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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 6
Disclaimer-ATLA doesn’t belong to me in any way but my crack!fics do.
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Pakku smiled to himself before going to his things, pulling out a small carved box. Inside of it were a few things that were valuable to him, like his favorite spearhead among a few other things. He kept this box as a collection of his most treasured memories. The spearhead had been the one he used in his first kill, and it had been a large and handsome tiger seal. He also had one of the sharp canines from the seal.
He had several stones in his box, picked up on various expeditions because he had admired their beauty, and as reminders of these trips. He chose a stone that he had found many years ago during one of his walks along the coastline. He had picked it up because of the way it shone in the sun. It was a pale blue, and tiny impurities under its surface gave it flashes of rainbow whenever he angled it towards the light.
The weight of it in his hand satisfied him and he grabbed his tools and a bit of seal jerky for later on and went to the rooftop, feeling the warm sunlight on his face as he set to work.
With this he would show her his appreciation and love for her. It would be a brilliant piece and worthy of her beauty.
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Katara wandered through the city aimlessly, her tears frozen into a lump deep in the back of her throat. What would she do now? She and Pakku had been getting along until last night, why did he have to go and do that? She didn’t want to play any games or hold any illusions, but she didn’t want to go on like she had that morning, not saying anything to him and simply functioning. She had come to become comfortable in the marriage and she had her husband did have good moments. Was it possible that he did indeed care for her?
She remembered Hahn’s words. Was she laughed at behind her back for being Pakku’s wife? Did people pity her? Did people feel bad for her or wonder if husband or wife cared for the other at all? All of these thoughts made her small and she looked down and wrapped her arms around herself as she walked, avoiding people.
She spoke to no one, even going so far as to go to the pond behind the Palace. Because of her status and what she had done to help the city when the Fire Navy had lain siege, she was now allowed to go to the pond to meditate. And here she spent much of her day, simply meditating and looking back at her memories, feeling peaceful and serene in this sacred place.
Thoughts raced through her head, of plunging herself into the ocean and letting it claim her, of letting her element swallow her and wash her away into nothingness.
It was almost dark before she returned home, still having not decided what to do. When she stepped through the door, the sky was already darkening. Dimly, she wondered if Pakku would be upset with her for pushing the limit.
She slipped off her boots and parka and set them aside neatly, not noticing that he was standing near the window. When he whispered her name, she gasped softly and looked up, seeing him standing there, a quiet and…serene? expression on his face.
"Pakku." she said quietly, quickly looking away from his intense gaze.
"Come here." he said. She didn’t argue or even hesitate, approaching him quietly and standing only a couple of feet in front of him.
His hands went to her necklace and she stood there, holding her breath. She gasped softly when he suddenly took it off with a sudden movement. Her eyes widened when he tossed it out the window, and it fell into the canal with a splash.
She stood there for a few moments, her hand sliding to her neck, feeling the smooth flesh where her throat and shoulders connected.
"Does…does this mean you don’t want me anymore?" she asked with some confusion, lifting her hand from her throat.
What would that mean for her? Did this mean she was disgraced? What would happen when the city, or her father knew?
Pakku shook his head and kissed her cheek lightly, pulling something out of his parka.
"I made that old necklace for someone else. This I made for you, Katara." he whispered, holding it up with one hand. She could see the blue ribbon and then she gasped softly as she fixed her eyes on the pendant. It was beautiful and she reached out with one hand to touch it gingerly before she inspected the pendant more closely. He put it in her hand, his fingers caressing hers.
The stone it was made from was beautiful and as she turned it towards the light, she saw a snowflake carved into it. It wasn’t visible at first, and only when one looked at it from certain angles did it become visible, and the light danced around it. It was a subtle but beautiful piece of work, and she looked back at him with wide eyes. He held a small but proud smile on his face.
"What is the meaning of this?"
"A way to make amends for starters." Pakku replied as he took the necklace from her hand and placed it on her neck, admiring how she looked in it.
"Amends?" she asked and he nodded.
"For the way things were earlier." Pakku said softly. She sighed softly and looked down.
"Please don’t."
"Don't what? Try to make things better?"
"Don’t play games with me. I’m not Kana and I know that. I just want things back to the way they were, where you and I at least tolerated eachother and got along. I don’t want to think you care for me when you don't. I just want to get along with you and not live under any false hopes."
"I am not playing games with you nor do I care that you are not Kana."
"Then what?" she demanded, "What do you want from me? You told me what I was to you on our wedding night!"
"I lied." Pakku said simply. Katara sputtered softly for a moment, staring at him, not knowing what to say now. All of the things he had said...a lie? Then why had he said these things?
"I care about you deeply. And I apologize for lying. It was just…your clear unhappiness put me on the defensive and I didn’t know how you would react if I said that I did care for you. I was certain you would think I was joking." Pakku said quietly. She let out a slight whimper when he caressed her cheek tenderly. He had been right… she might have thought he was joking, if he professed the depths of his emotion to her.
"I know what happened with Hahn." he said. She backed away from him slowly, going on the defensive.
"I never encouraged him, I swear. I haven’t been doing anything with any other man!"
"I know that and I trust you."
"You...do?" she asked softly.
"Yes."
"How...how do you know about Hahn? What did you see or hear?" she asked. Had he heard rumors or what?
"Enough to know that the boy tried to coerce you into bed with him." he said simply. She stared at him for a moment, her pulse racing.
"Who told you?"
"I saw it all. I had just come from a meeting with Arnook and saw you and decided to follow you."
Katara slowly sunk down, leaning against the wall.
"Oh." she said quietly, looking down. Her hand went up to her necklace, feeling the snowflake pattern under her fingertips.
"You have nothing to worry about, Katara. You were in the right. And I rather admire how you handled yourself."
"Thank you." she said quietly, still looking down. She wondered if Pakku had confronted Hahn or left it alone. The boy had seemed wary of her afterwards.
"Did you do something to Hahn?"
"I did." he replied with a small smirk.
"What did you do?" she asked curiously.
"I merely put him in his place, Katara."
"May I ask how?"
"I encased him in ice." Pakku replied with a shrug and she stifled a laugh.
"Oh..." she said softly, trying to hide the mirth from her voice. He reached out to her, pulling her back to her feet before he nuzzled her.
She felt comforted although she was still a bit curious and wary.
"What about...my grandmother? Do you compare me to her? Do you still care for her?"
"Yes. And…no." Pakku said. She backed away a little, staring at him, her eyes and expression demanding an explanation. He nodded slowly.
"When I compare you to her, I think of how better you are. I never loved her like I do you." he said in a firm voice. This struck her as a huge surprise.
"What?" was all she could say. He smirked before pulling her in, pressing his lips to her for a moment before looking down at her.
"Do you really feel that way for me?" she asked, tears coming to her eyes and he nodded before kissing her again.
"I do indeed."
She needed affection and love so badly, had always needed it and now to know that he did care… A tear slid down her cheek and Pakku leaned his head down, kissing it away.
"I...I was always hoping that you would care for me." she whispered and he nodded, nuzzling her.
"Were you?" he asked.
"Yes." she said quietly, looking down. "I'm just..." she sighed softly, "What you told me...makes me feel better. I was hoping that when I was married, my husband would always care for me. When you gave me that flower, I was just confused...because I didn’t think you cared for me. Did you love me when you asked for my hand in marriage?"
"I did." he replied and she smiled just a little more.
"Thank you for the necklace. It means a lot that you made one for me." she said as she lay her head against his chest, feeling the soft fur of the collar of his parka against her forehead. His fingers touched her hair and stroked her head gently. She looked up at him and smiled, a small but warm and pleasant smile.
Seeing that smile made him feel years younger and he kissed her again, feeling her arms wrap around his middle.
"You are beautiful, Katara. Even more so than Kana. She was a very nice woman, but I see now that you are the better match for me. You challenge me and I like that."
"I’m glad you like my spirit. You’re not such a bad husband yourself." she smirked, wondering how he looked in his youth. But even now he was still handsome and very fit, and she continued, "You've taken very good care of yourself and you perform well in bed." she said, deciding to compliment him, something she had never really done before because he didn’t care for flattery. Saying the last part made her blush a little.
"Good to know, because otherwise I would have to fear that I'd lose you to one of those blasted young whelps." he said with a soft growl and she giggled softly. She had never said anything about his performance before.
"No, you always...um...pleased me." she said, looking down and blushing.
"Shall we go to bed then? So I can please you again?" he asked with a smirk.
"Now?" she asked with a shy blush and he nodded.
"You know, when Hahn told me that he would do better than you I was this close to laughing in his face and telling him how good you were."
"You should have, it would have given him something to think about." he mock chided, wagging his finger at her lightly.
"I’m sorry." she said, thinking he was angry with her.
"Don’t be. I’m not angry with you." Pakku said, pulling her in again and nuzzling her, his fingers tangling through her hair. She smiled as he kissed her.
Pakku reached down to the sash around Katara’s waist and he tugged at it gently, watching it come loose. She did not protest as he removed her robe and shirt, and he made short work of her breast bindings.
She shivered and stood there as he reached around to untie her braid and let it fall loose. He always loved how she looked with her hair down. He growled softly, placing kisses along her face and neck, his hands sliding along her breasts gently and she shuddered pleasurably as she looked up at him.
His hands slowly slid along her arms and sides down to her pants, tugging at them gently and letting them slip down her legs.
Katara shivered as she stood there, her pants pooled at her ankles. There was now only one article of clothing that concealed at least part of her lovely form. Pakku’s eyes slowly moved down to the white linen around her hips and between her legs. He looked down at her with a small smirk and reached down, making short work of it and letting his fingertips caress the soft brown curls down there. She trembled a little, womanhood already wet in anticipation.
"Lay down, Katara." Pakku asked. She nodded, crawling onto the furs and making herself comfortable, laying there with her limbs loosely spread. He smiled a little, letting himself take in her beauty and how welcoming she looked lying out on the furs.
The Waterbending Master started to remove his own clothes and she watched with a small blush on her face.
"All for you." Pakku said, smirking a little more as he removed his shirt. She blushed as her eyes moved along his chest and arms and he knew she admired his strong and lean physique.
"Like what you see?" he asked and she looked down shyly.
"Look at me, Katara." he said and she looked back at him.
"Do you like what you see? Do you want me?" he asked and she nodded.
"Good." Pakku said with a smirk as he removed his shoes and started to undo his pants. His loincloth came off next and he stood before her naked.
She held back a shiver as her eyes moved up and down his form, eager for him to make love with her. He was good with his touches and made her feel desired. She appreciated the fact that he worked on her pleasure as well as his own.
She lay there quietly as her husband approached her, visibly aroused, and gave him an encouraging smile. His own eyes moved along her form, entranced by her beauty and her warm curves.
"Mine." Pakku whispered and she nodded quietly as he stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. Slowly he leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on her lips as he lowered himself onto the fur next to her.
Katara moaned softly as his hand slid along her body, exploring her warm curves and she moved closer, wanting more of his touch. Pakku noticed and smirked, determined to give her something to really moan about, and his other hand traveled to her right breast.
"Yes...please...touch me there." she whimpered, which surprised him because she had never said anything about what she had liked before. Every time he made love with her, she let him do whatever he wanted, without really telling him what she wanted from him specifically.
He nodded and pinched that breast lightly, watching her reaction as he rolled the nipple between his finger and thumb. A surge of satisfaction ran through him as she arched her back, thrusting her breasts at him. He loved the fact that she was now opening up to him and letting him know just what she wanted.
His mouth descended onto her left breast, taking it into her mouth and gently biting the nipple before sucking on it gently.
"Ohhh...Pakku..." she whimpered, nodding and he paused just for a moment, liking very much how she whispered his name. He felt happy to hear that.
She hissed in pleasure as he teased and sucked her breasts as his manhood pressed against her thigh. Tentatively, she reached up to touch him. He nodded and shivered as he felt light fingers on his shoulders. It felt nice to be touched by his wife.
She looked so beautiful splayed out on the furs with a blush on her face, and she was all his. Looking down at her after lifting his mouth from her breast, he nodded when her fingers slowly traveled along his shoulders.
"Go on, touch me. Don’t be afraid." he said before he went down on her other breast, kissing and sucking on it as he massaged the one he had just abandoned, feeling her warm body against his. He was tempted to take her right now, but he wanted her to be nice and aroused for him and more than welcoming. She needed and deserved his love and attention.
He shivered as he felt Katara’s fingers caress his arms, shoulder, and back, the strokes becoming firmer as she grew bolder and he let out a soft moan.
"Like that?" she whispered as her fingers slid down his back and back up.
"I do indeed." Pakku said with a small smirk before he returned to her breasts.
She smiled and caressed his back and sides as he played with her breasts and she watched as he drew the nipple into his mouth, teasing it and running his tongue over it and around it. Frankly, she found that sight arousing and blushed more as she watched him play with her breasts.
"Seeing you do that makes me very heated." she admitted shyly.
"Then I will just have to continue." Pakku said, placing gentle kisses along the soft curve of her breast and inhaling her warm scent as her hands moved to his shoulders and arms, gently massaging them.
"Please do." she whimpered as she continued to touch him and Pakku continued for a bit more, teasing both of her nipples and nuzzling her breasts before he slid back up her body and kissed her fiercely, his hands running along her face and hair. Her own touches became more firm and she explored his body, reaching down to squeeze his rear end and he growled at her playfully. She growled right back at him before he kissed her again and again, letting his lips explore her face and neck.
"I want you." Katara said quietly. He swelled up with pride upon hearing that as her fingers ran along his cheek. It felt wonderful to finally have her want him, to accept his feelings for her.
"I want you too." Pakku growled, gently nudging her legs apart with a knee. He looked down at the treat between her legs and instead of putting himself in right away, he slid his hand along her thighs, feeling his wife shiver under his light caress.
He found her womanhood and lightly ran his fingers along the outside of it, smirking in satisfaction when he heard Katara whimper. Slowly he slid one finger into her, feeling how hot and wet she was, feeling proud that he had aroused her and made her wet without the aid of water whips like he sometimes did before he had sex with her.
"Looks like someone is wet for me." Pakku whispered, meeting her eyes. She whimpered and nodded. He then pushed the finger in a little more, feeling her squirm just a bit more, and then he wiggled it around just a bit, savoring the feel of the tight walls that clenched around the gentle intruder.
He slowly withdrew his finger and looked at the clear liquid that coated it before taking it to his mouth and sucking on his finger as she watched. He rather liked her taste.
"Mhmm." Pakku said, nodding in approval as he withdrew his finger and looked down at her, stroking her treasure a little more, teasing her with light touches.
"Come on, please." Katara begged, squirming around a little under his teasing strokes. Pakku smirked and simply continued teasing her, ignoring his own arousal. But, Katara decided to take things into her hands… literally.
Her right hand trailed down his chest and Pakku shuddered slightly, nodding to her. She felt the lean muscles under his dark skin as her fingers traveled down his stomach and past his navel, finding the curls of white hair just above his manhood. The Waterbending looked at her curiously, as she had never touched him there before, but he didn’t protest, why should he? Her fingers grazed along his manhood, causing him to groan a little. She shot him a cheeky smirk and he continued teasing her, smirking right back at her.
She explored him, feeling the thick shaft under her fingers and she firmed a gentle but form grip around it, pumping him gently and she watched with satisfaction as he tried to hold back a shiver. She whimpered when he slid his finger into her again and she clenched hard, causing him to chuckle softly.
He lay down right next to her, keeping her hand on his shaft as he continued playing with her and she lightly tugged at his foreskin, causing him to hiss softly. He was very much enjoying her attentions and decided, now that he knew she truly enjoyed this, to try something new.
"Get on top of me, Katara." Pakku instructed and she paused, staring at him curiously.
"What?" she asked as he withdrew his hand from her and he nodded.
"Every time we come together I am on top. You deserve a turn. And it would be fun to try something new." he said as he placed his hands on her hips, gently guiding her on top of him and helping her lower herself onto his manhood. When she was firmly positioned, his hands slid along her breasts and sides, looking up at her.
"Rock yourself against me, Katara. Go on." he encouraged and she started rocking slightly. Her movements were a bit awkward at first but she settled into a rhythm that was comfortable for both of them and he moaned her name happily as she rode him.
It felt a bit weird being on top as she had never done it before, but she found it a lot of fun to be the one controlling the rhythm. She moaned and nodded when he encouraged her to go faster, feeling his hands on her body.
It was nice to have her ride him, he thought bemusedly as he felt her lovely body work against his and the clenching she did only made it better. Her breasts jiggled, and it was a pleasure to watch her body undulate, her hips swaying and twisting around on him, as her eyes became half-lidded in a apparent show of deep pleasure. His eyes moved down her body, to where their flesh joined, seeing her swallow his flesh over and over, as she thrust up and down on him. It was an incredibly arousing sight, and if he thought he had been fully aroused before, he could almost swear that he had stiffened a bit more.
His eyes moved back up, noting the pleasured flush on her cheeks, and he reached up to touch her face. She moaned, and placed her hand over his, nuzzling his palm and whimpering in pleasure as she clenched around him, hard.
"Kataraaaaa…" he moaned as he felt himself approach climax, begging her to go faster, which she gladly obliged. When he came, his fingers dug into her and she cried out softly as she felt his release, continuing her rhythm as she heard him moan out her name happily.
She slowed her rhythm and finally slid off him, leaving him feeling bereft when his softening flesh became unsheathed. He pulled her close, not wanting to let go and she didn’t resist, letting him hold her as her hand slid along his arm.
Katara felt his hand slide along her face and hair, brushing away the loose tresses and she nuzzled his hand. She could feel his strong heartbeat against her hand and lay her head against his shoulder, simply savoring the afterglow of their pleasure.
"I love you." Pakku whispered as he ran his fingers along her shoulder and necklace.
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