. Though he was exhausted, his mind raced, swollen with promise and ideas and plans, all of which seemed to involve this beautiful, wonderful girl who had shared this precious night with him.

He had never meant to feel anything for her – he had always thought his first time would be with some faceless floozy from his father’s harem, or a no-name whore his Uncle had purchased.

But now, he felt like he had a purpose. A reason to be alive.

Meanwhile, Katara slept, a tiny smile curling her sweet lips. Zuko watched her as she whimpered a little, turned over, and buried herself deeper into his chest. He shook with silent laughter and kissed her brow and held her to him, feeling triumphant. Invincible.

He lay back and sighed. Tomorrow held promise. Tomorrow, he would tell her. Would ask her…

* * *

“Will you come with me?”

Katara stopped combing through her hair with her fingers. She blinked. “Where?”

“To find my mother.”

The water girl’s eyes softened. Her lips tugged down into a small frown and Zuko felt his heart sink.

“Zuko…” she stepped toward him and took his hand, looking earnestly into his face. “Last night was special. Really, really special. I want to stay with you. I really do. But I have to help Aang become the Avatar.”

The great wafting balloon of his soul deflated, popped by the red hot stab of jealousy. His spirit, flying high ever since last night, came crashing to the ground. He jerked as if someone had stabbed him in the heart.

The waves of anger dissipated as he looked into her face. She was telling the truth: she really did want to be with him.

He found his voice, hoarse with disappointment. “I… I know. I just hoped—”

“Come with me.” She said suddenly, gripping his hand tightly. “You can teach Aang Firebending. After the comet, we can go find your mom together…” Her eyes burned with conviction, with hope.

Zuko wanted desperately to say yes. But he had set out to find his own path, his own way. Katara had helped him discover a part of himself he never thought existed, but she could not be the answer to everything he was. He had a long way to go still. If their paths crossed again, then perhaps he’d be ready to accept her offer, but until then…

“I can’t.” Zuko closed himself off, shutting the doors of his mind and walling himself away from the hurt threatening to make him buckle and give in to whatever this girl wanted. In an instant, he had gone cold, turning his back on his lover, the warmth of her hand quickly slipping out of his grasp.

Katara didn’t persist, did not fight his decision. She said simply, “I understand.”
The prince was just a little disappointed.

“We will see each other again,” he promised, back still turned. “I don’t know what I’ll be then… friend, enemy, ally… but I just want you to know…”

I think I’m in love with you. I think I’ve always been in love with you. One day we’ll be together again and when that day comes, I won’t let go.

“The experience was very good. Thank you.” He finished coolly.

He mounted the ostrich-horse and rode away without saying anything else, kicking his mount as hard as he was kicking himself. The leather reins felt stringy and dry in his too-tight clutch, his knuckles going white as the creature laboriously picked his way down the rocky slope away from the village, the girl, the what-could-have-beens…

And then he heard it.

“Zuko! WAIT!”

He reined in the bird, heart thudding in his chest. Katara was running at him, eyes sparkling, her smile breaking through the anguish like a sun through the storm clouds.

And before he knew it, he had leapt off the ostrich-horse and had her in his arms, kissing her with renewed hunger, holding her, nearly sobbing with joy.

Screw finding himself. He would never have to fuck a cabbage again.

* * *

END.

(…Or is this just the beginning of a horrible, horrible drabble series?)
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