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One Night For The Avatar	By : moviefan Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 2014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A/N: We're back with the next chapter. I'm glad that you all seem to be enjoying this. I guess all those lemon practice one-shots I did in preparation for this paid off. Things have been pretty hot and heavy so far, but now comes the part you've all probably have been curious about. As the chapter title indicates, this will be taking place the next morning, so it's time to see the aftermath of what Katara and Zuko's night together will bring.)
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Chapter 6: The Morning After
Through the comfortable darkness, Katara vaguely became aware of that fact that she was asleep. She wasn’t sure how she became aware of it, because she wasn’t dreaming. Not really. She was surrounded by a warm cocoon of nothingness. The remnants of dreamless sleep she supposed, for her sleep had indeed been dreamless.
What had stirred her awareness was the exquisite feeling of bliss coursing through her, pulling her out of oblivion. She was no stranger to having erotic dreams, she knew they were something that everyone experienced from time to time, but erotic dreams usually involved… well, dreaming.
Instead, her mind seemed to have skipped over the dreaming part, leaving her with only the pleasure, and at far greater levels than any dream she had before. And as that pleasure mounted, her brain woke up more and more until, finally, her eyes snapped open and she gasped as she jolted awake.
On reflex, her eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings. She was still in Zuko’s room, in his bed. It was morning now, the sun just barely visible outside the window as it began to creep above the horizon. No longer was she resting on Zuko’s chest, and instead was on her back, and the Firebender in question was gone.
No, that wasn’t true. He wasn’t gone, he had simply changed positions. And as another wave of pleasure washed over her, she looked down the length of her body to see his head between her legs, his face buried in her crotch as he licked up and down here slit. No wonder she had woken up in such a fashion.
His eyes drifted up to meet hers, seeing that she was awake, and he removed his mouth from her to give her a playful smile. “Good morning, Katara. Sleep well?”
“What are you doing?” she gasped out, her voice heavy.
He raised an eyebrow, his playful smile shifting to a smirk. “I would have thought that was obvious,” he replied, and returned his mouth to her womanhood. “I’m having breakfast.”
“Zukooooo-ah!” she cried, her head falling back.
Zuko licked up and down her slit, pausing to swirl his tongue around her clit. Katara’s back arched off the bed in response as her hands shot out, reaching for something, but grabbing nothing. Her mouth opened and closed as she sucked in air, feeling as if she were going to go into shock from suddenly waking into a world of pleasure.
She knew Firebenders naturally rose with the sun, but how was that possible with how long into the night their activities had lasted? Was sleep deprivation something that didn’t apply to Zuko? Well, she was certainty wide awake now, despite the lack of sleep. And what a way to wake up.
All thought fled her though when he suddenly probed her entrance with his tongue, and her back dropped back down as her head rose with a gasp. One of her hands grabbed at the discarded blanket as the other one reach down to grab a handful of his hair. He began running his penetrating tongue up and down her folds, and her head feel back with a groan.
No, she couldn’t do this. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was morning now. That meant that their deal was over. How presumptuous of him to think that he could continue to take such liberties with her body. He wasn’t supposed to do this anymore. She couldn’t let him do this anymore. It was wrong, she had to stop him. But as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth, it was becoming hard to think.
“Zuko, don’t, no,” she panted, even as her legs shifted forward and back in response to his stimulation. “Stop.”
He did, and she could hear the smile in his voice as he knowingly asked, “Why?”
She licked her lips, struggling to find her voice. “Because… Because it’s wrong…”
“Oh? And what exactly is wrong with two people taking pleasure in each other’s company? We did last night.”
Trying to regain control of herself, she took a deep before answering. “We’re not supposed to do this anymore. Our deal is over.”
He was silent for a few moments, then he began tracing her slit with his finger. “So stop me then. You can if you want to. I told you that I don’t force myself on women. If you really want me to stop, then make me.”
He continued rubbing her nether-lips, and when she didn’t respond, he stuck his finger inside her. Katara whimpered as he began licking her again at the same time. He wasn’t holding her down or forcing her though, she could indeed stop him if she wanted to. All she had to do was roll away from him. But instead, the hand that wasn’t holding his head came up to smooth back her hair before cupping her already dampening forehead.
“Oh, gods…” she muttered, almost sounding as if she were about to weep.
Why wasn’t she stopping this? He said she could if she wanted to, and she believed that. Their deal was complete, her part in this was over. He’d agreed to let them all go. So why was she still…?
He curled his finger inside her, and a squeaking sound escaped Katara. Her hand came down to cover her mouth, embarrassed by the sound she had made. And as he found and proceeded to rub against her G-spot, she bit down on her index finger to try and stifle the noises her body seemed to want her to make, but they continued to escape her regardless.
As Zuko proceeded to finger and lick her, her grip on his hair tightened as she pushed his head further between her legs. Her hips had now risen off the bed, and she made small humping motions against his face as he probed her with his tongue. When he began swirling it around inside of her, a little yelp escaped her and she released his hair, her hands covering her face.
Dropping her hips back down on the bed, Katara bent her legs and closed them to Zuko. She panted as his touch stopped, giving her a few moments to compose herself. But then she felt Zuko’s hands slide up her legs, and he gently straightened them flat on the bed. She kept her face covered though as he crawled up her body until he took hold of her wrists and gently pried her hands away, pinning them to the bed above her.
She kept her eyes closed, though she could still feel him looking at her. And when she finally worked up the courage to open her eyes, she saw his face hovering right above hers. He was staring at her with such raw desire that her breath caught in her throat, and then he slowly lowered his head and kissed her. She melted into the kiss, tasting herself on his lips, and it caused her to moan into his mouth. She could feel him pressed against her groin and lower belly, all hot and hard, and he began humping against her. And ever so slowly, her legs began to part.
She caught the movement as what she was doing suddenly came back to her. No, she couldn’t allow this to continue. On either side of her head, Zuko held her hands down as he kissed her, and she pulled her hands free and grabbed his shoulders, shoving him off her and pulling away from him with a cry of, “No!”
Rolling away, she crawled out of the bed and got to her feet, breathing heavily. Her legs shook a little, but she was just glad that she was able to stand with as weak in the knees as she felt. Turning to Zuko, she fixed him with an angry glare as her shoulders heaved with her panting.
“We can’t do this, Zuko,” she insisted. “We’re not doing this. I’m not some whore that you can just take whenever you want.”
Laying on his side, Zuko propped himself up on one arm. “I never thought that you were.”
“Then don’t treat me like one,” she demanded, even though she knew that he hadn’t done anything of the sort. “We had a deal, and that’s it. I slept with you so you would let Aang go, not because I wanted to. And I have no intention of doing it again, no matter how good of a lover you are.”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. “So, you think I’m a good lover?”
She blushed at her slip of the tongue. She’d said too much, and yet at the same time, not enough. Zuko wasn’t a good lover, he was an incredible lover. And what more, he knew it, and her reactions to him showed it. He had truly made her first time magical, greatly exceeding her expectations and then some as he made both her and her body sing in rapture. The same had been true for the second time they laid together.
She didn’t think she would ever find another lover as amazing as him. And, truth be told, she almost feared that he had indefinitely ruined sex for her with any other man, that she would always compare them to him and find that they came up short. Not that she planned on taking any other lovers in the future aside from whoever became her husband. Although, deep down, she knew she would always be comparing any future intimacy to her time with Zuko, whether she wanted to or not.
“Your performance is irrelevant,” she told him, trying to sidestep her confession, but unable to take back her words without lying, and she feared he would see through any lie she tried to tell. “I told you already, we’re not lovers. And don’t give me that technicality stuff again, you know what I mean. We don’t have any kind of relationship. We’re enemies, Zuko, enemies. I did this to save Aang, and for no other reason. Now, this is over; we’re done here. I did what I promised, now you do what you promised, and we’ll never talk about this again. Ever.”
Having had her say, she stormed away from him. She needed to put some distance between them before she gave into temptation and fell back into bed with him again. So she went to the only safe haven there was, or at least the closest thing to one available, the bathroom. Without so much as a glance back at him, she shut the door and pressed her back against it as if to barricade it with her body.
She panted heavily, almost feeling as if she had escaped from something. She supposed, in a way, she had, from something both wonderful and horrible. It was strange to think as something as both wonderful and horrible at the same time, but this whole thing had been strange. Strange and crazy. Definitely more crazy.
She took a few moments to calm herself, and when her heart was no longer beating so fast, she took a deep breath and allowed herself to step away from the door. Glancing around the bathroom, her gaze landed on the shower. She had come in here to make an escape and get herself under control, but now she realized that she could really use a shower. She felt dirty and smelled of sex, the latter making her blush. Maybe a shower could help wash away the guilt and shame she felt. Not over what she did, but of how she had reacted during it.
As she approached the shower, she paused as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She hardly recognized herself. Her hair was a disheveled mess, her lips were kiss-swollen, and she saw several love bites and other markings decorating her skin, particularly around her neck and chest. The person she saw in the mirror was no longer a girl, she was a woman. Zuko had made her into a woman, and a well-ravished one at that.
And speaking of her skin, she saw that it actually appeared to be glowing. She had heard that people could glow after sex. Something to do with chemicals the body released during orgasm, if she recalled correctly. And Zuko had certainly given her plenty of those.
She watched the cheeks of her reflection color at the thought and shook her head. She couldn’t think about that now, or ever. It was an isolated incident that would remain in her past, never to be spoken of or acknowledged, and that was it, case closed. And so she pulled her gaze away from her reflection and stepped into the shower.
Pulling the lever, she turned on the water flow, waiting for it to heat up to the right temperature before stepping under the spray. It really was a fabulous invention, and she wished they had them in the Water Tribes, but considering that most structures were made of snow and ice, transporting hot water like this wasn’t exactly going to be easily achieved. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the luxury while it lasted.
Standing under the spray, she turned her face up into it, letting out a sigh as the warm water washed over her. It was strange how something so simple could feel so relaxing; it felt as if all her worries were being washed away. And she had many. And currently, most of them involved what had happened in the other room, both last night and this morning.
She hugged herself, not entirely sure what she should be feeling. How was someone supposed to feel about not just sleeping with the enemy, but experiencing the most pleasurable, erotic, passionate, and magical night with them, leaving you shaking with desire and want at the mere memory of it? That wasn’t how the night should have gone. It should have been an experience she wanted to get over with quickly and then never want to think about again and pretend never happened, not something she craved and dwelled on, not to not wanting it to end and to experience it again when it did.
She shook her head. She was only thinking and feeling this way because Zuko had gotten her all hot and bothered with the way he woke her up. That had to be it. Once she calmed down, she would be able to think rationally again. She wasn’t some bimbo who was ruled by her lust. Hadn’t she proved that when she pushed him away a little while ago? Her body had been screaming for him to take her, but she had said no, both to him and her body’s wants.
Speaking of which, she should probably do something about her body. She didn’t want her brother or Aang to see any markings on her and ask any unwanted questions. So, with a few waves of her hand, she gathered up some water and began performing some healing on herself.
She watched as the marks faded away under her healing touch. A love bite on her chest completely vanished as she ran her water-covered hand over it, as if she were wiping away a spot of dirt. And as she rubbed her glowing hands over her body, she felt the soreness in her muscles in her lower region disappear. Healing powers were certainly one of the biggest advantages of being a Waterbender, and she was very grateful to them.
She paused as she stared at her hands encased in water. Slowly, she looked down between her legs and wondered. When Zuko had taken her virginity, he had torn through her virgin barrier. Didn’t that technically make it a wound? She’d even bled. Was it possible that she could use her healing to grow back her maidenhead? It was at least worth a try.
Taking a stream of water, she brought it between her legs. She sent a liquid tendril up inside her and worked her healing. She felt the sensitivity and soreness disappear entirely, leaving her feeling as good as new, as if last night never happened. Feeling hopeful, she pulled the water out of her, and then carefully slipped a finger inside herself.
Feeling around, she frowned as she realized pretty quickly that there was nothing there. She may have healed herself, but it seemed that she had not been able to grow back her maidenhead. It caused a disappointed sigh to escape her, but she supposed it made sense. When other women healed after losing their virginity, they didn’t grow a new maidenhead, so why would she, even with Waterbending healing?
Well, that was unfortunate. It would have been more convenient to have a maidenhead for when she and her future husband laid together for the first time, but it seemed she would have to go with her original excuse of having lost it during her physical exertions during her adventures, or while performing some Waterbending move or exercise; it wasn’t unheard of.
But as she felt around inside herself for a virgin barrier that was not there, she felt a jolt of pleasure go through her at her own touch. Her disappointment faded as she once again was reminded of just how aroused she was after Zuko had used his mouth to wake her, and she found herself wishing that he had made her cum before she had come to her senses enough to push him away, because now she was sexually frustrated and filled with need. The hot water cascading down her extra sensitive skin felt even better than it should, and she rubbed her legs together with her hand between them.
She could at least do this, couldn’t she? There was nothing wrong with her touching herself; she had done it several times before. So what if Zuko had been the one to get her started, she was the one finishing herself off. There was nothing intimate or forbidden about that; she was just taking care of a bodily need, like sleeping when tired, or eating when hungry, nothing more.
She began moving her finger in and out of her, closing her eyes as she enjoyed her own touch. Under the hot water, she felt extra sensitive and even more alive, and her eyes drifted shut as her mouth parted as her breathing began to pick up. She rubbed herself for a short while before her other hand found her breast and she began massaging it.
Against her will, her mind went back to last night to when Zuko had asked her to masturbate for him. She still couldn’t believe that she had done that. It had been so embarrassing. So humiliating. So… exciting.
Yes, as much as she was reluctant to admit it, there had been a certain thrill of touching herself in front of Zuko. Which was strange, because she was most definitely not an exhibitionist. But at the time, as embarrassed as she had been, she had also found the whole experience highly arousing.
Her thoughts drifted further, and she soon found herself imaging that it was Zuko’s hands on her instead of her own. That it was his fingers touching her, stroking her, making her tremble with desire. She imagined his mouth on hers, on her breasts, on her nether region, kissing her, tasting her. She bit her bottom lip as she felt her excitement grow. She could still remember the weight of his body on top of hers, his hard muscles rubbing against her, the feel of him inside her, and she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her.
“Zuko…” she muttered as she thrust her fingers in and out of herself. “Oh, gods, Zuko…”
She couldn’t believe that she was whispering his name, moaning his name, while in the heat of passion, that she was envisioning him as she touched herself, but she couldn’t help her thought process. She imagined him looming over in all his naked glory, his well-sculpted body ready to unite with hers once more and bring them both to the heights of ecstasy, and she felt her stomach knot up, returning her to the passion-filled state she had been in when she had fled Zuko’s bed. She felt her inner walls clench around her finger, and found herself wishing it was something else, something bigger, harder, throbbing, filling her completely.
Suddenly, she felt a hand touch her shoulder. Gasping in surprise, she released her breast and pulled her hand out from between her legs. She whirled around to find a naked Zuko standing behind her, here in the shower with her, and her mouth dropped open in shock.
“What are you doing here!?” she demanded in outrage.
He didn’t answer. Instead, his eyes ran up and down her wet, naked body. She immediately felt self-conscious. She quickly covered her nether region with one hand and crossed her other arm over her chest. She didn’t know why, as he had already seen and touched her everywhere possible, but it was pretty much a reflex.
A smirk spread across Zuko’s face as his gaze went to her face, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Are you really concerned about me seeing you after what we did last night?”
Her face reddened, both from anger and embarrassment. “That’s not the point! I’m trying to shower. Why are you here?”
Still looking amused, he raised an eyebrow. “Well, first of all, it’s my shower,” he told her, his smile becoming a more knowing smirk. “Second of all, it certainly didn’t look like you were showering.”
She blushed even harder, mortified that she had been caught. “W-What I do while I shower is my own business. You have no right coming in here like this, even if it is your shower. I told you, I have no intention of having sex with you again. Now get out!”
Keeping her arm over her chest, she made to slap him with her other hand, but his own hand shot out, catching her wrist before her hand could make contact with his face. For some reason, this just made Katara blush further. He didn’t look upset over the fact that she had just tried to hit him though, simply glancing at her hand, then back at her, smirking as his eyes ran up and down her body again. She pulled her hand away and crossed both arms over her chest now.
Zuko seemed amused by her attempt to cover up as he took a step closer. She stepped back in response, keeping both arms over her chest as she squeezed her legs together, and his smirk widened. “Yes, you made that perfectly clear. And just for the record, I fully intended to respect your wishes. The whole reason I came in here was to tell you that I was going to leave you a fresh towel to use, but then I heard you moaning my name.”
Katara suddenly wished she were an Earthbender so she could make the earth swallow her up. She had been caught. He’d actually heard her with his name on her lips while she had been touching herself. This almost made anything else embarrassing that had happened pale in comparison. Now he would know that she was lusting after him even outside of their period of intimacy, and she couldn’t pretend to him that she was only caught up in the heat of the moment like before.
He took another step towards her, joining her under the shower’s spray. “So, it seems that despite what you said before, you do still want me, you’re just too proud to admit it.”
She couldn’t argue with his logic, because he was right. Even now, she couldn’t help but run her eyes up and down his body. She reluctantly admitted that he was oh so tempting to look at. He looked so mouth-wateringly delicious, and as her eyes moved up to his well-sculpted chest, the word “climbable” came to mind, though she wasn’t entirely sure why.
Damn him. Why did he have to be so attractive? Why did he have to be so good in bed? Why did she have to react to him the way she did? And why, oh why, did he have to hear her moaning out his name while she was touching herself?
He stepped even closer to her, his full erection pointing directly at her, as if it were a compass indicating to where it wanted to go, but this time she didn’t back away. Not necessarily by choice, but because her legs didn’t seem to want to move. Slowly, Zuko’s hands came up to take her arms, moving them away from her chest, baring her to his heated gaze. He took another step forward, and she felt his erection bump against her stomach. She pulled her arms from his grasp and backed away then, and felt her back hit the shower wall.
Zuko moved closer, his hands coming up against the wall on either side of her head, caging her in. The two of them stared at each other almost challengingly as the shower water came down on Zuko as Katara stood just out of its range.
A few moments later, one of his hands slowly moved away from the wall, coming down on her shoulder and moving down to her chest. He began caressing her breast, and Katara shyly turned her head away, keeping her lips clenched together tightly to prevent herself from making any noises, yet her breathing still hitched.
“Don’t you remember the pleasure we shared?” he asked her in a husky voice, whispering in her ear. “How you moaned in my arms as I filled you? Don’t you want to feel that again?”
Katara almost wanted to scream in frustration. This wasn’t part of their deal, that was over, and they both knew it. This was an attempt to seduce her. But that just meant that she had the power in this, she could reject him if she wanted to, and she knew that he would respect her decision; she trusted that much about him. What more, they were both currently surrounded by her element. If she really wanted to, she could freeze him in a block of ice at any moment. And yet she did nothing.
“Don’t…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
His hand moved up from her breast to push her wet hair off her shoulder. “Don’t what?” he asked quietly before leaning in and placing a kiss to her collarbone.
“Please…” she quietly begged as he licked up the water droplets from her neck, her voice full of desire. She turned her head back to him. “We can’t…”
He paused for a moment before tracing his lips over her neck, moving up towards her ear where he whispered into it again. “Then tell me to stop, Katara. Tell me to stop and I will.”
Turning away again, she clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms to give her some clarity as she closed her eyes and searched for her voice. It took every ounce of strength she had to stand her ground. “S-Stop…”
She kept her head turned away and eyes closed as she waited for him to step away, but as the seconds ticked by, she could still feel him right in front of her. Then she felt him take her chin in his hand and slowly turn her to face him once more. She cracked her eyes open the smallest bit to see his face right in front of hers, and saw that he was smiling in amusement.
“Very good,” he said low and seductively. “Now say it like you actually mean it. Say it like you actually want me to stop, and I will. Say it to convince me that that’s really what you want, so that it convinces you that it’s really what you want, not just something you feel like you should say. Say it like you don’t want me to kiss you right now. Like you don’t want me to take you right here up against the shower wall and make you scream with pleasure like I’m about to. Say it, Katara.”
She tried, spirits she did, but couldn’t seem to find her voice. Even if she could, she wouldn’t have been able to. Her mouth had gone completely dry as she trembled with want. Ironically, she was also so unbelievably wet right now, and it had nothing to do with the shower.
She tried to say the words, but her voice didn’t seem to want to come out. And even if it did, she feared that her tone would be just as unconvincing as last time. Even to her own ears, it had been blatantly obvious how false her words had been, that stopping was actually the last thing she wanted him to do.
“St…” she barely managed to get out, her whispered hush practically inaudible. “St…”
Still gripping her chin, his other hand found her lower back and pulled her towards him, back under the shower’s spray, so they were practically pressed up against each other. Katara just barely managed to bring her hands up between them, resting them against his chest to at least keep some space between them, even as she felt her beaded nipples graze his chest and his hard cock rest against her lower belly. He gave her hair a light tug, tilting her head back and looking directly into her darkened, hooded eyes, leaning in so his lips just barely brushed hers, their breath mingling.
“Say it, Katara,” he whispered again, challengingly.
Once more, she tried to get the words out, and once more her voice and mouth didn’t want to work. Instead, all that escaped her was a loud pant that somehow seemed to sound like a surrender to her. Zuko seemed to take it as that as well and claimed her lips as his. She whimpered into his mouth and felt his tongue enter hers. A moment later, she was lost.
Kissing him back, she brought her arms up, wrapping them around his neck, pressing herself against him. His hand released her chin to go around her, crushing her to him as his other hand released her hair and cupped the back of her neck. He kissed her with a deep passion that made Katara’s legs go to jelly, and she tightened her hold on him to keep herself upright. Gods, how was it possible that a mere kiss could trigger such a reaction from her, make her feel so alive and yet so weak, to cause her to feel as if she were burning from the inside out, like she might combust at any moment?
This kiss was much like their first one in his office when he had told her to kiss him. While the others they had shared had been no less passionate or enjoyable, a kiss like this was all-consuming, feeling as if fireworks were going off within her. Zuko practically devoured her mouth, and Katara kissed him back with just as much passion and desire. She didn’t think she could tear herself away from him if the world were coming to an end. Their heads turned this way and that, mouths separating only to take a breath of air, tongues rubbing and invading, hands touching the other everywhere.
La, it was as if Zuko were the very oxygen she was struggling to suck down during the split seconds their lips came apart. She didn’t think of why this was wrong, of why she shouldn’t do this, she just knew that she needed him desperately, her inner walls clenching around nothing, demanding to be filled by him.
Underneath the warm spray of the shower, the two continued their passionate tryst. Zuko eventually tore his mouth from hers and buried his face between her breasts, lapping up the water trailing down them. Katara tilted her head back, releasing a deep moan as she clung to him, pulling him more fully into her bosom. He went lower, down to her stomach, nuzzling her, then lower still, burying his face between her legs. Katara cried out as she felt his mouth on her again, and held his head there as he resumed what he had begun in the bedroom.
It seemed he was at his limit though, as he didn’t spend more than a couple minutes on his knees before standing up and pulling her into his arms, his lips finding hers again. She eagerly accepted his kiss as he pushed her back against the wall again, the spray of the water still partially coming down on them.
Reaching down, he hooked an arm underneath one of her legs, lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist. She offered no words of protest or signs of resistance as she clung to him, her whole body quivering with desire; she didn’t think she had ever been this aroused in her entire life. She felt him press against her entrance, and then, in one fluid motion, he slammed himself inside her.
Katara cried out loudly at the feel of him filling her. There was no pain or discomfort this time, no soreness of any kind thanks to her healing. Instead, she was only greeted with pleasure, and the cry she emitted clearly displayed this.
Zuko began relentlessly pounding into her with an animalistic frenzy. His hand returned to her leg and he lifted it up higher, hooking his arm underneath it so that it hung in the air as he thrusted up into her. His mouth found hers and he devoured her lips as she mumbled into his. Standing while having sex was a whole new experience, the position and angle driving her wild in new and different ways, and she pulled her mouth from his to throw her head back and whimper loudly.
Zuko’s hand on her lower back pulled her towards him, and she clung to him, resting her chin on his shoulder with her mouth hanging open as she loudly cried out every time his hips met hers. She clawed desperately at his back as she tried to pull him even closer, as impossible as that was. Her pleasured cries only seemed to spur him on all the more as he grunted in her ear, slamming into her almost violently, and all Katara could do was hold on for the ride as he worked her up into an even greater frenzy. And after just a few brief minutes, she erupted into an explosive orgasm, one more powerful than any she had experience thus far.
It didn’t end there though. Zuko didn’t so much as miss a beat as she quivered around him, her inner muscles squeezing his thrusting length. He continued to pound into her at a rapid pace, and before Katara’s orgasm even finished, he was quickly carrying her off to the heights of pleasure once again.
Under the spray of hot water, surrounded by her element, the whole, experienced was amplified. It somehow felt even more intimate than before, and Katara could feel her control over her own body seeming to vanish. The remaining leg she was standing on no longer seemed to be able to support her, and only Zuko’s body pressing hers against the wall seemed to be what was holding her up. Somehow though, through his passion-fueled state, he seemed to become aware of this, as he suddenly adjusted his arms and reached down to grabbed her other leg, lifting it up so she hung in the air, practically impaled on his member.
He wrapped both her legs around his waist, and Katara locked them both around him as she hugged him tightly. He cupped her bottom with both hands to hold her up, adjusting her slightly in his arms as he continued his rapid hip movements. The feel of their wet bodies sliding against each other made the whole experience feel all the more erotic. She was almost completely devoid of thought, her mind solely focused on the pleasure he was bringing her. All she could do was cling to him as he aggressively took her, enjoying every moment of it.
All around them, something started to happen. The water on the floor and walls began to stir. It began moving around, whipping itself into a frenzy, water droplets beginning to fly around the shower as if caught in a heavy windstorm. Katara didn’t even notice, nor would she have even if her eyes were open. She was too focused on what Zuko was doing to her, and just a few minutes after her last orgasm, she was sent screaming into another, and all the water around them continued to defy gravity as it rose up into the air.
He was being very rough now, his own passion seemingly out of control. But Katara didn’t care. She loved it, she craved it, she wanted him to be even rougher. Words were beyond her, beyond them both as his hips continued to collide with hers, and her mind was completely consumed with pleasure, unable to comprehend anything else. Pure, primal instinct drove her on as she took everything Zuko gave her.
He didn’t last as long as he had in bed, most likely due to his complete loss of control, but he still lasted. Not that Katara was able to properly judge how much time had gone by; she was too caught up in her own pleasure. Each orgasm that hit her seemed to lead directly into another without a reprieve, another one washing over her just after the previous one ended, sometimes before the other one even finished. She lost track of how many hit her, but heard Zuko cry out in her ear, and suddenly felt herself being filled with his seed in spurts noticeably more powerful than the previous times he came in her.
With a loud groan, Zuko’s head fell back, his mouth falling open, and a cloud of steam escaped him as he exhaled. His fingers dug into her bottom with bruising force, but she relished the minor pain, squeezing him with her legs as she all but remained pinned to the wall by his cock. And as the last of the steam escaped his lips, he rested his head on her shoulder as her own fell back to rest against the shower wall, the churning and rippling water all around them collapsing once more.
With the stop of his relentless pounding, her series of climaxes came to an end, and her body began to calm rather than begin to build up to another one. Had she just experienced what was called multiple orgasms? She had heard rumor of such a thing, but wasn’t sure if they were real. Apparently though, they were, because she had lost count of how many times she had climaxed during their period of frenzied coupling.
As she hung there, rational thought began to return, and she realized what exactly she had done. There had been no deals or bargaining this time, this had been purely her. She had actually given into Zuko’s seduction. She hadn’t even been fully aware of giving in, she had just gotten caught up in the moment. To be fair though, it seemed Zuko had gotten just as caught up as she had and had lost control as well.
Was this how affairs happened? Not the premeditated or planned out or ongoing ones, but the spur of the moment kind where two people were suddenly swept away by their own passion? If so, it was scary how all-consuming lust could be.
While she couldn’t relate to affairs, she did relate to the guilt that came afterwards as she realized that she had just had sex with Zuko again, this time of her own accord. She cursed herself for her weakness, and tried to chalk it up to her being inexperienced and feeling passion for the first time, causing her to get carried away. But now that it was over, she could regain control of herself.
Though that may not be as easy as it sounded. Zuko may have finished, but he seemed unwilling to put her down. Or maybe he simply couldn’t; her own limbs didn’t seem to want to move, so maybe his didn’t either. But they couldn’t just stay here all day. So she somehow managed to get control of her legs and lowered them from where they were wrapped around his waist. That seemed to snap him out of his own immobile state, and he set her down.
He had to catch her though as she almost fell when her legs didn’t seem to want to support her, her arms tightening around his neck. He kept hold of her until her legs were no longer so unsteady, then removed her arms from around him as he stepped back, and she felt his now mostly flaccid member slip out of her.
The two stared at each other for several long moments before Katara reached up to push her hair back, then turned away from him. She couldn’t believe that had just happened. She couldn’t even bring herself to think about it right now. She could contemplate it later when she had time to process all this, but for now, she chose to ignore it, not even looking at Zuko.
She was very aware of his presence though. She could sense him right behind her, watching her. She still refused to acknowledge him though as she instead reached for the bottle of shampoo. She poured some in her hands and then brought them to her hair and began to lather it up. It was a matted tangle of knots, clear evidence of her vigorous activities with the Fire Prince, but she pushed the thought aside as she continued to wash her hair.
Then she felt another pair of hands tangle in her soapy, brown locks. She froze as Zuko’s fingers began running through her curtain of hair and massaging her scalp. She considered pulling away, as the feeling felt strangely intimate, but it was also soothing, and there seemed to be no alternative motive to his touch, so she allowed him to continue washing her hair.
Instead, she chose to distract herself by reaching for the bar of soap. Lathering up her hands, she began to run them and the bar over her body. As she did so, she once again couldn’t help but be reminded of his hands trailing over her body. And as her thoughts unwittingly took this turn, her skin broke out in goose-bumps, despite the hot water, and her nipples hardened.
Neither spoke as they both washed her, for which Katara was grateful for. She wasn’t ready to face all this yet and relished the silence as she focused on the task of cleaning herself. She seemed to be washing the same areas again and again, most notably the intimate places he’d touched. She supposed Zuko noticed, as when the last of the suds had been rinsed from her hair, his hands slowly came around her to cover hers.
“Don’t ignore me, Katara,” he said to her, though his voice wasn’t unkind or demanding, merely taking note of what she was doing.
She sighed. “And what do you want me to say, Zuko?”
He gently extracted the soap from her hand, setting it down on the shelf, and then placed his hands on her shoulders. “You don’t have to say anything, but don’t act like I’m not here.”
She suddenly turned around, her nakedness on full display, though this didn’t even seem to register to her. “Then what should I do? Because we both know that that shouldn’t have happened.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And why not? It was what we both wanted.”
“That’s irrelevant!” she argued back, not even bothering to deny his claim, knowing it would be pointless. “Don’t you see how wrong this is?”
He crossed his arms. “I would consider it more unorthodox than wrong.”
“We’re enemies! We can’t have a relationship. Not even a purely physical one.”
“Nor am I saying that we should. Well,” he rolled his head, indicating the shower, “outside of this anyway. But we’re not out there in the real world right now, so why can’t we enjoy each other’s company until then?”
“Because it’s wrong. It doesn’t matter that we’re attracted to each other. We can’t be doing this.”
He scoffed at that. “I think we’ve already crossed that threshold.”
Her fists clenched in frustration, and even though she knew it was childish and pointless since he was already wet, she used her Waterbending to send a splash of water into his face. “That was a special situation and you know it. That was just part of our deal.”
He reached up and brushed the water out of his face, then fixed her with an inquiring look. “Then what do you call what just happened a few minutes ago?”
She stubbornly raised her chin. “A one-time mistake.”
He rolled his eyes at that. “Agni, you’re stubborn. Why are you Water Tribes so intent on sexually repressing your women?”
Katara’s face turned red with embarrassment and outrage. “It’s not repression! It’s valuing our virtue.”
A disbelieving snort of laughter escaped him. “Is that what you’re calling it?”
She decided to drop the matter, realizing this was just another issue they weren’t going to see eye-to-eye on, and it was too embarrassing to continue talking about. “And this isn’t even a matter of our different cultures. If you were just some random guy, that would be one thing, but we’re on opposing sides in a war.”
“Yes,” Zuko acknowledged dismissively, before indicating the two of them with a head motion, “and I get why this can’t happen under normal circumstances, but until we have to go back to face the real world again, I don’t see why we can’t enjoy each other’s company to the fullest as long as it’s what we both want.”
Her face reddened further and she resisted the urge to avert her eyes. “And what makes you think I want you?”
He scoffed again. “Please, Katara, who are you trying to fool? Aren’t we passed this already? I can tell that you want me just as much as I want you; you’re just stubborn and don’t want to admit it.”
“Because it’s wrong!” she repeated loudly, knowing she was simply falling back to her default argument.
Zuko huffed and took a sudden step towards her. He reached for her, pulling her towards him, his eyes blazing. “You keep saying that, but tell me, Katara, does this feel wrong?”
Her own eyes flashed in warning. “Don’t you da–”
He slammed his lips over hers, kissing her fiercely. Katara made a sound of protest, bringing up her arms to keep him at bay. The thought of using her Waterbending against him didn’t even occur to her, and instead she futilely tried to push him away. His hands simply went from gripping her arms to one on the back of her head, preventing her from breaking the kiss, and the other to her lower back, keeping them pressed together, her breasts flattened against his chest.
Her outrage suddenly gave way to a surprised gasp as she felt his already mostly hard erection harden even more against her. Was he actually…? How was that even possible? He had just cum a few minutes ago. How could he possibly be ready to go again so quickly? Shouldn’t it have taken him longer to recover?
She was additionally surprised to finding her own arousal being quickly renewed. Something about arguing with him had brought it back. Was it possibly the same for him? Had their argument renewed their passion? And having him kiss her like this and having their bodies pressed together was only bringing it back all the more. He still wouldn’t let her pull away, and with the more he kissed her, the more her struggles ceased. How the hell did he do that?
His kiss became less aggressive as she stopped trying to push him away, and his hold on her loosened, but she did not pull away, allowing their bodies to maintain contact. Gods, she loved the feeling of her breasts rubbing against his hard chest. Soon she went from simply accepting his kiss to moving her lips against his as she kissed him back. This went on for several seconds before Zuko finally broke the kiss, leaving her breathless, and gave her a challenging look.
“So, tell me,” he said, sounding equally out of breath, “how did that feel? Did it feel wrong?”

(A/N: I think this is my favorite chapter so far. Not only did we get some more action between the two of them, but I really enjoyed the whole seduction game that took place, is still taking place really, not to mention their banter, that's always fun to write. But onto the important part. It seems that now that their deal has concluded, Katara is just plain giving into her desires. Not that I can blame her. She clearly feels guilty about it, but she does have a bit of a point. Sleeping with the enemy is just inviting problems. But it seems that Zuko wants her to fully acknowledge her desires and get her to open up. She's resisting, but it looks like he's chipping away at her walls. We'll just have to wait and see where things go from here. BTW, if this chapter seems like it ended rather abruptly, that's because it wasn't supposed to. I had more coming, but when I realized how long the chapter would be, I decided to split the chapter up. So stay tuned to see what happens next.)
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