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Push and Pull	By : AngelaBlythe Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 19400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PUSH AND PULL
CHAPTER 09: Springs
Part I
Zuko hadn’t meant to do anything but watch her. He didn’t care if his uncle gave him disapproving looks as he shimmied up to the top of the wooden fence separating the two halves of the springs. He wasn’t watching her. He was watching out for her.
Soon after she left, his uncle convinced Zuko (though with the knowledge that Katara was there it wasn’t hard) to accompany him to the hot springs. “You know,” his uncle told him after Katara left, “you really shouldn’t rile her up like that.”
Zuko snorted at this. “And why not? Aside from frozen food, I had a great time. Maybe she doesn’t know it, but she likes it when I fight with her.”
His uncle looked away, snorting steam onto his food to thaw it. He knew his uncle’s style. He would leave Zuko to figure it out on his own, but be completely annoying about it nonetheless.
It was true, he hadn’t planned on doing anything else but watch her, but she lay sprawled on the rock, her feet dangling in the water, and he could see almost every inch of her tan skin. Her skin fascinated him – so soft and velvety, especially around her neck. She pinned her hair up and slid gracefully into the water, sinking down with a grateful sigh. He heard that from his perch on the rim of the fence. He was obscured because of a tall tree, a common plant from the Fire Islands. Zuko couldn’t figure for the life of him why or how it got here, but its seed might have been carried on the current.
His heart grew heavy when she rose and began to explore the scars on her back. She touched them gently, the angle odd for her hands. It was then that he leapt stealthily into the branches of the tree, ignoring his uncle or what his uncle might think. He made more noise than he’d planned, but she didn’t seem to notice as she leaned over the rock and grabbed a glass bottle of oil. He’d been offered some at the entrance to the springs, but declined it.
He was dead silent as he waded over to her – thankful that, like his side of the springs, hers was empty. She tipped the oil into her hands rubbing them together before spreading it out over her arms in slow, circular patterns. Zuko was mesmerized by the motion of her hands. And apparently, so was she. Because he was practically on top of her before he said anything, and she didn’t notice him at all. Her oily hands were on the back of her neck, trying to smooth out the knots, when Zuko leaned in close over her shoulder. “I don’t think you’re weak,” he murmured into her ear softly.
Her body stiffened immediately in surprise, but his hands were on her shoulders, stopping her from turning around. The muscles he kneaded beneath her skin were tight and strung, and he was not gentle. She relaxed a bit upon recognizing his voice, and seemed to enjoy his hands as well, for she leaned closer to him and sighed.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, trying to sound angry. Her body betrayed her though, as Zuko could see goose bumps rising from her skin.
“But I want to,” he bantered playfully into her ear, giving a brief, fond tug on her earlobe with his teeth.
She shuddered as his hands moved from her neck to the outsides of her shoulders and down her arms. “But not even princes get what they want all the time,” she reminded him, keeping up splendidly with the repartee. “I would hate to have to show you how ‘weak’ I am by freezing you to the fence,” she continued, sighing as Zuko bent down to kiss her neck.
The arch she did for him was so lovely that Zuko nearly turned her about and forced his lips to hers. He hissed against her skin, nipping her neck playfully and running sweet kisses along her jaw line. She was breathing quite shallowly, and her eyes were half-closed.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he murmured into her ear, nibbling the shell expertly. She was shivering against him, and Zuko felt a rush of power.
“You know, Zuko,” she whispered lustily, not stopping him as Zuko wound a hand around her stomach and pulled her against him. Not wanting to frighten her, he kept his arousal away from her, though it was difficult. With an oiled hand sliding over her stomach she groaned, arching as she continued her threat.
“You really shouldn’t dare a waterbender while she’s in her own elem – ah!” she gasped. Her threat was stopped short by Zuko’s wandering hand. He bit into the flesh of her neck at the same time his hand reached up to cup her breast. She moaned when he pinched her nipple, her body shuddering with pleasure, drawing out Zuko’s desire.
“Do you know what you do to me?” he asked, massaging her breast as she whimpered helplessly. Her curves were so right against him, and her little mewling noises and her soft, flushed skin….Zuko fought not to be rough, fought for patience. She moaned when he nuzzled her neck, taking her other firm, round breast into his hand – still above her chest wrap. “You can’t even imagine,” he murmured.
He fought the urge to grind against her, instead tipping her chin towards him and kissing her lightly on the mouth. She spun slowly, slickly in his arms, deepening the kiss and sliding her hands up and down his chest. The motion wasn’t particularly erotic, but his reaction to her hands on his skin surprised even him. He crushed her against him, backing her into the rock she had been laying on earlier.
She was willing, unafraid of his passion, of his exuberance, even aroused at his semi-rough treatment of her. He could tell by the way her hands went to his face, kissing him ardently. One of her fingertips brushed the scar over his eye, and he almost broke contact. It was such a cool touch it nearly knocked him away. Zuko bent down to kiss her neck, pleased that she leaned her head back to give him better access.
“Zuko,” she sighed, her nails sliding down his back as she pulled him against her.
Finally, Zuko checked himself. He couldn’t take her like this. As much as he wanted to…and she seemed to want him to…it wasn’t the time or place. He wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning his cheek against the coolness of her chest that had been out of the water as he kissed her collarbone. He could hear her heart beating, fast and erratic. She had tipped her head to rest atop his, her arms around his neck loosely.
He held her as her heart slowed, as he tried to stop thinking about what it would feel like to have her naked and writhing beneath him. He would remain disciplined, however. She planted soft kisses on the side of his face, one or two brushing his scar. But he didn’t mind – usually it incited fury when people even looked at his scar for too long. She had been the only person to touch it. Not even Zuko touched it.
“Zuko,” she whispered, her hands running in soft circles on the back of his neck and shoulders.
“Hm,” he replied wordlessly.
He could feel her smile against his face. “I know I said I’d do anything you told me,” she began softly. “But I don’t know what I’d do if you sent me away.” She pulled her head back and looked down into his eyes, hers wide and innocent and blue and loving. “Please, promise you won’t.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, I won’t.”
She kissed him with delightful, deliberate slowness, moving her lips across his.
It was a bear to part with her, but he climbed back over the fence so no one would walk in on them. They were pushing it as it was, and strictly speaking it would be terribly bad form if someone were to see a captive and a captor locked in an amorous embrace. He slid into the male half of the pool with a smirk on his face. His skin still itched and burned where she’d touched him.
His uncle opened his eyes, giving Zuko a light look of approval. Zuko took that to mean he was approving of the fact that Zuko had not made love to her within earshot of his uncle – like that would ever happen. “Finished playing water sports with your little girlfriend?”
Zuko’s smirk deepened. “For now.”
Part II
For the umpteenth time that day, Katara felt her fingers find her lips. They brushed down to her neck and then over her heart. Zuko’s touches and words replayed in her mind, planting the seeds of longing and desire once again. Her face grew hot at the thought of his hands, slick with oil, massaging her stomach, going up, up to tease her gloriously. Except, when she imagined this, she was always naked, and he never stopped at kissing and caressing.
Katara blushed at the thought. She had barely been able to raise her head all day, and she kept her eyes pinned on the ground. Every time she snuck a glance at Zuko he was watching her, a small curve in his lips…almost proud and gloating, but without any maliciousness. Her mind would race and her pulse would quicken, and then she would be forced to look away so as not to embarrass herself.
It wasn’t that she was embarrassed at what they’d done…or how he’d touched her or how she’d reacted. It was rather, she was curious. She was curious at the sensations he made her feel, and wanted to explore them…much more thoroughly. No one but Zuko had ever touched her like that, had ever made her want to be touched like that, even. From what she knew of passion and love she’d learned in stories and fairy tales, and they never depicted sex, or accurately described the lust Katara felt when she looked at Zuko. And it wasn’t just his body – though THAT was something she had no qualms with – but the silken power of his voice, and the way he moved around her, and the look in his eyes when he smirked at her. It was the way his hands always found an excuse to touch her, and he never stopped watching her.
Katara had wanted more in the hot springs. She had wanted his hands everywhere. She wanted his lips on her forever. She wanted something…she couldn’t quite understand. Of course, she had been angry with him for calling her weak, but hadn’t that just forced her to want to work harder? And he did apologize for that…kind of… I don’t think you’re weak, the words echoed.
She had left the hot springs immediately after Zuko had hopped over the fence. She hadn’t really seen him…with so little clothes. But muscles and scars painted his back and chest. His legs were strong, and…well…he was incredibly well built. She had escaped, as if someone would rush in and accuse her of something. When she returned to their rooms she was alone, and she took time to cool herself and dress in the nice robes Chief Arnook had given her. They were prettier than anything she had ever owned, with real silk and soft white fur. Master Ullo was eating with them again that evening, so she pinned the five opals that had come with her dress into her hair, braiding it in the fancy fashion of the Southern Water Tribe that her mother taught her.
When Zuko and his uncle came in she felt her cheeks heat when she glanced up from her studies. Master Ullo’s collection of waterbending scrolls was amazing. She quickly ducked her head down and did her best to study the scrolls, though images of Zuko’s well-muscled back kept coming to mind…
Especially since he was in a place filled with waterbenders, Zuko’s uncle seemed (to her eyes) very comfortable with his surroundings. Apparently, after besting Master Ullo in Pai Sho, everyone in the North Pole was after Iroh for a game. Not only that, but every serving girl that came into their room was shamelessly flirted with, and they actually seemed quite fond of him. After Iroh’s third challenge for the evening, Zuko grew irritated with the constant barrage of Pai Sho players and demanded they take their game elsewhere. She didn’t know if it was the other people in the room that made him edgy or the fact that most of them were experienced waterbenders, but Katara decided it was time for him to get out of the palace.
“We’ll be back before dinner,” she informed Iroh and his busy band of observers. He nodded. “You have to promise not to escape,” she reminded him humorously.
Katara and Zuko received many odd looks as they passed through the palace corridors. She could tell he was tense, though she could understand why. Surrounded by waterbenders, in their capitol, practically held captive, and unable to vent his frustrations with firebending. He was walking stiffly next to her, and Katara dared a look up.
“Perhaps I could ask Master Ullo if there is a place you can firebend safely,” she suggested quietly.
He grunted. “That’s better than being cooped up all day. I can’t wait to leave this frigid wasteland.”
“You won’t miss anything about it?” she asked coyly, smiling.
“No,” he grunted. “Not the cold, not the snow, not the hoards of waterbenders. Nothing.”
“What about the furs?” she asked, sliding her hand against his as they walked down the stairs into the main courtyard and past the huge fountain. “Not even the hot springs?” she whispered.
He grasped her hand tightly, his fingers skimming under her gloves and over her wrists. “Maybe the hot springs,” he murmured as he leaned against her. He let her hand go. He wore no gloves, only his light outer coat. She was suddenly jealous that he could be so warm all the time. She shuddered to think of those warm hands on her skin.
They crossed the first bridge to the city, and Katara stopped briefly to speak with Ugota. Zuko stood with his arms crossed over his chest. It was when they were leaving the healing hut that trouble arose. Hahn was with a group of young men – though Katara didn’t recognize any of them as benders. When Hahn saw Katara and Zuko, a nasty smile spread over his face.
Katara looked up at Zuko. “Let’s just go.”
“They can’t provoke me into attacking,” he grumbled. “That’s just what they want. But I’m not going to back down from a weakling like that.”
Katara closed her eyes.
“You should have stayed in the healing hut where you belong, Katara,” Hahn said maliciously. “In your place.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “That’s Master Katara to you, Hahn,” she bit out roughly, drawing her shoulders back.
Zuko’s face was a terrifying blank, deceivingly calm. She’d seen him like this a few times, and knew this was not a Zuko someone wanted to mess with.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he mocked. “Master Katara. Come on, guys,” he said with a hand motion. “Let’s let Master Katara and her little Fire Nation slave boy pass.”
Katara glared. “He’s not my slave! Show some respect, Hahn! You dishonor yourself!”
Hahn’s face went hard, his eyes losing any malicious banter and growing cold. “It is not I who dishonor myself by traveling with firebenders, abusing the hospitality of Chief Arnook, and making demands about battles and attacks. If you were truly an honorable woman of the Water Tribe you would shut up, get married, and quit acting like a power-hungry peasant.”
Katara wasn’t sure if Zuko was older than Hahn or not, but he made Hahn look like a child when he glided over to loom above him. The steam was rising from the ice under his footsteps, and Katara realized how angry Zuko must be. “Do not speak of honor as if you know it…boy,” Zuko said in a low, deep, intimidating growl. He snorted steam, glaring flames and daggers down on Hahn. Hahn visibly paled, and a very awful smile spread on Zuko’s lips. He turned to Katara and extended his hand. She took it delicately, and he pulled her through the group of young men behind him.
“Do-don’t think I can’t figure out what’s going on here,” Hahn stuttered and spat after they had taken a few steps back to the palace.
Katara looked up and saw Zuko was smiling ruthlessly as he turned back to Hahn. “Then I’m sure I’ll get to see you again soon, boy.”
She could feel the heat of Zuko’s anger as he walked them swiftly over bridges and along the canals. “We’ll have to take walks more often here, Katara,” he murmured darkly into her ear. “I rather enjoyed that.”
And for some reason that statement made her want to kiss him, and have him kiss her back. His passion was heated, and she couldn’t resist that. She absolutely couldn’t resist him.
They reached their rooms to find dinner was being served, and Iroh had added a few guests. If they had any more people they were going to need to find a bigger room. Zuko sat on edge the whole meal, and Katara actually felt bad for him until his uncle announced a tournament of Pai Sho and their guests left. She and Zuko sat for a while as she drank her tea, watching the women clear the table of food.
When the room was silent, Zuko stood and said in a demanding, commanding voice, “That’s it. On the furs, woman.”
She tried to hide the smile on her face. Looking up at him through her lashes and setting her tea down on the table, she shook her head. “But, Prince Zuko, whatever for? Are you cold?”
“Your banter, Little Miss Water Tribe, is going to get you in a lot of trouble,” he growled.
“Is that a threat?” she asked softly, rising from her knees before the table and facing the Fire Prince, his eyes sparkling with hunger and excitement. The sentiment made Katara want to shiver.
He smirked. “I think you know that’s a promise,” he retorted. Then, unceremoniously and unexpectedly, he tossed her over his shoulder and proceeded to drop her on his large pile of furs – her shrieks muffled with laughter.
“Unhand me, barbarian,” she said quietly, resting comfortably in his furs as he looked down on her.
He stood over her, a serious, fierce look in his eyes. He didn’t move towards her, didn’t do anything but look down on her. Finally, he spoke in hushed tones. “What do you want, Katara?”
She smiled, suddenly understanding the cryptic meaning of the question. “I want you to kiss me.”
His body was so deliciously warm above hers, and one of his hands entwined with hers beside her head. All she knew was breathing, hot kisses, and warmth spreading down her spine and to the tips of her toes. His fingers brushed her cheek, sliding down her neck, thumbing over her collarbone. Zuko’s lips seared her throat, moving his lips and tongue across the gentle skin there.
“Zuko,” she said softly, biting her lip to increase her concentration. “I want what you want,” she whispered soothingly, running her fingers down his back. “I want you to take back your birthright. I want you to be the man I know you can be, lead your country. Ohhhh,” she gasped as he peeled away her robe from her shoulder and kissed her there. “You’re more amazing than you think, and I know that if anyone has the ambition and power and passion to rule the Fire Nation, it’s you.”
She wanted him to know this, but her breaths were coming short, and her body was so heated from his touches. “I want that for you, Zuko.” Then she paused and he turned his face up. His eyes were shining with amazement when she took his face in her hands, brushing the scar lightly. “And if I don’t have a place in your world…in that world…I…I…I’ll have to be happy knowing – for at least a brief time – I did…”
“I can’t give you anything,” he said suddenly. “I have nothing. I don’t think I’ll ever regain my honor. I’m a banished prince. Even if I did ascend to the throne…”
He left that part hanging. She knew what he meant. The only way they could be together would be if Zuko never regained his honor, never went home, never took his birthright. He was destined for great things, he had passion and drive and ambition. It was not right for her to hold him back. And if he did regain his honor – somehow – he would be forced to lead his country. He would probably have to marry and have children who would one day ascend the throne as well. What he meant was they could never…be together…
She shook her head. “I’ll do anything in my power to make sure you do. I want you to become as great as you can be. Don’t you understand, I…” she felt her breaths become heavy, like she couldn’t get enough air. Tears tugged at her eyes. “I’d sacrifice everything for you!” she whispered harshly.
Katara felt like falling and she held onto Zuko’s shoulders in case she did, pulling him close. He kissed her again, making her gasp as he took her lower lip in his mouth. His tongue found hers, and Katara shook with desire and held-back tears. Did he know what she was saying? Did he realize what great lengths she would go in order for him to accomplish his dreams? Did he realize her need for him, her inherent loyalty tying her to him forever?
Maybe he did, but if he didn’t Katara couldn’t vocalize it even if she’d wanted to. She was drowning in his touches. He pulled away the silk wrap around her waist and parted her inner and outer robes. Her lips opened with a long inhale when his warm hand smoothed over her exposed stomach. She moaned when he moved between her legs (which were modestly clothed in loose, light, white pants), kissing her soft stomach with attentive gentleness. His hands were on her hips, holding her still but massaging her sweetly.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured into her stomach. “So soft,” he said into her skin, his lips leaving a burning trail up her navel and between her ribs. Katara moaned into an arch.
“Please?” she asked when one of his hands traveled up to her breast. The warmth shot down between her legs when his thumb grazed over her nipple. He unwrapped her chest support slowly, gently, as if he was savoring every bit of skin that came into view. For a while he just looked at her, his eyes wide as saucers, dark with desire. His first touch made Katara bite her lip – he was so unbelievably tender! He was worshipful when he took her breasts in his hands, and finally took a nipple in his mouth.
“Ohhh,” she sighed. The heat was so lovely, and his tongue’s circular patterns, tracing and sucking and kissing…she found herself wanting something more, something to help her feel. He moved his velvety tongue to her other nipple, making her cry out lustily when he tentatively nibbled the sensitive bud. “Oh, please,” she murmured, only half aware of the words that came out of her mouth. “I…ohhhh…” He was teasing her mercilessly, and for some reason Katara couldn’t control her struggling against invisible chains. A pressure was building between her legs, and she knew if something didn’t happen soon it would be awful.
She found herself tugging at the hems of Zuko’s tunic, pulling it over his head. She sighed when her hands found his bare skin. His hands held her ribcage carefully, mouth still reverently kissing her breasts. She slid her fingertips over the skin of his back, pulling him close to her. His skin was so delightfully smooth and warm…
“Katara,” he whispered into her skin, nuzzling the soft area between her breasts. “Katara…stay with me forever…”
Need and passion were deep in his voice, and an unmistakable plea and apology. A plea for her and an apology for everything she would probably have to suffer because of it. She smiled. “You know I will.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, eyes serious as they met hers. “You’ve been hurt enough.”
When she touched his cheek gently, as if to reassure him, he moaned and buried his face in her neck. “Katara,” he whispered. “Gods… If I didn’t think my uncle was going to walk in the door…”
He let that part hanging, as if unwilling to think about what they were so close to doing. He kissed her chest and her neck lightly, then pulled her robes over her shoulders. When he rolled over he took her with him, half of her weight on his body. Katara took a large tiger seal fur with her, pulling it over them. One arm held her, but his other hand held her own against his chest. She wanted to look up, see his face. But she closed her eyes against his chest and listened to his heartbeat.
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