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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: Alright, we are back with the next installment, but before we get started, I want to make something clear. Seeing as I may not have properly portrayed Zuko as I intended based on some people's reactions to the sixth chapter, I wanted to make something clear with Katara as well. So just in case it comes across as different from what I intended, this story isn't supposed to be making Katara out to be some kind of sex addict or anything of the sort. She's young, inexperienced, sexually repressed, and confused about her desires and what she's supposed to do with them. I don't want to make it seem like her giving into Zuko as her being weak or anything, like she can't control her libido and would just succumb to anyone who attempts to seduce her. That's not what I'm going for at all, and I want to make that clear in case I didn't portray that properly. She's lusting hard after Zuko, despite her refusal to admit it, and she really does want him, and that's why Zuko's seduction is so successful, because she's being tempting with what she really wants, badly. That's why she's responding to him so well. She wouldn't be giving in like this with just anyone, so don't go thinking this story is making her out to be some kind of slut or anything. So now that I've clarified that, let's take a look at how things are going to go now that Katara has once again given in to his seduction and where they go from there.)
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Chapter 8: Not Part Of The Deal
Katara was alone. She sat on Zuko’s bed, the very bed she had lost her virginity on, and got lost in her thoughts. There were so many things she had to process now that she had some time to herself.
She still couldn’t believe she had behaved with the way she had, especially in the shower. Not only had she given in to his seduction several times, but she had actually taken control and rode him to orgasm. Even now felt herself blush at the memory. Bad enough that she had given in to him in the shower, but then she had allowed things to continue once more in his bed afterwards.
After they had finished in Zuko’s bed, they’d simply laid together for several minutes after that, neither one of them speaking. When they had finally found the strength to move again, they had both gotten back in the shower for another quick wash under the cold shower water, with Zuko using his Firebending to emit enough heat to keep her warm under the cold spray.
As they had showered, she had once again felt her attraction to him stir, but they had both kept their hands to themselves as they quickly cleaned up before drying off and returning the Fire Prince’s room. The silence had continued even as Zuko had slipped out of bed and gotten dressed in fresh clothes while she had simply put on the same silk robe that she had worn the previous night; a night that she was still having trouble believing had actually happened, despite it being evident that it very clearly had.
When Zuko finally did speak to her, it was only to tell her that he would bring her breakfast. She hadn’t said anything in response, and had simply waited for him to return, which he did about 15 minutes later. And as he set the tray down, she had asked him the only question that had seemed to be worth asking.
“What about Aang and my brother? You’re still going to let them go, right?”
He had been silent for a moment before sighing. “I keep my promises, Katara. You will all be freed. I just have to make sure that none of my soldiers or uncle realize that I’m the one who freed you. That may take a little time.”
She had eyed him suspiciously at that. “What does that mean? Exactly how long until you free us? Days? Weeks? Before we get to the Fire Nation? Once we’re already there so we can be easily caught again by your nation’s army? After we’re locked in your father’s dungeon?”
His eyes had hardened at that; he was clearly offended by her doubt. “If all goes well, you’ll be free today. I actually plan on going to make the arrangements right now. Enjoy your breakfast.”
He’d stormed out of the room after that, leaving Katara feeling a little guilty for questioning his word. She supposed it wasn’t so much that she doubted him as it was her projecting her own frustrations onto him. Frustrations of her own making for having given into his seduction. It was easier to just think that he was simply deceiving her so he could keep her in his bed rather than keeping his end of the deal, allowing her to place the blame on him for being manipulative rather than admitting that she was at fault for succumbing to her own lust and giving in to him.
She sighed as she looked at the breakfast that he had brought her, realizing how hungry she was. She blushed as she supposed it made sense that she would be so hungry in light of the… workout she had been getting. But it did make her wonder what Zuko’s uncle and soldiers would think he was doing to her in here. He had said that he had told them that he was interrogating her, but that could involve many things.
Perhaps she should cut him some slack. They may be enemies, but he had been very civil and considerate of her. Even the time he had caught her and tied her to a tree, he hadn’t mistreated her; the worst thing he had done being bribe her with her mother’s necklace. And as his prisoner, he could have done a lot worse. He could have treated her horribly, even tortured Aang’s location out of her if he felt so inclined, and she knew that there were Fire Nation soldiers who would be cruel enough to do such a thing, like Admiral Zhao, or the man who had killed her mother. So at least Zuko wasn’t like them.
Another sigh escaped her. She should apologize for implying that he was going back on his word, especially since she hadn’t really believed that he would. She had just been angry with herself and had taken it out on him, finding him to be a convenient outlet for her anger. But he wasn’t to blame. True, he had seduced her, but she was the one who had given in to his seduction, she could have said no.
Or, more specifically, said no and actually meant it. Or simply used her Waterbending to force him to stop if he didn’t, but as he himself had appointed out, she hadn’t, nor had she actually said that she didn’t want him. And as for her weak protests, even she could admit how false they had sounded. A three-year-old wouldn’t have believed that she had really wanted him to stop with the way she had said it. And her reaction and response to his touch had showed that it wasn’t anything close to unwanted.
Spirits, this was confusing. How could the mind and body both want two different things? She knew it was wrong, she knew she shouldn’t give in, but her body had wanted his. Why though? She didn’t have any romantic feelings for him, she knew that much, even if she had treaded on dangerous ground by letting him make love to her. In fact, she still pretty much despised him and thought of him as the enemy. But still, things were… complicated.
Ok, so maybe she didn’t actually hate him, not exactly, not like she hated his father or Zhao or her mother’s murderer. It was more along the lines of… disdain, or disapproval perhaps; definitely a great deal of dislike. He wasn’t evil, she could at least acknowledge that, but he wasn’t exactly good either. As she had surmised, he was very misguided, lost even. He was convinced that this war was ultimately what was best for the world, and he was also convinced that delivering Aang would somehow win him his father’s love and restore his honor. How twisted of an upbringing must he have had in order to believe that?
In a way, she actually felt bad for him. Not that that excused the things he had done, but she still felt sorry for him, pitied him even. Especially when she could see traces of the person he could be beneath his tough, angry exterior. It was a shame, and if things were different, maybe they could even be friends.
She turned her mind away from the what-ifs and focused on the here and now as she dug into the breakfast that he had brought her. She began to wonder how exactly Zuko planned to smuggle them all out of here. Hopefully, nothing would go wrong, because if it did, not only would they all probably be taken to the Fire Nation, but the deal she had made with Zuko would probably be brought to light. How else would he be able to explain why he was trying to secretly free Aang after having desperately been chasing him for years?
But that would be Zuko’s burden to bear. The real question was how she would be able to look her brother and Aang in the eye if they ever found out that she had slept with the enemy? If the embarrassment didn’t kill her, then the guilt and shame probably might. Would they ever be able to look at her again? Would they think of her as a traitor? A whore? Bad enough that she had slept with Zuko in accordance to their deal, if they ever found out that she had sex with him outside of their agreement… she couldn’t live with that.
No, this was something that she would take to her grave. She was certain that Zuko would too; he couldn’t exactly let it get out that he had freed Aang, or even that he intended to free him if the plan didn’t work, just to have her in his bed. Although she did wonder if his soldiers would gossip about her “interrogation”, and what it involved.
Rumors were likely inevitable, but as Zuko himself had said, he would never do something dishonorable like force himself on a woman. And with as big as he was on honor, she doubted his soldiers or uncle would question that. As for her brother and Aang, if they ever asked if Zuko did anything to her, she was sure they would believe her and let the matter drop if she simply told them that he didn’t.
Having finished her breakfast, she flopped back down on the bed to further contemplated her situation. Trying not to think about what had gone on in this bed, she used her Waterbending to dry it after their fresh from the shower activities by pulling the water from the blankets and mattress as she wondered when Zuko would return with news of what the plan was for their escape. She trusted that he knew what he was doing. He would be very careful to make sure not to leave anything to chance and to cover all loose ends; he couldn’t risk anything less.
As for her, Sokka, and Aang, they would have to be more careful about not getting caught again in the future. Perhaps having avoided capture for years had made them a little careless, or maybe Zuko had just gotten lucky. Either way, they couldn’t let themselves get caught again, because she knew that Zuko wouldn’t make a deal like this a second time. They also had to speed up Aang’s training. While he was a professional Airbender and a reasonably skillful Waterbender, they needed to find him an Earthbending and Firebending teacher as soon as possible so they could put an end to this war; they had dillydallied for far too long.
Finally, after about an hour after Zuko had left, Katara heard the door unlock. She sat up quickly, ready to react if anyone other than Zuko walked in, but relaxed when she saw that it was indeed the Fire Prince. He closed the door and locked it behind him before making his way over to her, and she raised her eyebrows at him questioningly.
“It’s done,” he told her. “Everything is set up to get you and your friends out of here. If all goes well, you’ll be off the ship by tonight.”
Glad to hear that, she stood up. “And no one knows anything?”
He scoffed. “About our deal? Of course not. I’m not stupid, Katara. I know that neither of us wants that to get out.”
She nodded; he was certainly right about that. But then she hesitated as another question plagued her, and she couldn’t resist asking, “And what about your soldiers? Or your uncle?”
He raised an eyebrow. “What about them?”
She shifted in place uncomfortably. “Well, you said before that they think that you’re in here… interrogating me.” She blushed. “But what does that mean exactly? They won’t think that…?”
His eyes widened with sudden understanding. “What? Gods, no! They know I would never resort to forcing myself on a woman, not even during an interrogation.” He shook his head. “No, you don’t need to worry about anything like that. They may make jokes about the possibility of me seducing you, but none of them will actually believe it.” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “My uncle did ask if I was treating you right though, and I assured him that I was. As far as he and anyone else knows, I’ve just been constantly questioning you, waiting for you to finally crack, but you’ve been very stubborn and haven’t told me anything useful.”
She relaxed at that, letting out a sigh. She appreciated that he had been considerate enough to not only protect her reputation, but also make her out to be strong and loyal to her side of the war.
“Oh… thanks for that,” she muttered quietly. When he nodded, she hesitantly deciding to give him that apology. “Also, sorry for doubting you, or implying that you were stalling or might go back on our deal. I don’t doubt you, I was just… frustrated.”
She looked at him almost shyly, and saw his features soften. In fact, he now seemed to be amused. “Really? You felt ‘frustrated’? After doing what we did, you should have felt quite the opposite.”
Katara turned beet red. “That’s… That’s why I was frustrated. And I don’t mean that kind of frustrated. I meant that…” She shook her head, taking a moment to compose herself. “We shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that. Outside of our deal I mean.”
Smirking now, Zuko crossed his arms. “You keep saying that, but your body’s reactions say something very different.”
Her blush deepened. “My body maybe, but my head doesn’t. And I should have listened to my head.”
“And yet you keep listening to your body instead.” He took a step towards her and reached out, fingering a lock of her hair. “There’s nothing wrong with listening to your body, Katara; it’s telling you what you need. It’s not like you’re in a relationship with someone or are promised to them.” He then gave her a questioning look. “You’re not, are you?”
She brushed her hair back, pulling her lock from his hold. “No, I wouldn’t have done this if I were.”
“Then there’s nothing wrong with giving in to your desires. I don’t mean to put down your culture, but you should indulge yourself every so often. Sexual repression isn’t good for you, Katara. Having a good sex life is actually quite healthy. People should have a healthy sex life.”
“That depends on who it’s with,” she argued back. “And me having a physical relationship with you is not something that should happen.”
“And yet we keep falling into bed together, even after our business is concluded.”
A light growl escaped her. That was the problem right there, and the whole reason why she was frustrated. “Well, regardless of that, it won’t be happening again.”
She walked past him then, marching over to the window. Crossing her arms, she looked out at the ocean as they sailed along, watching as the waves flowed over the surface. A few moments of silence passed before she heard Zuko come walking up behind her.
“That’s a shame,” he said, sounding almost nonchalant, “because I don’t have anything else to do today.” He reached out and stroked her hair. “And seeing as you can’t leave until tonight, I was hoping that we could spend the day together.”
Katara’s heart began racing as she turned to face him. She knew exactly what he meant by ‘spend the day together’. And, truthfully, she wasn’t sure why his suggestion surprised her, or sounded so tempting. “That’s rather forward of you. What makes you think I would ever do that with you again?”
“You mean make love?” he asked, speaking plainly. “Perhaps what happened between us in the bathroom and then again in my bed afterwards gave me the idea.”
Blushing, she took a step backwards and shook her head. “No, Zuko, we can’t. I told you that it won’t be happening again. What happened between us this morning wasn’t part of the deal. Neither is this.”
She motioned between her and him. He simply nodded. “You’re right, it wasn’t. But it was what we both wanted.”
“I don’t want you.”
“No, you just don’t want to want me, and you know it. There’s a big difference between the two, Katara. If you really didn’t want me, you wouldn’t have let me have you in the shower, twice, or let me to take you to my bed again afterwards. If you didn’t want me, you would have just walked away. You wouldn’t have responded to me the way you did. If you didn’t want me, you would have been repulsed by my touch, or at the very least, merely been reluctantly tolerant of it, but we both know how much you enjoyed it.”
Damn him. He was right on all accounts, as much as she hated to admit it. And she was most certainly not going to admit it, not to him. “T-That was just a natural bodily reaction,” she tried. “Like laughing when you’re tickled, or bleeding when you get cut.”
He chuckled at that. “Katara, there’s a fine line between a mere bodily reaction and the way you responded. I don’t mean to brag, but I know how to tell the difference. Just admit that you want this; I already know you do, so there’s no point in hiding it.”
She placed her hands on her hips. “Or maybe you just have too big of an ego.”
Sighing, he shook his head. “Gods, you’re so damn stubborn. I don’t know why you can’t just admit that you want me. I have no problem admitting that I want you. It’s not like it will really change anything.”
“Fine, I want you!” she practically shouted, throwing her hands in the air. “Are you happy now? I find you very attractive, and I enjoyed your touch much more than I thought I would or should! Is that what you want to hear!?”
She glared at him furiously, her shoulders heaving, and her temper only grew at his knowing smile. “I wanted to hear you admit the truth. I’m glad you’re finally being honest about it.”
Red in the face, she stubbornly crossed her arms. “Well, it doesn’t matter, because as you pointed out, I don’t want to want you. So we won’t be ‘spending the day together’, as you so elegantly put it. Nor will we be having a repeat of what happened ever again.”
He raised an eyebrow at her and stepped closer. “Is that so? Then tell me something. How come you’re still wearing that robe?”
Frowning, Katara looked down at the red silk robe she wore. After having finished cleaning up in the shower, she had quickly dried off with her Waterbending with a quick flick of her hand. But instead of getting dressed in her Water Tribe clothes that were neatly folded in a pile, she had instead gone back into his room, snatched the discarded robe off the floor, and put it on.
“What about it?” she demanded. “Did you expect me to sit around naked the whole time?”
He chuckled again as he reached out and began fingering the seam of the robe. “As appealing as that would be, it wasn’t the point I was trying to make.”
She swatted his hand away. “Then what was the point?”
He gave her a serious look. “As you said yourself, our business was concluded; you fulfilled your side of the bargain. So why didn’t you just get dressed in your normal clothes? You didn’t know that you wouldn’t be leaving until tonight, so why put on a flimsy robe that could so easily be removed? And while I see that you dried your hair, you didn’t bother to braid it. Shouldn’t you have gotten ready to go?”
Katara opened her mouth to respond, but then closed it again. Why had she put on the robe instead of her own clothes? It would have been the logical thing to do. But instead, she had slipped this back on, waited around for him to bring her breakfast, then waited for nearly an hour while he was off making arrangements for her and the other’s escape. True, she had been distracted by her thoughts, but what exactly had she been doing?
Zuko seemed to pick up on her inner thoughts, his expression becoming flirtatious and seductive. “You want to know what I think, Katara? I think that deep down you were hoping that I would take you again. You subconsciously put the robe on instead of your clothes because it’s so easy to remove, and you actually wanted me to seduce you out of it.”
“That’s not the reason!” she automatically objected.
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, no? Then why did you?”
“I… That…” she stammered, struggling to come up with a reasonable answer, one that didn’t confirm what he suggested. “It’s… It’s just really comfortable, that’s all.”
She cursed herself for coming up with such a lame excuse, but she refused to accept his reasoning. She could also see that he wasn’t buying it, and even looked amused by it. Not wanting to look at his smug expression, she turned her back to him and looked out the window again, deciding to just ignore him. Even if he was right, she was in charge of her actions, not her subconscious.
She tensed up as she felt Zuko approach and come to a stop behind her. A few moments later, she felt him place his hands on her shoulders, his warm breath tickling her ear as he spoke into it in a low voice. “If you want to get even more comfortable, you can just lose the robe.”
In an instant, she felt her anger evaporate as the promise in his voice made her shiver with sudden arousal and anticipation. “That wouldn’t make me comfortable,” she said in a hushed voice.
He chuckled in her ear. “But something tells me you’ll enjoy it more.”
He began massaging her shoulders, and Katara let out a groan; she could really use a massage. She allowed him to knead her neck and shoulders with his fingers, but only because the action wasn’t actually sexual. But if that were true, then why did it feel so good, and why was she growing wet under his touch?
She suddenly felt his teeth on her earlobe as he began nibbling on it. It caused her mouth to fall open and her eyes to droop. His nibbling soon shifted to him tracing the shell of her ear with his tongue, and then him pressing kisses to the side of her face, moving down to her neck. All the while, he continued to massage her shoulders; apparently, he was skillful in giving massages as well.
But as he rubbed her shoulders, one of his hands slowly inched closer and closer to her chest until, eventually, he slipped it into her robe and cupped her breast, and began massaging that as well. And as he kneaded her breast, he traced a finger around her nipple, causing it to grow hard and her skin to break out in goose-bumps.
As Katara’s breathing started to grow heavy, she wondered why she was letting him do this to her? Again. Why didn’t she step away from him? Why was she letting him touch her like this? Hadn’t she just made it clear that she wasn’t going to end up in his bed again? So why was she just standing here letting him seduce her again, slowly growing wetter and more aroused under his touch, with the only thing she seemed capable of doing being to twist the material of her robe in her grip?
His hand eventually slid out of her robe and returned to her shoulder. But then he grabbed the material and began to slide it off her shoulders, exposing them and causing the crease in her robe to part down to where it was tied. She then felt him begin pressing kisses to her exposed shoulders and collarbone, and found herself slightly tilting her head to give him better access.
“Zuko, don’t,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper as his lips trailed over her neck. She was quite literally trembling with desire, her shaking causing her voice to crack slightly.
“Why not?” he asked softly. “And don’t just say that it’s because it’s wrong. Give me a real reason.”
His hands slowly slipped beneath her arms and came around to gently open her robe more before he covered her breasts with them. Katara groaned as he began massaging them, feeling lightheaded and finding it difficult to think straight. She could tell him that she didn’t want this, but they would both know that that would be a lie. And as his lips and hands continued to tease her, she was finding it harder and harder to resist. She truly felt as if she were actually melting under his touch.
“We’re enemies,” was the only thing she could bring herself to say, even as she began to shift around in his arms under his ministrations.
“I’m aware,” he replied. “But we both know that that’s just an excuse, one that neither of us is buying. Us being enemies is merely circumstantial. We don’t have to enemies, not right now. After you and your companions leave, we can go back to being enemies, but until then, we can just be two people taking pleasure in each other.” His tongue traced a path over her pulse point before he placed an open mouth kiss over it. “But doesn’t the idea of us doing this while being enemies just make it all the more exciting?”
Oh gods, for some reason it most definitely did, and she bit her bottom lip to hold in the gasp that wanted to escape her. “No… we can’t… I can’t…”
“Can’t, or won’t?”
“Can’t…”
He chuckled against her neck. “I think you already have. What’s one more time?”
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked outside at the position of the sun, noting that it was still early morning and that there were several hours to go before tonight. Firebenders rose with the sun, and he had woken her up just as it was coming up. Night time was still far off; it would be a long time before she, Sokka, and Aang could leave.
“We both know it won’t be just once more.”
It took her a moment to realize that she had actually said the thought out loud, and she was horrified to what she had basically just admitted to Zuko.
“Damn right,” he said in a serious voice. “But if you’re being stubborn because you think you’ll regret it later, then consider this. What if you later regret not having given in and fully experiencing this time we have together? At least with one of those regrets you’ll have enjoyed more. Have you thought about that, Katara?”
No, she hadn’t, and damn it if he didn’t make a good point. She’d tasted the forbidden fruit, and she’d greatly enjoyed it. What if she truly did come to regret not having enjoyed this time to the fullest while she had the opportunity? But at the same time, what if she also regretted having eaten that fruit? She almost felt damned if she did and damned if she didn’t. Why did this have to be so complicated?
His hands left her breasts and went back up to her shoulders, and he began sliding the robe the rest of the way down. The material went down her back and arms, bunching up around her waist where the robe was tied. Her arms still remained partly inside the sleeves, and he gently took one arm and slowly worked the material the rest of the way down and off, then did the same with her other arm, leaving her topless.
He then reached around and took hold of her breasts again. Katara’s eyes drifted shut as he began lightly squeezing and massaging them. He moved closer to her, and Katara could feel his hardened length against her backside through his pants as he grinded against her backside, letting her feel his arousal. His hands continued to massage her breasts for a time before he gently tweaked her nipples between his thumb and index fingers, and then began tugging on them gently, not enough to hurt, but enough for the sharpness to send a thrill through her that made her toes curl.
Stop him, a little voice in her mind practically screamed. Don’t let him seduce you again.
She knew she should listen to that voice, but she was drowning in desire, and the little voice was fading more and more into the back of her lust-filled mind. But just as she opened her mouth to try and protest, Zuko ceased tugging on her nipples. Instead, one of his hands came up and grasped her chin, turning her head back, and he kissed her, effectively silencing any words she may or may not have said.
She wasn’t sure why she was still resisting after having already given in. And yet she couldn’t help thinking of what her family or friends might think if they saw her now. The teachings of her culture also ran deep, making her feel ashamed of her desires. Coupled with the morality of sleeping with her enemy, she once again found herself torn between what her body craved and what her head told her she should do.
He continued to kiss her, but this time Katara refused to open up to him, merely allowing him to kiss her sealed lips. And when he failed to coax her mouth open, he pulled back a bit, but kept a firm grip on her chin. “Open your mouth, Katara. Let me kiss you properly.”
At first she refused, but as he maintained his hold on her chin, his lips hovering just inches from hers, the tightening of her lips slowly loosened, and eventually, they parted with a breathy sigh. Zuko accepted the invitation and sealed their lips together once more, and this time she completely opened to him. A light whimper escaped her as his tongue touched hers, and she found herself curling her own tongue against his as they kissed.
As his tongue continued to invade her mouth and she responded in kind, his other hand slid down her body. He reached where the robe was bunched up around her waist and his hand slipped into it. Katara tensed up as she felt his fingers trail through her damp curls and down to her center where she was hot and wet for him. She gasped against his mouth when he cupped her, rubbing along her slit, teasing her, and she waited in anticipation.
When he slid his finger inside her, she pulled her mouth away from his with a soft cry and faced forward again. His hand on her chin instead went around her throat, but not to strangle her. Instead, he tilted her head to the side and began kissing along her collarbone as his finger moved in and out of her. And when he added a second finger, she let out a mewl as her hips began moving in time with his hand.
The two stood there together, Zuko grinding his groin into her backside as he fingered her. Katara’s own hand had gone from twisting the material of her robe in her grip to reaching back and taking hold of his hips as he rolled them into her, his arousal evident even through his pants. She was already beginning to perspire, and the robe now felt rough and itchy against her sensitive skin, despite its silky material. And why was she beginning to sweat already?
“Zuko,” she panted, her eyes closed in bliss. “Please… Please…”
She didn’t know what she was pleading with him for. To stop? To keep going? To give her more? She no longer knew. Her mind was a jumbled mess right now, and all she seemed to truly be capable of was feeling.
“Please what, Katara?” he asked seductively. “What do you want?”
She didn’t answer, but he continued to stimulate her for the next couple of minutes, then removed his fingers from her. His hand traveled up her body to her mouth, where he presented his wet fingers to her. They hovered right in front of her lips, and without even thinking about it, she opened her mouth, allowing him to slip his fingers inside, and she began sucking her own juices off them. And when he pulled them free, he turned her head and kissed her once more.
As they kissed, Zuko reached down once more with both hands. He grabbed at the tie of her robe and slowly pulled it free of the knot. Without its support, the material fell away to pool around her feet, and Katara was naked once more. He then began turning her around so she was facing him, and her own hands came up to rest against his chest as they kissed.
But while her hands remained docile, his went to work. Reaching up, he unstrapped his armor and pushed it off, letting it drop to the floor. He then went for his shirt, slowly pulling it up his body, and somewhere in the back of her awareness, Katara realized that she was helping to push it up, her hands itching to feel his warm skin underneath. And once it reached his chin, he broke their kiss to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside.
Katara inhaled as her eyes lowered and she now found her hands on his bare chest, his muscles somehow looking even more appealing than she remembered. After several long seconds though, she began lightly trailing her fingers over his chest, feeling his muscles. She wasn’t even fully aware that she was doing it as she appreciatively admired the results of all his training. Her eyes then found his again, and as if they were drawn to each other, their lips met again as she began running her hands over his chest.
Zuko’s own hands were at work too as they caressed her back, side, and rear. But as their hands slowly admired each other’s bodies, Zuko’s eventually came up and gently took her wrists, stopping her exploration. He then slowly brought her hands lower until they reached the ties of his pants.
Breaking the kiss, Katara glanced down at where her hands now were, then looked at him in surprise as she realized what he wanted her to do. He gave her a smoldering look, his eyes shining with lust, and he waited, leaving it up to her.
Katara stood there, buck naked, in front of a half-nude Zuko with her hands in his, her fingers grazing the ties of his pants. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, her heart pounding in her chest, but eventually, her fingers reached out to take hold of his ties.
Slowly, she began pulling at the strings, loosening his pants as the ties came undone. And as she did so, he released her wrists and reached up to undo the topknot on his head, letting his hair fall free once more. His hands came down as she finished loosening the ties of his pants, and they drooped around his waist.
He took over from there, kicking off his shoes and then hooking his thumbs into his pants and pushing them down. He bent over to pull one foot free of a pant-leg, removing his sock with it, and then doing the same to the other. Then he stood up before her in all his naked glory, kicking his clothes away.
Katara inhaled as Zuko stood naked before her, less than a foot away. She immediately wondered what the hell she had been doing in assisting him to undress. She was not going to do this, she was not. But then why was she letting him do this to her? Why wasn’t she stopping this? Why was she responding to him? Why was she participating? Why were they both once more standing in front of each other completely naked? She needed to get a grip, otherwise she really was going to fall back into bed with him, and she couldn’t allow that to happen, not again.
But the way he was looking at her was enough to make her tremble with desire. She tried lowering her eyes so as not to see his expression, but that proved to be a mistake as her gaze ended up landing on his fully erect member. It stood out, tall and proud, leaking clear fluid at the tip, and it seemed to be pointing directly at her center, pointing to where it belonged. The thought made her blush as she remembered what it felt like to have him inside her, of the pleasure he had brought her.
“See something you like?” Zuko asked, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
She pulled her eyes away from his member and looked back up at him. She saw that he was indeed smiling, and it was a knowing smile, as if he could tell what she was thinking. This caused her to blush further, and then she tensed as she felt his hand on her lower back. She gasped as he pulled her to him, her hands once more finding place on his chest, and she felt him press up against her, his length scorching her stomach.
“Zuko,” she gasped out.
Instead of responding, he dipped her back and kissed her. Katara’s arms reflexively came up to hold onto him to prevent her from falling back. She responded to him all the same, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. His one hand remained on her lower back as his other one began exploring her body before he took hold of her leg and lifted it up to partially wrap around his hip. She hooked her leg around him, keeping it there as his hand released her to explore her naked form once more.
Katara was getting lost again as they kissed. Zuko’s lips soon moved away from hers and he began kissing along her neck and chest, dipping her back further. She panted heavily, her mouth hanging open and her eyes closed as she clung to him. She let out a moan as he took a nipple into his mouth, and she pressed herself more firmly against him as her leg curled around him more tightly. She took his head in her hands, pulling him into her chest without even realizing what she was doing.
Releasing her nipple, he kissed back up to her face again, pulling her to stand upright again. His hands went to her hips, and he began to turn her, forcing Katara to unhook her leg from around him. She allowed him to turn her around, craning her neck back to continue kissing him. He turned her completely around and pulled her flush against him. His hands then made their way upward and cupped her breasts, and he began massaging them.
Releasing a gasp, she separated her lips from his as she faced forward. Zuko continued to massage her breasts, and her own hands came up, covering his. She moved them along with him, as if massaging her own breasts through his hands as he ground his groin into her backside, and she circled her rear into him. She took long deep breaths in time with their hip movements, and after a time, her hands left his to come up and reach back, tangling in his hair as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, and they continued to move together.
Then she felt it. Something different from when he touched her before. There was heat emitting from his hands, making them much warmer than usual, almost hot. Not enough to burn, but just enough to be a soothing heat. This was accompanied by a tingling sensation that caused her to break out in goose-bumps once more, and her nipples somehow became even harder than before. The heat and tingling feeling continued as he gently groped and massaged her breasts.
She realized what he was doing. He was using his Firebending to heat his hands, soothingly warming her flesh beneath his touch even more than usually. It made his touch even more pleasurable, if that was even possible. As for the tingling feeling, it took her a little longer to figure that out, but then she suddenly remembered.
She had heard that Firebenders were capable of generating electricity, and some of the most advanced ones were even capable of shooting bolts of lightning. He was doing that now, providing her with a slight static tingle, somehow amplifying the pleasure of his touch further with some electricity so she was trembling with so much desire that her teeth were practically chattering.
“Gods, what are you doing to me?” she asked in little more than a whisper.
She heard the smile in his voice as he whispered hotly in her ear. “Is it not obvious? I’m seducing you, Katara.”
And he was doing a damn fine job of it. She was practically quivering as his hands slowly moved away from her breasts and began running along other parts of her body. The heat his touch provided caused her to perspire faster than normal, the electricity stimulating her skin and muscles. Gods, that was so not fair. He was already able to make her melt with his normal touch, but with the heat and electricity added to it, she knew he could make her cum without even intimately touching her.
But then he did intimately touch her. His hands returned to her breasts as he ran them over her body, came down to her hips and reach back to grip her rear, kneading her ass-cheeks as he rubbed his cock against them. However, he seemed to deliberately be avoiding where she was most sensitive. He touched near or around the area, but he didn’t touch her there directly. It was driving her crazy, amplifying her excitement and anticipation exponentially.
She wouldn’t beg. She absolutely refused to. She shouldn’t be wanting him to touch her at all, let alone want to beg him to touch her intimately. It almost felt like she was stuck in some kind of limbo, unable to tell him to stop, but unwilling to tell him to continue, almost as if she were trapped in a vicious circle of pleasure. It was absolutely maddening, and she felt as if she were going to go crazy.
He finally seemed to take mercy on her, if she could actually call it mercy; it felt more like beautiful agony. As one hand settled on her stomach, his other hand moved between her legs and cupped her. She jerked against him and gripped his hair tightly. He continued to rub himself against her backside, pressing her against him with the one hand while the other rubbed her.
“Can you feel me, Katara?” he asked her in a heated voice.
“Yes…” she automatically replied. It was a rhetorical question, one designed to enhance her arousal, and it was working.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I can feel you.”
She also felt his lips against her neck turn into a smirk as he proceeded to rub her. Then suddenly, mid-rub, he inserted his middle finger into her. Katara practically cried, throwing her head back onto his shoulder and gasping loudly. He began moving his finger in and out of her, his heated and static touch causing her womanhood to tremble around the invading digit. Her hands dropped from his hair to grasp his wrists as he held her to him.
“Tell me you want me,” he whispered in her ear.
Katara’s eyes practically rolled in her head as she shivered in his arms. “I can’t,” she barely managed to whisper back, even as she rode his hand.
For a few seconds, he didn’t respond, but then a sigh escaped him. “You’re being so contradictory, Katara. You say you don’t want this, but your body says quite the opposite. You tell me to stop, yet you respond to my touch and eagerly accept more of it, even encouraging me to continue.” He lowered his voice further and spoke more heatedly in her ear. “But it’s as I said before, unlike your mouth, your body can’t tell lies.”
She said nothing to this, and a few seconds later, she felt him add a second finger, making her whimper. The hand resting against her stomach moved upward to grasp her breast again, both stimulating her and keeping her back pressed to his chest.
They moved together, their legs bending and straightening as Zuko ground against her. Turning her head side to side, Katara let out either gasps or moans as he pushed against her backside in time with his fingers moving in and out of her. His heated, electrified fingers stroked her clit, and her knees felt like they would collapse each time he rubbed her.
“Gods,” she gasped out, seemingly against her will. “God, gods, gods, gods!”
She began curling more and more in on herself. On shaking legs that felt like jelly, she shuffled a few steps forward, almost as if she were trying to get away from the intensity of his touch. Zuko wouldn’t let her though, pulling her back against him. Katara continued to moan, bending over more and more.
When it seemed as if she were about to collapse, Zuko suddenly removed his fingers from her, and the heat and static he was producing from his hands ceased. Katara barely had time to catch her breath before he suddenly took hold of her and turned her around so she was facing him once more. She breathed heavily as she looked up at him, and he stared at her with a heated look. Placing his hands on her shoulder, he gently pushed against her, and she found herself walking backwards as he guided her along.
They came to stop when she felt the back of her legs hit the bed. She hesitated for a few moments before looking over her shoulder at it, then looked back at him. He surprised her then by suddenly shoving her back. Not too hard, but enough for her to fall back onto the mattress. She laid there for a few seconds, looking up at him, and then he leaned over her. She scooted back until she was fully on the mattress as he climbed up onto the bed and crawled over her.
He came to a stop when he was level with her, looking down at her hungrily. He reached up and brushed her hair out of her face, letting his hand trail down to her cheek and chin. His thumb ran over her lips a few times, and she turned her head away so she wouldn’t have to look at him.
After a few seconds, his hand moved down to her chest, and she felt the heat and static feeling begin to emit from his palm again. He began tracing his fingers around one of her breasts in a spiral, slowly making his way towards her nipple with each circle. And when he reached the hardened nub, he pushed down on it, pushing it into her breast. He then did the same to her other breast before trailing his finger down the valley of her breasts and began rubbing circles on her stomach.
Katara squirmed slightly as he laid on his side next to her, lowering his head to take her nipple in his mouth. She squeezed her legs together, bending and unbending them as his fingers trailed through her curls. This time though, she kept her legs clenched together tightly, preventing him from touching her most intimate area. He continued to brush through her curls, applying light pressure to get between her thighs, but she refused to part them.
“Katara, open your legs,” he told her gently, speaking around her nipple.
She didn’t respond, and she didn’t open her legs. Feeling a sense of déjà vu to when he had first gone down on her, she kept her face turned away from him, her eyes closed, gripping the sheets in her hands. And after a few moments where she kept her legs together, she felt him bring his lips to her ear and repeat his request in an even more seductive voice.
“No…” she gasped out, her voice strained as she tried to resist his temptation. “I shouldn’t… I can’t…”
She still didn’t know why she wasn’t stopping this, let alone participating so much, or at all. Their deal was concluded, so why was she allowing this? Why was she doing this?
“‘Can’t’ and ‘shouldn’t are not a ‘no’, Katara. They’re very different things. If you truly mean no, then you would turn me away, and yet you’re not. But if you simply think you shouldn’t, then all I have to do is persuade you to change your mind.”
Damn him, but he was right. Again. She couldn’t bring herself to turn him away, and she was getting so tired of fighting her desires. And Zuko’s mouth on her was promising her so many delights to come if she would just stop being so stubborn. Deep down, she knew that she was just fooling herself with her resistance. But while she could fool herself, she knew she couldn’t fool him.
“And honestly,” he continued, speaking against her skin, “I have a feeling that you actually want me to persuade you. That’s why, despite your so-called protests, you don’t actually put a stop to this.”
His words made her shiver, but she pushed them aside, not wanting to think about the implication of them or how true they might be. Instead, she let her mind go blank as she focused on the feel of him as he continued to tempt her, pressing kisses to her cheek, then more at the top of her chest. He then took her nipple into his mouth once more, and Katara’s own mouth fell open to let out a breath. He sucked on her nipple as his hand continued to pour heat and electricity into her pubic mound, sending waves of delightful sensation flowing through her.
Releasing her breast with a wet pop, he gently blew on it, making her shiver, before speaking against her breast, his lips brushing over her nipple as he spoke. “Open your legs, Katara. Don’t be ashamed of your desires.”
She shouldn’t, she knew she shouldn’t. She really, really shouldn’t. Yet after a few seconds, she parted her legs the slightest bit. His hand began to slip between them, but she hadn’t spread them enough to allow him to get fully between them.
Placing his lips over her nipple again, he spoke around it. “A little more.”
A whimper escaped her, but then she opened her legs enough for him to push his hand between them. Her mouth fell open with a loud inhalation as he touched her, immediately pushing his fingers inside. He began massaging her insides nice more, and she turned her head even further into the mattress as her body began lightly rocking up and down against the bed in time with his fingers’ movements.
“Katara, look at me,” he said to her.
She found his husky voice to be irresistible, and turned her head and opened her eyes to look up at him. He was looking at her with a look that said he wanted nothing more than to see her come undone. He stared at her for several long moments as he proceeded to rub her, then lowered his head and began sucking on her nipple once more. He kept his eyes on her face the whole time as her panting grew more rapid, and she began to squirm under his touch.
He increased the speed of his fingers moving in and out of her, his hand moving faster and faster, and Katara’s whimpering increased right along with them. The added heat and static he provided made the already too much feeling of his touch even greater, and her rear began to rise off the bed. Zuko’s hand rose with her, his fingers still thrusting, until her lower body had risen completely off the bed, balancing in the balls of her feet.
Releasing her nipple, Zuko instead slammed his lips onto hers, kissing her fiercely. Katara moaned continuously, now thrusting her hips against his hand as Zuko swallowed her moans. And then, all at once, it hit her, and she screamed into Zuko’s mouth. A rush of her juices came flying out of her, coating Zuko’s hand. He pulled his fingers from her as her juices squirted out of her, her hips wildly thrusting up at empty air. Her legs began moving uncontrollably and her bottom fell flat on the bed again.
She couldn’t keep still though, and released the bedsheets to grab hold of Zuko and began kissing him furiously as her orgasm caused her whole body to spasm. She couldn’t deny it anymore. She wanted this, she wanted him. And somewhere in the back of her pleasure-filled mind, the last traces of her resolve crumbled away completely, and she finally stopped fighting.

(A/N: Sorry, no lemon this chapter, just a very juicy lime. But isn't this an interesting turn of events? Zuko upheld his end of the bargain, but it's left him and Katara with a whole day ahead of them. And once again, Zuko has made Katara face her desires. This time though, not only has Katara given in to his seduction, but it seems she's finally stopped fighting and has accepted her desire for them and is now willing to give in. You know what that means. A whole day's worth of no holds barred steamy action between them. And this time, it won't be because of some deal. So if you're eager to see how things are going to go with these two really cutting loose and giving in to what they want, stay tuned.)
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