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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: IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ! And we're back with the next chapter. Before we get started though, there are a few things I want to address. It seems that last chapter had some people having mixed feelings about Zuko's seduction, with some feeling that Zuko pressured Katara into sex that it even took a dubious or even non-con turn. While I can see how some people may interpret things that way, that was not the intention, and I feel that there were a lot of points that were missed/overlooked. First is that Zuko wasn't pressuring her, he was seducing her; there's a big difference between the two. He knew that she wanted him, but was reluctant because they're enemies. But while he was setting out to seduce her, he was fulling willing to stop if she actually wanted to, which is why he let her leave the bed when she pulled away from him; that was him accepting her decision. But when he heard her masturbating to him in the shower, he realized that she did want him despite what she said, and so attempted to seduce her. The whole point of seduction is to convince the person to give in to you, be they a man or woman doing the seducing or being seduced. She could have still rejected him though. He wasn't forcing her into anything, just tempting her. She could have even, as he pointed out, stopped him by pushing him away or using her Waterbending or simply leaving or even just telling him to stop and he would have, he made that very clear. And while she did initially say stop, he knew she didn't mean it, and even SHE knew she didn't mean it, which is why she couldn't actually say it and mean it. She was just reluctant to give into her desires because her culture taught her that they were wrong and because they were enemies, not because she didn't want to. She even admitted that if he were just some random guy then that she wouldn't be being so stubborn. He gave her several opportunities to actually turn him down, but she instead responded to his advances, even touching and kissing him back. So he wasn't forcing or pressuring her into anything, he was tempting her and she gave in when she didn't have to because it was what she wanted; she just didn't want to admit that she wanted him and was only saying what she thought she should say. So while Zuko may have pushed things a bit, he still gave her several opportunities to reject him or leave, but she didn't. And you have to remember, this is pre-redemption/reformation Zuko, so he still has the current Fire Nation conquer/dominate mindset. He wanted her, so he attempted to seduce her to convince her to give in, and she did, that was her consenting. Even when she told him to stop, she was still giving mixed signals with the way she was responding to him, so he attempted to get her to give in to what she really wanted, and she did. Also note that she never once said that she didn't want this, just that they shouldn't be doing this. Think of it like eating something you know you shouldn't because you're on a diet. You may think you shouldn't, but if you give in to temptation when it's offered to you, that's on you. Zuko presented her with what she wanted, and even if she was reluctant, she took his offer. In the end, it was her decision to give in when she didn't have to. I tried to make sure that things were understood to be consensual, but it seems there was still misinterpreted, so I hope this clears things up. But if you're still bothered by the way things are going down, well, one of the tags for this story is 'wild dubious consent', so you were informed.)
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Chapter 7: Resistance Is Futile
Katara didn’t respond to his question right away, knowing that any answer she felt she should give would a lie. Instead, she took a few deep breaths to compose herself, feeling as if she already knew where this was going.
In silent answer to his question though, no, it most definitely didn’t feel wrong. Naughty, forbidden, perhaps even taboo, but certainly not wrong. To the contrary, it felt right, ever so right. But of course, she couldn’t tell him that.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she finally said in a hushed voice.
Resting his forehead against hers, he looked directly into her eyes, and she could see the desire he had for her reflecting in his. “So you keep saying, but I can’t help but notice that you’ve never once told me that you don’t want this, only that you shouldn’t want this. But tell me, what do you actually want, Katara?”
She couldn’t say it. That was absolutely not something she could ever admit, especially not to him, and so she lifted her forehead from his, resisting the urge to kiss him again. “It doesn’t matter, we still shouldn’t do this?”
Zuko cocked his head to the side and have her a smirk. “Shouldn’t do what? Shouldn’t do this?”
He suddenly took hold of her hips, bringing her closer so their bodies were in full contact, and she sucked in a breath at the feel of him pressed against her. Bending down slightly, he thrusted his hips against hers, slipping his cock between the apex of her legs. A blush filled her cheeks as she felt the top-side of his length press against her slit, his head poking out behind her just beneath her ass-cheeks. His hands found place on those cheeks, squeezing them and pulling her closer so that she slid along his length until their pubic region met, and he grinded himself against her core.
A breathy sigh escaped Katara as she slid over him. He pulled her hips back while pulling back with his own until she felt the head of his cock graze her slit, then he brought both their hips forward again. Her hands rested on his shoulders as he moved their hips together at a steady pace, and she breathed in time with his movements, staring up at him the entire time.
“Should we not do this, Katara?” he asked as he continued to bring their nether regions together. “Or is this allowed?”
Swallowing, she didn’t respond, not trusting her voice not to crack if she spoke, revealing her desires. But nor could she seem to bring herself to push him away like she knew she should. What had happened to all the anger and outrage she had felt not too long ago? How was it that he seemed to be able to turn it into passion and arousal with just a few kisses and touches? It didn’t seem fair.
Her breathing increased, growing louder and heavier as he continued moving their hips together, and she suddenly realized that he wasn’t just doing it alone. At some point, she had started moving her own hips forward and back in sync with him, and her grip on his shoulders tightened, her nails digging into his flesh. It may not have been actual sex, but it still felt amazing, similar to how she had slid herself along his length while straddling him when they were in bed, but different.
If he wanted to, he could take her at any moment. It would be so easy. A slight repositioning, a change in the angle of his hip movements, and he would be inside her. It was a thought that was as scary as it was exciting. Each time he brought his hips forward, she wondered if this time would be it, if this would be the instance where he would slide inside her instead of against her.
He seemed intent on torturing her though, keeping his strokes steady and even. At first, Katara had thought that his question had been rhetorical, but now she wondered if it was his way of teasing her, and he was now trying to coax an actual answer out of her. She refused to give him the satisfaction though, allowing only light pants to slip past her lips. She began breathing heavily through her nose while alternating between biting her upper and lower lips to put an end to her panting and any whimpers that wanted to escape her, all to no avail.
She needed more though, more friction, more speed. And so, even though she knew she shouldn’t, she let her hands slide down his chest and slip around his waist to cup his rear, much as he was doing to her. Then she too began pulling him into her as she rubbed herself along his cock, squeezing her thighs together around it. His own hands moved as well, one moving between her shoulder blades to keep her close and the other falling onto her rear to continue pushing her against him.
They stood under the hot water, humping against each other as they panted. Katara stared into Zuko’s eyes, almost challengingly, though she wasn’t exactly sure what the challenge was. She wasn’t even sure of her own actions. What was she doing behaving this way? She didn’t know, she hardly recognized herself right now. What exactly was she doing?
“So I guess that means that this is ok?” Zuko asked when she never responded, his voice sounding slightly strained.
Katara refused to take her eyes off his, using all her strength to make sure her own voice remained steady. “No, it’s not.”
She said this, and yet she dug her fingers deeper into his rear as she pulled him against her in time with their movements, pressing her body against his, maintaining contact and rubbing up against him rather than pushing him away like she should. And yet she still continued to rub her body against his, despite her protests, silently giving him a very different indication of what it was she actually wanted. Gods, they were practically having sex already, and she wasn’t resisting at all.
Zuko continued to stare at her for several long moments as they proceeded to rub their bodies together as he thrusted between her legs before leaning in to give her a quick kiss as he asked against her lips, “Then what about this?”
Gripping her hips again, he bent his knees, changing the angle, and what Katara had been anticipating with each of his strokes finally happened. The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, giving her plenty of time to pull away if she so chose to. She didn’t, and instead squeezed his rear encouragingly, letting out a gasping sigh as he obeyed her unspoken command and slid neatly inside. Katara’s toes curled and her grip on his rear clawed into his cheeks as he resumed his strokes, only now with him inside her.
“No,” she said, unable to stop her voice from breaking this time, “that’s definitely not allowed.”
He kept going, still maintaining the same pace. “Then why aren’t you stopping me? You have all the power here, so why haven’t you left? Why haven’t you stopped me?” He leaned in closer and asked her seriously, “Why are you actively participating and encouraging me?”
She didn’t answer. She didn’t even want to think about the answer. All she wanted to do right now was focus on the feel of him inside her. She would deal with the regret later, but right now, this was what she needed.
It seemed that Zuko had had enough of teasing her though, as he didn’t question her any further. He slowly began to speed up his strokes, coaxing more pants and silent gasps out of Katara. But then he suddenly stopped and pulled out of her, and before Katara could fully comprehend what happened, he turned her around and pulled her up against him so her back was pressed against his chest.
One of his hands went to her stomach, pushing her against him, and she felt the length of his erection against her rear. His other hand wrapped around her neck, not applying any pressure, but forcing her head back so she looked up at the ceiling, the water practically spraying in her face.
“I’ve taken you from the front already,” he practically growled in her ear as he nuzzled his face into her hair. “Now I’m going to take you from behind.”
He said it with such possessiveness, as if he were going to make some kind of claim to her. Rather than feeling affronted, she felt a shiver of excitement go through her. Zuko’s hand left her neck, both his arms wrapping around her mid-section and hugging her to him. She felt him slip his erection between her ass-cheeks, and he grunted in her ear as he began grinding against her.
One of his hands explored her body as the other began rubbing her clit. His lips took the place of his hand on her neck, latching onto her pulse point and sucking at the skin there, as if he were determined to mark her as his. Reaching up to cup the back of his head, keeping him close, Katara pushed her bottom back at him, making circular motions with her hips as she ran her rear up and down his length, letting out tiny gasping breaths as she did so, her eyes hooded, her mouth agape.
Zuko hissed in her ear, rubbing up against her faster and harder. He continued this for a short while before reaching between them and once again inserting his cock between her legs again so it poked out her front. He then pulled her upright so she was flush against him. Placing his hands on her lower stomach, he began humping against her backside so his cock slid along her slit.
Katara let out a silent groan as her head fell back onto his shoulder. Zuko nuzzled her hair out of the way with his chin before attacking her collarbone with his lips, sucking on her skin and lapping at the water flowing over it, and she tilted her head to give him better access. She whimpered at the feel of him moving against her as she moved her hips forward and back in time with his movements.
“Squeeze your legs,” he whispered hotly in her ear.
Almost without thinking, she complied, squeezing her thighs together around his length. One of her hands reached back to grab his rear, pushing him against her when he brought his hips forward, and her other hand went back to tangle in his hair as he nibbled at her neck, eliciting a light gasp from her. La, when did her neck become so damn sensitive? At this rate, he was going to make her cum without even entering her.
Eyes closed in bliss, she crossed her legs to squeeze him even tighter between her thighs as she continued to move her hips forward and back, matching his rhythm as his mouth worked wonders on the sensitive part of her neck, causing a sigh to escape her. Those lips eventually moved away from her neck though, and he began nibbling on her earlobe.
“Gods, you drive me crazy, Katara,” he whispered hotly in her ear as he thrusted between her clenched legs. “Just imagine if this were me actually fucking you right now. Just imagine how amazing it would feel. I want to be inside you so bad.”
His words seemed you awaken her back to reality a bit, and she cracked open her eyes to stare up at the ceiling. “We still shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered back.
Strangely though, she wasn’t sure if she was actually being serious with her response or if it was some form of teasing. Before she could contemplate on her words further though, Zuko suddenly took hold of her and pushed her up against the shower wall. He came up behind her, pushing his body against hers so she was flat against the wall, and she once again felt his cock between her ass-cheeks. He rubbed up against her for a few seconds before pulling back, and she felt the tip of his cock found her entrance.
“Wait,” she gasped out, and felt him pause. She almost wished he hadn’t; she was so ready to receive him.
He remained right there, poised at her quivering entrance. Katara panted as he remained pressed up against her, ready to enter her at a moment’s notice. “Let me inside,” he whispered against her neck, his voice full of promise.
Gods, she wanted him to be inside her as well, and yet she said nothing. No words of consent, but no words of protest either. Zuko waited several long moments, but she remained where she was as the head of his cock probed at her entrance from behind. She found herself wishing he would just take her so she wouldn’t have to admit her desire.
His voice was hot and heavy in her ear. “Say yes, Katara. Let us find completion. I know you want to.” When she didn’t respond, he changed tactics. “If you can’t bring yourself to say yes, then tell me no. I told you before, if you really want me to stop, then just say so and I will.”
“But you didn’t,” she replied in mild accusation, even as she rubbed her backside against him.
She felt his teeth lightly nibble on her ear in response. “We both know you didn’t mean that, nor did you make any attempt to leave or stop me, or even once tell me that you didn’t want this. Body language can speak far truer than words, Katara, and you were responding to me the entire time. Your body was practically screaming for me to take you. That’s why you couldn’t bring yourself to say it and mean, or even say the words a second time at all. You claim you want me to stop, yet you act as if that’s the last thing you actually want. You know it’s true.”
She did. Damn it, she did. She hated how right he was. She hated that he could read her so well. It made her feel as if all her desires were lied bare at his feet, and perhaps they were. What more, he was reading her like an open scroll that could hide nothing from him. Even now it was as if he was reading her every desire as if he knew exactly what she wanted. But if that were true, then for La’s sake, what was he waiting for? She wanted him inside her, she needed him inside her, even if she refused to admit it to him.
She felt him prob at her entrance some more as he humped against her, grinding himself against her backside. “I can’t hold myself back much longer, Katara, so if you really, truly want me to stop, then this is your last chance to say so, because I don’t think I’ll be able to if you don’t. Tell me that you don’t want this, and I’ll leave right now.” He licked up the length of her neck before nibbling on her ear again. “Or I can stay and bring you to the heights of ecstasy once more. Which is it? Which do you really want?”
Was it not obvious, even if she couldn’t bring herself to say it? No, it was obvious. He knew exactly what she wanted, he just wanted to hear her say it. But her stubbornness and pride wouldn’t allow her to; she refused to give him the satisfaction. She couldn’t tell him to stop, because she didn’t want him to, but she wouldn’t let herself to give in and voice her want either. What a mess.
Almost as if sensing her thought process, he whispered in her ear once more. “If you can’t bring yourself to say yes, then say nothing. If not, then tell me to leave. And you need to do it now, Katara, because I can’t wait any longer.” He rubbed his body against her back, gliding his sliding length over her entrance. “Tell me to stop, Katara.”
She knew she should, but she didn’t. Instead, her mouth remained firmly shut. She knew what her silence would mean though, and after several long moments where she said nothing, she felt as he began to slowly push his way inside her.
Her toes began to curl at the feel of him slowly beginning to fill her. She sucked her lips into her mouth in a failed attempt to hold back a whimper and inhaled deeply through her nose. Zuko paused briefly, waited a few moments, as if to see if she would protest. But when she said nothing, he pushed further into her at an agonizingly slow pace, then paused again.
He waited once more, half inside her now. She knew he was waiting for her to tell her to stop. She knew she should, yet couldn’t bring herself to. But she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to continue either. And somewhere in the back of her mind was a voice shouting for Zuko to listen to her body language instead of the stubborn words she had spoken earlier; her body was indeed being far more truthful of what she wanted than her mouth was, just as he claimed.
He either picked up on what her body was telling him or he took her lack of opposition as consent as he finally thrusted up into her fully. Katara cried out in response, rising up to the balls of her feet as he filled her. The feel of him bottoming out inside her was like magic. Her back arched slightly, and would have curved more if he weren’t flattening her against the wall with his body. Her hands were pressed against the wall on either side of her head, which she had turned to the side as she began panting heavily.
Zuko stood directly behind her, his body sandwiching her against the wall, his cheek pressed against hers. He stayed like that for what had to have been about a minute before he began steadily thrusting into her. Katara gasped each time he filled her, practically rising up onto her tiptoes each time. They both hissed and moaned as their bodies slid against each other under the hot water, although Katara was barely catching any of its spray.
With her palms pressed against the wall, her nails futilely attempted to dig into the hard metal until one of Zuko’s hands came up to cover the back of hers, interlocking their fingers from behind. His other hand remained on her hip until he eventually lifted her leg up into the air as he continued to move in and out of her, hitting her at a new angle now. Katara had no idea how long they continued on like that, but it was long enough for the shower wall to lose all coolness and leave it feeling warm from her body heat.
Suddenly dropping her leg and releasing her hand, Zuko moved back from her a few steps. She nearly let out a cry of protest at the feel of him leaving her before he reached up and forcefully grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. It didn’t really hurt, but it caused her to release a gasp and take a step back from the wall, which seemed to be the result Zuko wanted. Releasing her hair, he then bent her over slightly, and she reached out, bracing her hands against the wall. He then took hold of her hips and pushed back inside her before he began roughly slamming into her, the sound of wet flesh slapping together echoing through the shower.
Katara grew more vocal under his new and faster assault, going from quiet and breathy pants to louder moans. He was so hot and hard inside her, every movement sending flashes of ecstasy through her to the point where she couldn’t even think straight. How was it that every position, every minor adjustment, opened up a whole new world of pleasure, each one different, but equally as enjoyable?
It almost seemed ridiculous that just the simple act of him inserting a certain part of his body into a certain part of hers could bring them both such pleasure and feel so intimate. And yet here they were, both of them enjoying that exquisite feeling of each other’s bodies, seemingly only able to convey their enjoyment through grunts and moans. It was taken to yet another new level though as Zuko suddenly locked his hands together in front of her over her lower belly, and she squeezed her legs together as he pulled her into him with every thrust.
When her orgasm hit her, her back arched and she threw her head back, howling out her release, her orgasm so strong it was almost painful. As she trembled all over, shaking so hard her teeth chattered, her legs started growing weak, and only Zuko holding her up kept her from collapsing. Slowly, her hands began sliding more and more down the shower wall, causing her to bend over further and further. Zuko allowed her to experience her orgasm, but as soon as she quieted down, he grasped her hips once more and resumed pounding away at her.
She eventually dropped down to her knees on the shower floor, her arms still stretched out with her head resting on the floor and her rear up in the air. Zuko didn’t let up at all. Squatting behind her, he continued to drive into her at a pace that slowly seemed to be growing in speed. He ran a hand up the length of her back, pushing her hair away, and dragged his nails down her backside, making her shiver and break out in goose-bumps, despite the hot water falling over her.
Eventually though, his legs seemed to grow tired from squatting, and he paused in his thrusting and got down on his knees before easing Katara onto her side, still maintaining their connection. He pulled her closer to him, and Katara gasped lifting her head up as she slid across the wet floor. He then picked up her leg and hugged it to his chest, her other leg between both of his, then he began pounding into her again.
Katara hissed and gasped as she was jerked along the wet floor, her breasts bouncing in time with his movements. Her hair hung in a wet curtain, swaying with her body, and she reached up to push it out of her face. She didn’t know what to do with her hands other than claw at the floor, but as she looked up and watched Zuko’s body flex each time he filled her, she reached up with one hand, placing it against his abdomen to feel his muscles strain with his movements.
The hard floor must not have been comfortable on his knees, because a few minutes later, he released her leg and slipped out of her. Whatever he had planned next though, Katara didn’t give him the chance. She needed more, right now. She rose up and turned to face him fully before practically tackling him as she threw herself at him, rolling them over and pushing him to the floor as she straddled him. He looked surprised by her sudden display of aggression, and, truthfully, she was surprised as well, but she just couldn’t help herself anymore.
With the shower spraying over her head, she panted heavily as she stared down at the Fire Prince hungrily through a curtain of wet hair clinging to her face, her fingers stretched out across his chest as she kept him pinned down. She panted heavily as she drank in his form, and he look up at her with nothing but lust and desire in his eyes. An excited thrill raced through her knowing he was completely hers for the taking.
Brushing her hair back, she grabbed his cock, lifted herself up, and immediately impaled herself down on him, crying out as she did so. Zuko let out a loud groan in response as his head fell back and he allowed her to take charge. With hardly a thought as to what she was doing, she began riding him vigorously, even more aggressively than she had in his bed. Her mouth hung open as loud pants and passion-filled moans escaped her, her nails digging into and scratched across his chest.
Zuko hissed underneath her, but let her have her way with him. When he attempted to reach up and touch her, she grabbed hold of his wrists and slammed his arms back down above his head, silently demanding that he keep them there. She proceeded to keep his arms pinned down as she slammed her lips against his and began frantically kissing him, moving her hips up and down on him and dragging her breasts across his chest as she slid over him. They both let out hungry, lustful groans into the other’s mouth as Zuko allowed her to dominate him.
She continued devouring his mouth until she needed to breathe. She broke the kiss and took a deep, much-needed breath as she rose to sit up over him again, letting her hands rest against his chest for balance. As she resumed riding him, he obeyed her unspoken command, keeping his arms stretched out on the floor as he went back and forth between letting his head rest on the floor and lifting it to watch her.
She rode him hard, her wet hair flying about and sticking to her face, shoulders, and breasts. Her pleasured sounds practically drowned out the sound of the spraying water, and Zuko too was letting out loud pants and emitting groans. The sounds he made drove Katara onward, and she kept her hips pressed tightly to his as she furiously moved them forward and back, thrusting, grinding, and gyrating. She found she liked it best when she kept her hips pressed to his, it allowed her to take him in as deep as possible, letting her feel as full as possible, feeling every last inch of him.
It was good, too good. And in taking control like this, Katara relished in the power it gave her. Zuko looked almost helpless beneath her, a slave to the passion she was stirring up between them. The sight of him like this sent an erotic thrill through her, and she found herself unable to look away, taking in and savoring every emotion that crossed his face and every sound that escaped him.
She was also aware of her own pleasured sounds she was emitting, but she couldn’t stop them from escaping her if she wanted to. Her mouth hung open the entire time as she enjoyed this moment to the fullest. Whether it was right or wrong no longer mattered, all that mattered was the passion, and she needed more of it. An orgasm was building up, she could feel it, and she charged towards it, reaching between her legs to rub her clit as she rode him.
As she felt herself getting closer, she closed her eyes and turned her face up into the shower’s spray. She had so much power here, surrounded by her element, her in charge of the sex, Zuko completely at her mercy. She could do anything to him right now, and he’d be all but powerless to stop her. And she knew that he was completely aware of that. What more, he seemed to be basking in it. She didn’t know what to think about that, but then, it was a little hard to think right now at all. Scratch that, she couldn’t think at all. All she could do was feel, and she felt how close she was. So close that she could taste it.
She didn’t know how much time passed as they fucked on the shower floor, but through her pleasure-filled mind, she became conscious of the fact that the spray of the shower was beginning to grow cold. It was almost a welcoming feeling to have the cooler water pour over her heated flesh, as she was beginning to feel light-headed from overheating, and she knew that if she weren’t under the shower that she would be a sweaty mess by now; they both would be. Having lived most of her life in the coldness of the Southern Water Tribe though, the now cold water didn’t really bother her that much. But still, how long had they been in the shower for the water to lose all of its heat?
Apparently, long enough for her to work herself up to yet another climax. She could feel that she was right on the verge of one, and her rapid movements shifted to slow, deep, exaggerated thrusts. Her entire body seemed to have locked up, going stiff with tension. She thrusted against him a few more times, and then the tension released. Her already open mouth opened wider as a loud yet whispered gasp escaped her, followed by an almost pained-sounding cry.
Grasping his shoulders, her hips began moving again, but more as a result of muscle spasms as opposed to actual willing movements on her part. She kept her face turned up into the spray of the shower, but as it continued to come down on her, all the water around her seemed to be pushed away. Like ripples in a pond when a stone was dropped into it, rings of water flowed outward, rising higher before splashing against the walls like waves with each convulsion that ran through her.
As her body stopped spasming, a lengthy exhale escaped her. She kept her eyes closed and mouth open blissfully as she somehow remained sitting upright. But then she vaguely became aware of the feel of Zuko’s hands on her hips. He pulled her forward and she dropped down onto him, resting her head on his chest. He held her like that against him as he allowed her time to recover from the intensity of her orgasm, and all the water that had risen up as a result of her unconscious Waterbending came splashing down on them.
Panting heavily, her body completely limp, Katara lay motionless on top of Zuko as he hugged her to him. But after about a minute or two, she felt him jerk inside her, and he gave a light thrust of his hips and spoke into her ear. “It’s not over yet, Katara.”
Her eyes snapped open as his small thrust reminded her of his hard length still inside her, and she suddenly realized that he hadn’t cum yet. Gods, how had she not noticed? It must have been a result of her mind-numbing orgasm. With his arms locked around her, he held her in place as he began slowly thrusting up in and out of her. She whimpered in response, even as her body began to respond to his once more. And after a few minutes, he had her sucking down large breaths of air.
Suddenly though, his arms released her. Turning slightly onto his side, he gently eased her off him, and Katara’s limp body rolled over next to him, causing him to slip out of her. She was still too drunk on euphoria to even think about what he had in store for her next, and she felt whatever strength she had left seep out of her. She was still conscious of him getting to his feet though, despite having her eyes closed.
It seemed though that he wasn’t quite as used to the cold as she was, for a moment later, he shut off the water, and the shower’s spray ceased. Keeping her eyes closed, she then felt him scoop her up in his arms. Without thinking, her own arms went around his neck as he carried her out of the shower bridal style. She knew exactly where he was taking her too. He had yet to find release, meaning that their destination could only be his bed. She offered no words of protest though, and her suspicions proved to be true as she felt him gently set her down on her back in the middle of his bed.
Cracking open her eyes, she looked up at him as he climbed onto the mattress as well. They were both still soaking wet, but he showed no care or concern that his bed would get wet as he crawled up and over her, gently lowering himself down and blanketing her with his body.
She allowed her eyes to slide shut again as he began placing feather-light kisses all over face, shoulders and chest as his hands leisurely explored her body. She allowed this to go on until she felt some of her strength beginning to return, and she nuzzled into his neck, pressing a kiss to the wet skin of his shoulder.
Zuko likewise continued pressing kisses all cross her upper body until his lips found hers, and he kissed her slowly and sensually. Katara kissed him back, opening her mouth to him to let his tongue enter her wet cavern and engage with hers. Zuko gently caressed and stroked her, slowly coaxing her into responding more and more. She was slow to do so, not out of a reluctance to engage, but because her whole body still felt like a bunch of wet noodles from the orgasm she had experienced in the shower.
Her arms slowly made their way around him, but they seemed to lack strength, and she settled for gently sliding them up and down his back. She could feel Zuko’s hot and hard length pressed against her, but he made no move to enter her. His kisses and gentle caressing were quickly stirring up her desires again though, waking up her body once more, and she barely gave it a thought as she opened her legs to him, cradling him between her thighs.
He accepted her unspoken invitation and shifted on top of her. Reaching down, he lined himself up with her entrance and slid inside her. Katara let out a long breath at the exquisite feeling of being filled as she welcomed him into her body, and a moan escaped her as he began slowly moving within her. She was still sensitive from her earlier orgasm, but her body began to respond to the stimulation all the same.
This was different from the other times. It wasn’t hurried or frantic. Rather, Zuko was taking his time, truly enjoying her to the fullest. It was a far contrast to the frenzied, passionate couplings they had done up until now, even from when he had first taken her last night. The slow and steady pace allowed her to feel every exquisite inch of him, causing small whimpers to escape her.
His body neatly glided over hers, the slickness of their wet bodies making his movements smoother. It was pleasant and relaxing, and her arms tightened around him as she felt more of her strength returning as her body responded to his, and her breathing quickened a bit.
“Katara, look at me,” she heard him say. “I want to see your eyes.”
This wasn’t the first time he had made this request. It seemed he liked it when she acknowledged him in this way, and so she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her blue orbs found his golden gaze, and she sucked in a breath at what she saw reflecting in them, as if he found her to be the most desirable thing in the entire world.
“Yes, there you are,” he said in a soft voice, and then leaned down to kiss her.
The kiss wasn’t hurried or lustful, but gentle and almost loving. And when it ended, he gently caressed her cheek, first with the back of his hand, and then with the front. He traced her lips with his thumb, and she found herself pressing a kiss to the tip, opening her mouth to run her tongue over it without even thinking about what she was doing. He removed his thumb after a short while though and cupped her face with both hands before leaning down to begin leisurely kissing her again, all the while continuing to slowly move within her.
They kissed for a long while, with Zuko cradling her head and she keeping her hands pressed against his upper and lower back to hold him to her as their bodies slid against each other, both matching the other’s pace. When Zuko finally broke the kiss, he kept this face hovering right above hers, their lips practically grazing as they lightly panted. Their eyes remained locked on the other’s the entire time, and Katara could tell why he requested for her to look at him. Maintaining eye contact like this while he was inside her, it felt so much more intimate. Almost too intimate in fact. So intimate it scared her, and she found herself closing her eyes.
“Eyes open, Katara,” he immediate told her, not a demand, but still a request. “I want to see you. Keep your eyes on me.”
Slowly, she obeyed, opening her eyes once more and looking into his fiery, golden gaze. “I don’t know if I can,” she admitted quietly.
He didn’t respond to that, but she didn’t close her eyes again or look away either. He did though, but only for a moment to reach up and grab a pillow, moving to place it beneath her head, and she lifted it to allow him to do so. This put her at a slightly elevated angle as he hovered over her, and she moved her hands down to cup his rear, clenching his buttocks and pulling him into her with every thrust as she felt the muscles in his ass flex. His own hands continued to cradle her head, every so often gently caressing her face and hair. The only times their eyes broke contact was when Zuko leaned in to kiss her, their lips meetings in short but deep periods of contact.
Leaning down, he placed yet another kiss to her lips before their eyes found each other’s again. “Breathe with me,” he told her in a hushed voice.
She blinked, not quite sure what he meant. But then she remembered how breathing was a big part of Firebending, and began to make a conscious effort to match her breathing with his. This seemed to be what he wanted, as he did the same, and soon they were breathing in unison. They continued on like that, moving and breathing together, and Zuko lowered his forehead to rest it against hers as he kept up his slow and steady pace.
“Katara,” he whispered against her lips.
“Zuko,” she whispered back, looking deeply into his eyes.
The sensations stunned her. If she had thought the sex had been intimate before, it was even more intimate now. Moving in perfect sync with each other, breathing together, maintaining eye contact the whole time, feeling each other’s heartbeat, pressed up against each other with their bodies in full contact, it was almost as if they were becoming one person, as if their very souls were touching. The sensation scared Katara even more than before, and she felt as if she were getting involved with something she really shouldn’t, as if in this moment, it was becoming more than just sex, but something truly beautiful and spiritual.
That was something that couldn’t happen, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to stop. That realization terrified her even more, and still she allowed the moment to continue. It was as if an unstoppable force had seized control of her body, and there was nothing that could interfere with this moment to get either one of them to stop. It almost made Katara feel like she was rising up to a new plain of existence that she hadn’t been aware of before, and she found herself desiring for this moment to never end, for the two of them to be locked in this point in time together for all eternity.
But time kept moving forward, just as they continued to move together, their sex feeling utterly perfect, and Katara felt an orgasm slowly start to build. Not strong or intense, but slow and pleasing, rising up from the very core of her being. It felt overwhelming on an emotional scale in a way her past orgasms hadn’t, and some part of her mind, the part that continued to tell her how wrong it was that she was doing this with her enemy, was setting off alarm bells in her head, as if warning her that she shouldn’t experience something like this with him.
She ignored that feeling though, unable to deny the moment, and instead focused on the feel of her growing orgasm. But there was no hurry to get there, no desperate need for completion or feel that she would lose her mind if she didn’t reach her peak. Instead, she allowed it to grow and slowly overtake her. And when it hit, she shivered all over, feeling it in every fiber of her being.
Zuko stopped his hip movements as she trembled beneath him, simply holding her as he buried himself as deep as possible, her inner walls caressing his length as he made slow, small circles with his hips. She felt tears prick her eyes as her bottom lip quivered and a lengthy whimpering noise that almost sounded distressful escaped her. Her nails dug into Zuko’s rear as the intensity of her orgasm hit her, not so much on a physical level, but an emotional one instead. It was an incredible feeling of fulfillment, more beautiful than anything she thought possible, and her arms shot up to wrap around his shoulders as she clung to him almost desperately, needing him as close as physically possible.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized they had made a mistake. This hadn’t been them having sex just now, this had been them making love. Zuko had used that phrase before, but this time they had been making love in every sense of the word, like they were two halves coming together to make a whole. When and how had their sex taken this sudden turn?
Leaning down, Zuko kissed her, long and deep. One of her hands went to the back of his head to keep him there as the waves of her climax continued to wash over her. It seemed to last a long time before the rapturous feeling finally began to settle down, and when their lips came apart for air, they proceeded to breathe the other in, as if they didn’t want to separate.
In that moment, Katara felt like she had just crossed some kind of threshold. Like she had ventured somewhere that she shouldn’t have. This had meant to be about sex, nothing more, but now it felt like she had stepped over some kind of line she wasn’t supposed to in allowing this to take such an intimate turn. She felt so close to him, too close, as close as two people could possibly be, and she couldn’t have that. She had let things become too personal. Giving into her desires when she shouldn’t was bad enough, but allowing things to get this intimate, that was ground she couldn’t risk treading over.
“I don’t think you could look more beautiful than you do in this movement,” Zuko whispered against her lips.
Gods, why did he have to say something like that? As if this hadn’t already entered grounds it shouldn’t. If she were smart, she would put an end to this right now before it became something more. And yet despite her own orgasm, she could still feel that Zuko was somehow still hard and twitching inside her, having not yet achieved his own climax. That meant that there was still more to come, for she couldn’t possibly allow him to remain unfulfilled, not after all the pleasure he had brought her.
“Don’t talk,” she told him quietly. “Just… pleasure me. Pleasure us.”
And he did. By the gods he did. He resumed his thrusting, starting out at the same slow pace as before, but then he gradually began to build speed. The magical, emotional feeling Katara had felt before was slowly replaced by the now more familiar feeling of lust and desire that she was beginning to grow accustomed to since making this deal with the Fire Prince. His pace picked up further, his strokes becoming longer and deeper as he lifted himself up to allow his hands to explore her body, caressing her sides and breasts, fulfilling her body’s needs in a way that was, what she now considered, “safe”. Or “safer” anyway.
She responded in kind to his touch, running her hands over him as well, caressing his back, his sides, his chest, and even reaching up to stroked the rough texture of his scar. Their breathing quickened, their heart rates increasing, and soon they were both panting heavily. The now familiar moans began escaping Katara as Zuko let out his own series of grunts as they thrusted against each other. The water from their skin had long since dried, but now a new dampness began to spread across them as their bodies began to perspire from their physical exertions and the pleasing sensations that they brought to each other.
The thoughts of how intimate their sex had become a few minutes ago disappeared from Katara’s mind as she allowed herself to get swept up in sensation. Zuko’s request for eye contact no longer seemed to be in effect, or perhaps it had simply become impossible with the way they were now moving against each other, striving for that common goal. Zuko was now thrusting into her almost aggressively, causing her to cry out each time, and she spread her legs wide and reached down between them to open herself up further, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper.
Reaching behind her, Zuko grabbed the pillow propping up her head and tossed it aside. Katara was glad he did, as it allowed her to lean her head back against the mattress as her back began to arch off the bed. She released herself and stretched her arms out above her head, placing her hands against the headboard. She used it to help push herself against him as he thrusted into her, and the sound of the bed creaking grew louder, but was lost amongst the sounds the two of them made, the loudest of them coming from her.
Zuko eventually lifted himself up onto his knees and hooked his arms under her arching back, lifting her up so her legs practically dangled on either side of him. Holding her up, he slammed into her with deep, powerful thrusts, and Katara arched her back even more as her head feel back even further, her mouth hanging open and her eyes squeezed shut. Her entire body rocked with his thrusts as she proceeded to push back against him.
There was no telling how long the position lasted for before Zuko suddenly decided to switch it up. Setting her back down on the bed, he suddenly pulled out of her. Katara was caught off guard by the sudden sensation of being empty and looked up at him questioningly. He said nothing though as he coaxed her to turn her over onto her side, and when she did, he moved to lay down behind her. He then pulled her in close so she was in front of him and they were both laying on their sides, almost as if they were spooning, then reached down and lifted her leg into the air, adjusting his hips so his cock rested against her wet opening.
“Put me inside you,” he told her. “I want you to do it.”
Even though it wasn’t an order, it didn’t even occur to her to disobey; she was too aroused, too lost in passion. Reaching down, she took hold of his cock and lined him up with her entrance. She inserted the head, pushing it inside her, and with a thrust of his hips, he pushed in the rest of the way. Katara’s head fell back as she remained propped up, and Zuko resumed his thrusting, introducing her to the wonders of yet another sexual position.
He continued to hold her leg in the air as his other hand snaked around to take hold of her breast. Katara gasped and moaned as he held her open and furiously thrusted into her. She reached back and placed her hand on his outer thigh, feeling his muscles flex beneath his flesh as his hips moved, her other hand covering the one he was cupping her breast with. She could hear Zuko panting in her ear, and she looked back at him over her shoulder. When he noticed her watching him, their lips instantly connected, both craning their necks to be able to kiss from the angle.
She didn’t know how much time passed as they continued on like that, but it wasn’t long before Katara knew that she would be needing another shower with how sweaty they had once again become. She was close though. She could feel the knot in her stomach getting ready to release. And as if he were an expert at reading her body’s reactions, Zuko’s movements began speeding up and becoming more aggressive, and he began attacking her neck, almost as if he were determined to put back the markings she had healed before he had joined her in the shower.
The hand that had been covering his though had long since moved to wrap her arm around his neck and shoulder, and she pulled his head further into the crook of her neck as he kissed, licked, and nipped at her skin. Her other hand had taken to holding her leg up for him while his hand that hers had taken the place of now gripped her hip to assist her in their thrusting.
She suddenly realized that he was close to finishing as well, and the knot in her stomach tightened in anticipation. Somehow in her passion-filled mind, she began wondering if Zuko was somehow able to time his climax with hers. He was obviously a skilled enough lover to make sure that his partner achieved orgasm before he did, more than once too, but she wondered if he was able to hold back his own release long enough to make sure they climaxed at or around the same time. Or maybe when he was that close to orgasm, he simply couldn’t hold it back any longer once he felt her start cumming around him.
Whatever the case, whatever his skill, she supposed it didn’t matter. He was close now, and he confirmed her suspicious by gasping out, “Agni, Katara, I’m about to cum.”
So she was right in the way she had read his body. Well, good, she wanted him to cum. She wanted to feel him explode inside her, to feel his very essence so deep within her. She practically craved it. Craved it just as much as she did her own climax that she was on the verge of. And a few moments later, all thought left her as her mind focused solely on the feel of her orgasm hitting her, the feeling utterly soul-taking, so intense it was almost painful.
The scream that eventually tore its way out of her briefly got caught in her throat, as if it were too big to fit out through her mouth before it finally forced its way out, and she howled out her pleasure, the hand that had been holding up her leg releasing her limb to clench into a tight fist that she slammed down in the bed before grabbing a handful of the sheets and squeezing it. She heard Zuko groan loudly in her ear and felt him release her breast and aggressively grab her chin, turning her head back to devour her lips, and she continued to scream into his mouth.
Her other hand went from cupping the back of his head to grabbing a handful of his hair as they kissed. It seemed her suspicion of him no longer being able to hold himself back while he was so close once he felt her orgasm proved to be true as Zuko’s thrusts lost their rhythm, and he instead began slamming into her extra hard, lingering inside her before pulling back to do it again. And a few moments later, she suddenly felt his seed blasting against her insides as they moaned out their pleasure into each other’s mouths.
Gods, doing something she shouldn’t had never felt so good.

(A/N: Well now, this was a bit of a surprise. After a bit more seduction where Katara was forced to confront her desires, their intimacy took an unexpected turn into the realm of love making. And for those of you that enjoyed that scene, you should know that that part initially wasn't going to be included. I mentioned last chapter that if things seemed like they ended abruptly that it was because the shower scene was going to be longer but seeing how long it ended up being made me split the chapter in two. But that meant needing to make this chapter longer, otherwise it was only going to be about half the length of the other chapters. So I extended things beyond the shower, which was where this sex scene was meant to end. And the plot bunnies just took over from there, giving us that rather intimate session between the two of them. Sex is one thing, but love making is a whole other can of worms, which is why Katara put the brakes on that before things got even more complicated. So, where are things going to go from here? Their deal is concluded, with a little extra thrown in, and now it's time for Zuko to fulfill his side of the bargain. Stay tuned to see how that goes.)
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