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Making Me Forget
By : moviefan
Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko
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(A/N: Well, here we go with this now. It's actually a story I've had in mind for awhile, but just never got to. It ended up being much lengthier than I thought it would be too. Basically, it's a scenario I envision during the Southern Raiders episode, where Zuko takes Katara to find her mother's killer. It's a missing scene I'd imagine would have taken place between them, especially if they were older, like I'm envisioning them here in this story, just to be clear on that; everyone is age appropriate here. And yeah, this plot/scenario has been done plenty of times already by others, but so what, it works for my writing challenge. I'm not all that fond of the title though, but it was the most suitable thing I could come up with.)
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"MAKING ME FORGET"
It was done then. She had made her decision, and she had decided to spare the man. It couldn’t have been an easy choice, but Zuko had had a feeling that this would be what she would ultimately decide. Still, it was a realization that Katara had needed to come to herself.
He could relate. He knew what it was like to carry around darkness in your heart. No matter how much you tried to hide it or pretend it wasn’t there, it always slipped out, sometimes completely consuming you. He’d been there himself, for a long time too. The only way to get rid of it was to overcome it. You had to stand at the precipice, look into the face of the darkness inside of yourself, and conquer it. It truly was the only way to be free of it.
Aang hadn’t understood that. He’d wanted Katara to just forgive and forget. And while that may have been fine for him, Katara hadn’t been able to do that. Her situation was different from his own. He’d lost his people in a war at the hands of a bunch of faceless soldiers long dead. Her situation was far more personal. She’d seen the face of the man who killed her mother, having taken her place to save her daughter. And that man was still walking around free.
But even if that wasn’t the case, Katara was a different person from Aang, and what worked for him wouldn’t work for her. True, he had reluctantly agreed to let her take Appa and face her mother’s killer, but it had only been because he realized that he couldn’t stop her. Upon seeing the lengths that she was willing to go, he finally realized that it was something that she needed. But still, he had been insistent that she still just forgive and forget the man when she confronted him and move on from it. He never truly understood.
But while Zuko noted that Aang had ultimately been right in what Katara needed wasn’t revenge, what he still failed to realize was that it had been she who had needed to discover that for herself, not just be told that. She had needed to look her mother’s murderer in the eye, to hold his very life in her hand, to know she could take it, and then when she had the opportunity to take her revenge, let go of the darkness and the thirst for revenge that she had been carrying for years. And while she would never forgive the man, doing this had finally allowed her to move on. It was closure and resolution that Katara needed to find, not simply be told what to do.
Even if the choice she ultimately made had been to spare Yon Rha like Aang had said she should, there were some things you couldn’t just be told. Some things you needed to experience and figure out for yourself for them to be effective so you could truly move past them, otherwise they could stay with you, festering beneath the surface, and then come back later. Aang had disappointed Zuko in that regard. As the Avatar, he really should have known that, not dictate to Katara what he wanted her to do.
But Zuko had understood. When he had first joined the team, he had accepted Katara’s wrath, knowing that he deserved it after the way he had foolishly betrayed her trust. But even after all the ways he had proved himself to the group, when he still received hostility and disdain from her, he knew that there was something other than a mere grudge at work. Something deeper. And upon learning that her mother had been killed by someone in the Fire Nation, not just killed, but murdered, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was projecting her inner hatred and rage onto him, his betrayal providing a convenient excuse for her to cast her wrath upon him.
She didn’t even seem to realize that she was using him as an outlet for her inner darkness to lash out at. But he had recognized it. He had been so angry for so long, at so many people, at the world itself, for the wrong reasons, and he too had lashed out at people who didn’t deserve it, misdirecting his anger at them. His uncle had been one of those people.
But he had faced down his darkness, and knew that she needed to as well. And while it was true that he did partly help her so she would stop being so hostile towards him, it was primarily because he genuinely wanted to save her from the same darkness that had consumed him for so long, even if she still didn’t forgive him for it afterwards.
That was why he had asked her if she was sure about her decision when she had decided to spare her mother’s murderer, because she needed to be sure, or else she would never truly be free of her darkness. But he was convinced that she had indeed finally freed herself from it.
Despite being mostly sure that Katara would make the right choice, Zuko knew that there was still a chance that she would take the man’s life. But if she had made that decision, then he would have accepted it. It was her life after all, she was the only one who had a say in it. Not him, not her friends, not her family, not even the Avatar, only her. If revenge was what she felt she needed in order to move on, then he would have stood by her and her decision. And if she later realized that she had made a mistake in taking the man’s life and regretted it, then he would help and support her through that too.
But he was glad that it hadn’t come to that. Katara was too good of a person to stain her hands with blood, especially out of revenge on some miserable old fool. He just hoped that now she would be able to move on and be at peace with her darkness. He thought she would be though; she was such a strong person. She had accepted her darkness as part of herself, and she had risen above it. He was very proud of her.
They spoke very little as they made their way back to their friends’ location. Based on their location and Appa’s flight speed, they would be reunited in a day or two. Though it seemed that ‘or two’ would be the most likely case when the rain that had been coming down grew heavier until it was practically coming down in sheets and began to be accompanied by thunder and lightning. That made for unsafe flying conditions, so they decided to settle in for the night and sought out shelter, finding it in the form of a cave that was just big enough for Appa to fit in. And so, as the rain came down outside, they had settled into their sleeping bags for the night, nestled up against the flying bison’s fur.
A particular loud crash of thunder woke Zuko from his sleep. On reflex, he looked around with his hands raised, ready to fight. But as he took in his surroundings, he remembered where he was and relaxed. Appa was snoring, exhausted from flying so much, the steady rise and fall of his breathing pushing up against Zuko, almost providing a gentle rocking motion.
The fire had practically died out, with only a few glowing embers remaining. Zuko got up and tossed some more wood into the fire from the pile, then used a simple bending move to bring the flames back to life. There wasn’t much need for it though, the nights were warm here, and the cave was humid enough as it was.
With a sigh, he glanced at Katara’s sleeping bag to check on her, and was surprised to find it empty. He quickly glanced around the small cave, but there was no sign of her. The cave was too small for her to hide anywhere, not unless Appa had rolled over and she had somehow ended up underneath the fling bison. But then the same thing would have happened to him.
Thunder rumbled outside again, drawing his attention to the mouth of the cave. She couldn’t have gone out there, could she? It was pouring outside. But then he remembered that she was a Waterbender. Water was her element; she would feel right at home in it, even take comfort in it. And she could always dry herself off with a flick of her wrist, or simply use her bending to prevent herself from getting wet in the first place.
She probably went to the bathroom he told himself. But still, he was worried about her being out there alone. So, deciding to risk her wrath if he accidentally walked in on her privacy, he stepped out into the pouring rain and began searching for her.
He was completely soaked through in less than a minute, but it didn’t matter; he could dry himself off easily with his Firebending. His only concern was for Katara, and he called her name as he searched for her. He worried that she may have been captured, but that seemed unlikely. It was the middle of the night after all, and they were practically in the middle of nowhere during a heavy rainstorm, meaning that a Waterbender like Katara would have plenty to work with even if she was attacked, so he doubted she had been captured. Still, he couldn’t help but to worry.
Finally, he found her. She had actually only been about a dozen meters away from the cave; he had simply gone off to look for her in the wrong direction. He let out a sigh at the sight of her, relieved to see that she was ok.
Or was she? Why was she standing out here in the rain? Was she taking comfort in her element? Just how long had she been out here? It was as if she were standing out here in the rain to wash away the past, to let the water purify the darkness within her that she had just so recently conquered. He could certainly understand and relate to that. Even so, he couldn’t just leave her out here in the rain, even if the warm weather did make the rain feel refreshing rather than cold.
He slowly approached her, but she seemed unaware of his presence. Was she meditating? Her eyes were closed, her face turned up to the sky as large, heavy raindrops came down on her. She was completely soaked as she stood barefoot in the rain in her sleeping attire, consisting only of her undergarments, and they were soaked through. And while they didn’t give off any transparency, the wet clothes hugged her body, doing nothing to hide her curves.
Zuko felt heat fill his cheeks. Katara had always been beautiful; he’d thought so ever since he first saw her, and she had only grown even more so. But he should not be harboring such thoughts, especially right now. There was far too much going on in their lives now with the war and everything. She in particular must have a lot going on internally after finally confronting her mother’s killer. She didn’t need him and his inappropriate thoughts right now.
Shaking his head, he pushed his lustful thoughts aside as he stood behind her and gently called her name. “Katara.”
At first he thought she didn’t hear him over the sound of the rain and whatever meditative state she was in. But then he heard her take a deep breath and let it out. She slowly lowered her head, but she didn’t turn or acknowledge him. Zuko hesitated, wanting to comfort her, but not entirely sure how. He should at least get her out of this rain though.
Reaching out, he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go back to the cave.”
She didn’t respond. Several moments of silence passed, and then her own hand finally came up to cover the one he had placed on her shoulder, and she gripped it tightly. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to let him know that she was feeling emotionally overwhelmed. He’d been there many times himself, and he tried to be there for her now, the same way his uncle had been there for him before.
She turned around to face him, now holding his hand in both of hers. She didn’t look at him though, and instead stared at his hand in both of hers. Zuko wished he could tell what she was thinking, but truth be told, he wasn’t all that good with girls. Or people in general. At least not until recently.
“Katara,” he said gently.
She slowly looked up at him then, her eyes full of so many emotions. Zuko couldn’t make out what she was feeling. It took him a few moments to realize it due to the rain, but there were tears in her eyes, and they slipped free to mix with the rain water coating her skin. And even though it was pointless since they were both soaked, he reached up and wiped away another tear that had begun to fall.
Then she surprised him by reaching up and gently grazing her fingers against his scar. He tensed up for a few moments, then relaxed under her touch, finding it soothing. She gently ran her fingers over the rough texture, and he found himself closing his eyes and leaning into her touch.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw that she had a different look on her face. She was closer now as well, and Zuko’s eyes widened in surprise as she suddenly leaned in and kissed him. It took him a moment to realize what was happening. This had not been what he expected, and he briefly wondered if he was dreaming. But no, this was real, Katara was here, kissing him.
Her lips were soft and cool against his, and she tasted like rain, somehow separate from the droplets falling down upon them. The kiss was gentle at first, but only for a second, then she was kissing him almost desperately. She released his hand and took her other one away from his face as she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt.
Once the surprise wore off, Zuko closed his eyes and began to kiss her back. His hands slowly found place on her back, and he instinctively pulled her closer. When he did, she gripped his shirt tighter and pushed herself up against him, almost aggressively. Zuko stumbled back a few steps before regaining his balance, the kiss breaking at the movement.
Breathing heavily, he looked at Katara in surprise. Her eyes were still closed and her lips were slightly parted as she continued to grip his shirt. He wondered what had prompted her to suddenly kiss him like that.
“Katara?” he asked in bewilderment.
She opened her eyes and looked at him almost pleadingly. “Please, Zuko, make me forget. Make me forget everything, just for a while. Make me feel good. Wash it all away.”
Zuko’s heart was already racing in his chest from the kiss, and at her request, it went into overdrive. He suddenly realized what this was. She was feeling so many emotions, too many to handle. She was getting caught up in them, and they were now coming out. She was asking him to serve as an outlet, to provide her with a release and allow her to escape from everything for a little while. It wasn’t uncommon behavior for someone who was feeling overly-emotionally, especially after going through such an intense experience. And what had gone down between her and her mother’s killer had definitely been intense.
Zuko was no virgin, having lost his innocence to Mai after he had returned to the Fire Nation, and he had slept with her a few times after they got together. He wouldn’t say he was overly experienced, but he knew where and how to touch a woman. Feelings of desire were not new to him, and he could understand the need for physical contact, especially during highly emotional times.
During wartimes, seeking out love and affection, even if it was purely physical, was pretty common. It was almost natural, it made one feel alive, like everything wasn’t dark and hopeless. Zuko had almost sought out such fulfillment himself a few times during his years searching for the Avatar, but had ultimately always placed his need to regain his honor above everything else. However, he’d often seen his own men seek out carnal pleasure during the times when they weren’t at sea, losing themselves for a few hours in the arms of willing partners while they were land.
It was a way to find comfort and chase away all the pain; a way of healing though intimacy, so to speak. Katara was seeking that same comfort and affection right now in light of the emotional baggage she was carrying, and she was asking it of him. Was it because he was the only one here? He doubted it, that just wasn’t in Katara’s nature. Knowing her, there would have to at least be some connection between her and anyone she became intimate with, even if that connection was simply friendship.
Should he do this? Katara was a stunningly attractive woman, he had always thought so, and there had always been some pretty intense chemistry between them, especially during their time in the Caves of Ba Sing Se. But was it right to take advantage of her when she was so emotional and vulnerable? He would never want to do anything to dishonor her.
But that wasn’t what he was doing. She was the one asking him. It was her who was making the moves, her who was taking the initiative. If anything, he was the one being taken advantage of. She seemed to realize that, which had been why she had asked rather than made an attempt to seduce. And if he were honest, he was carrying around a lot of emotional baggage as well, what with turning his back on his family and going to war with them against his nation. Would it really be so bad if they both took comfort in one another and got lost in each other for a few hours? Would that be so wrong?
“Katara, I…” he began, not quite sure what to say.
She continued to stare at him, her wide, emotion-filled eyes pleading, silently asking him to take away her pain and darkness in the way she needed right now. He couldn’t bring himself to deny her. And truth be told, he didn’t want to. And here she was, asking him to give in to her. But it wasn’t until he looked at her now like this that he realized that he needed that same comfort for his own pain. How could he say no to something they both needed? To something they both wanted?
She must have read on his face that he had given in, because her desperate grip on his shirt loosened. He brought his own hands up and placed them on her shoulders as her own came up to cup his cheeks. Then he leaned in to her and she moved to meet him, and their lips met once more.
They stood there for several long moments, holding each other, their lips pressed together, and then slowly they broke apart. Their faces remained close together though, and Katara’s hooded eyes looked into his own, her cheeks tinted with red.
“More…” she whispered breathlessly.
They leaned in and their lips met again. It was a different kiss from before, more than the mere pressing of lips. Zuko’s slowly began to move against hers, and she followed his lead as she kissed him back. He didn’t know how far she wanted or was willing to go, but he would allow her to decide that for herself, and would only take as much as she was willing to give.
As he kissed her, Zuko’s mind briefly drifted to Mai, and he felt a stab of guilt. But there was no reason for it; they had broken up. He had ended things with her when he had gone off to join the Avatar. He still had feelings for her, but they were no longer together, and hadn’t been for several weeks.
True, she had saved him back at the Boiling Rock, but that hadn’t meant anything for their relationship. They were still broken up, and he wouldn’t be able to find any fault or blame with her if she hooked up with someone else since they weren’t together, and the same went for him. In fact, there was even a chance that they would never even see each other again after all this, or that he may die in the upcoming final battle.
Almost immediately though, his thoughts then turned to Aang. He suspected that the Avatar liked Katara as more than a friend, but he wasn’t entirely sure. But if Aang did like her that way, he had never said anything to her about it. Or if he did, then she had not been willing to return his feelings, because the two of them were not together, Zuko knew that much. A relationship required two mutual parties, and until then, Katara was free to do what she wanted with who she wanted, and no one else had the right to say anything about it.
He pushed thoughts of the Avatar and his ex-girlfriend aside as he returned to the moment. Right now, all that mattered was him and Katara. And as their lips moved against each other, Zuko took a bit of the initiative and tapped Katara’s lips with his tongue, silently asking for permission.
She gasped in surprise and pulled back, and he immediately worried that he had misread the situation, cursing his stupidity. He had planned on only taking this as far as she wanted, but then he had almost immediately gone and gotten caught up in the moment by trying to deepen the kiss.
Feeling his cheeks heat with embarrassment, he averted his eyes from her surprised face, unable to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–”
“Don’t be,” she told him, not sounding the least bit upset.
He slowly looked back at her and saw that the surprise that had been written on her face when she had pulled back was gone. She now looked… enthralled, perhaps was the best way to put it. He may not be all that good with words, but he was good at reading expressions and body language.
He suddenly realized that her surprised reaction had been a result of her inexperience, not disinterest or disgust. She had likely never experienced a deep kiss before and had been caught off guard. But there was no mistaking the look of hunger on her face and the arousal shining in her eyes as they darkened with desire.
She stepped towards him again, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him. His arms reflexively went around her as the flame of passion immediately reignited, burning even hotter than before. This time, Katara opened her mouth to him without him even asking. His tongue hesitantly met hers, and she reciprocated. He deepened their kiss, and she whimpered into his mouth.
They kissed like that for what must have been several long minutes as the rain came down on them. It turned into a heated make-out session, their heads twisting this way and that, only coming apart for a quick breath of air. Katara practically devoured his lips as she attacked his mouth, becoming more and more aggressive and passionate. She may have been inexperienced, but she was apparently a fast learner, her hands tangling in his hair as his own ran up and down her back, holding her close.
Finally, they came apart, resting their foreheads against each other as they panted heavily. Katara’s arms remained wrapped around his neck as he kept his hands on her lower back, keeping them pressed together. They stood there for several long moments as their breathing and heart rates slowed down. Zuko cracked his eyes open and looked at her, wondering how far she still wanted to take this.
“Katara?” he asked quietly.
The mere speaking of her name held so many questions. If she was ok, what she wanted, what he could do for her, how he could help, what it was she needed. She didn’t answer with words though as she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him, her eyes shining with emotion and dark with desire. Zuko waited for her to make the next move, and she slowly unwrapped her arms from around his neck, held them up over her head, and waited.
Zuko inhaled as he realized what she wanted. He hesitated for a few moments before he slowly moved his hands from her lower back and ran them up her sides to grasp at the white, flimsy material of her soaked undershirt. He slowly drew it up her body so as not to startle her, and to give her the opportunity to change her mind if she chose to. Neither happened, and he lifted the shirt past her face and up her raised arms.
Once the shirt was free, he dropped it down beside them. Katara lowered her arms, her upper body covered only by her breast bindings, and Zuko’s eyes fell to her chest as it rose and fell in time with her breathing. He caught himself though and returned his attention to her face, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable by his staring.
He saw that her cheeks were flushed red and she looked shy. Her gaze was still heated though as she stared at him, and she slowly reached up to unclasp her mother’s necklace from around her neck. She carefully dropped it down onto her shirt, and then reached to the back of her head and removed the tie binding her wet hair together. It fell loose and free, and she ran her fingers through it a few times. Her hair smoothed out and fell in a wet curtain behind her as she dropped the hair tie to the ground and looked back at him. She paused for a moment before she reached for him again as she stepped forward.
This time, Zuko didn’t hesitate. His arms went around her as she stepped into them, and he pulled her close. Katara gasped into his mouth as they kissed again, and they immediately picked up where they left off. Deep, open-mouth kisses were exchanged as their tongues rubbed against and massaged each other’s. Their hands started exploring, and Katara’s began clawing at Zuko’s shirt as she began drawing it upward, exposing his well-toned chest. The material bunched up around his shoulder area since they couldn’t seem to stop kissing long enough to allow her to remove the material.
Zuko finally seemed to find enough willpower to pull away, allowing Katara to quickly pull his shirt over his head and down his arms, tossing it uselessly to the ground. He immediately pulled her to him again and started attacking her lips, but soon moved away from them as he began trailing kisses across her cheek and down her neck. Katara inhaled loudly as he kissed, sucked, and delivered little love bites to her neck and shoulder, tilting her head to the side to give him better access. He brushed aside some of her wet hair that was sticking to her shoulder as he tasted the rain and her heated flesh.
For several long moments, Zuko proceeded to attack her shoulder and neck as he listened to Katara’s panting breaths, her hands tangling in his hair to keep him close. But then she released him, running her hands down his arms. When she reached his hands, she took hold of them and stepped back. Zuko gave her a questioning look, and she slowly brought his hands up to her breast bindings, silently conveying what she wanted without words.
He didn’t move right away, and instead gave her another questioning look. “Are you sure?”
Her cheeks flushed harder and she averted her eyes, but she nodded, and he slowly began to unwrap her bindings. She let out a loud breath when he began, but remained where she was. She was tense, and Zuko could tell that she was nervous, but she made no sign of protest, verbal or non-verbal, and he slowly unwrapped her, exposing more and more of her naked chest to his gaze each time he unwound the bindings.
When at last of the bindings fell away, she stood before him with her chest bared, naked from the waist up, and Zuko stared at her in awe. Her breasts stood out before him, droplets of rain dripping off the ends of her hardened nipples, and Zuko’s mouth watered as he stared at them hungrily. There was no longer anything separating them, and Katara grew shy under his gaze and hugged herself, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Don’t do that, Katara,” he told her in a hushed voice, and reached up to take hold of her arms. He gently pulled them away from her chest, and she lowered them to her sides, letting him look at her. He stepped back to fully take in her topless form, looking at her with nothing less than desire. “You’re beautiful. Don’t ever be ashamed of your body.”
She blushed shyly, but did not cover herself again, and instead ran her own eyes appreciatively up his own chiseled chest, admiring his physique. Her heated gaze went up his body, settling on his face, and he could feel her looking at his scar. Then he was the one who was beginning to feel self-conscious until she spoke.
“You’re beautiful too,” she said in an equally hushed voice. “Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”
For some reason, that really hit Zuko. While he knew that Mai didn’t seem to be bothered by his scar, she had never said anything like that to him. And coming from Katara, he knew it was sincere, and he suddenly wanted her now more than ever. She seemed to pick up on his desire, because he saw the same appear in her eyes. He made a slight motion to reach for her, and she moved forward, stepping into his arms once more.
They embraced tightly as their lips met, and Katara moaned into his mouth as their bare chests pressed against each other. Both their arms circled the other, holding each other close, and Zuko felt Katara’s pebbled nipples poke into his chest as she rubbed against him. It sent a thrill through him, and his body reacted. Katara felt his hardness through their clothes, and she let out a gasp and whimpered against his lips. She pressed herself against him harder and raised a leg to wrap around his waist and thigh, allowing her to rub up against him.
Zuko groaned as one of hands fell down to her raised leg to support it and pull her more fully against him. He ground into her, and Katara broke the kiss as she gasped loudly at the friction. She rubbed up against his clothed length, closing her eyes as she leaned back, her face turned to the raining sky, pressing her lower region even harder against him. Zuko began tasting the rain against her skin as his lips ran down her neck towards her breasts as she thrust them towards him.
An even louder gasp of exclamation escaped Katara as his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. Her nails dug into his shoulders where she held on as he swirled his tongue around the hardened nub. Katara hissed and moaned as he ravished her, biting her bottom lip as she enjoyed the sensation. She lowered the leg she had wrapped around him as he set it down so he could hold her close as his other hand came up to take hold of her other breast. Moving his knee between her leg, he pressed it up against her center, earning him another groan, and she begun rubbing herself furiously against his leg as he suckled at her breast.
Thunder rumbled and lightning lit up the sky, and Katara felt as if individual bolts of electricity were flowing through her as Zuko’s hand and mouth gave both her breasts equal treatment. She had never experienced anything like this, not even in her own private moments, and she moaned in delight as her head hung back, her long hair hanging down behind her.
Then Zuko pulled her back up as he kissed his way back up her chest and neck to her face until they were kissing again. They held each other as they made-out for a good long while, and then Zuko slowly began to turn her around. His lips moved from hers and over her cheek as Katara turned in his arms until her back was pressed against his front. She pressed her bottom against his groin and rubbed against him, making him groan in response.
Burying his face into the crook of her neck, Zuko wrapped his arms around her, his right hand taking hold of one of her breasts as his left pressed against her flat stomach. Katara breathed heavily as he played with her nipple and his lips latched onto her pulse point, and she proceeded to rub her rear against his front. She reached back with one of her arms to tangle her hand in his hair as her other one settled on the hand that was pressed against her stomach, and the two of them slowly moved together as if performing an erotic dance.
Slowly, Zuko moved the hand that was on her stomach lower, making sure to give her plenty of time to protest. Her hand that had been covering his gripped his wrist, but not to stop him, and she gave no sign of wanting him to. In fact, the lower his hand went, the louder and more rapid her breathing became.
His hand slowly slipped into her pants, pushing past her undergarments. He felt his finger run through her wet curls until he felt the heat of her core. She gasped loudly when he actually cupped her, and her grip on his wrist and hair tightened considerably. She was wet, very wet, and not from the rain, her body’s natural lubrication providing a clear distinction from the water that soaked them both. He gently rubbed a finger against her slit, making Katara moan. He humped against her backside as they moved together, and Zuko panted in her ear as he rubbed her.
When he slid his middle finger inside her, Katara cried out and threw her head back. Zuko held her close as she rested her head back on his shoulder, and he began stroking her insides. She was tight around his finger, which made sense since she was inexperienced, yet she still offered no word of protest. In fact, with the way she pushed his hand harder against her, she was actually encouraging him.
Zuko continued to stroke and rub inside her, making Katara pant and moan. He eventually added a second finger, and she let out an almost pained whimper, biting her bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood. The hand on her breast played with her top as the one in her pants teased her below, and the sounds she emitted only encouraged him.
Releasing his wrist, Katara reached behind him and gripped his rear, pulling him more into her as he humped against her backside, his middle and ring fingers thrusting into and rubbing her inside her. She cried out loudly when he discovered her G-spot, nearly pulling away from him, and her pleasured moans grew louder and more frequent as he focused on that spot, continuing to bring her closer to the edge.
Her mouth hung open as her breathing increased, and she turned her head as far back as it could go, allowing them to resume kissing. Whimpering into his mouth, her hips continued to move in time with his stroking fingers as she made circles with her bottom against his groin. Squeezing his rear, she pushed more firmly against him, making him hiss as their kiss broke, and Katara turned away and leaned her head back against him again as she felt something building up in her core, grinding her rear against his crotch all the more.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped out, feeling herself getting close.
Stopping was the absolute last thing on Zuko’s mind, and his lips returned to her neck once more. He wanted to make her feel good, and he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her as his thumb rubbed her clit. She ground her hips against his hand in response as she rode his fingers, making small circles against his front with her bottom. The movement of her hips as she rubbed against him had worked her sleeping pants and undergarments down until they were practically beneath her rear, and still he continued to work her as he felt her grow wetter and wetter under his touch.
She suddenly cried out, and her entire body began shaking furiously. Zuko felt a rush of liquid against his fingers as she came, her insides clamping against his digits and her thighs squeezing his hand. Her legs started to give out and he pulled his fingers out of her, placing his hand on her stomach to steady her as she rode out her orgasm. She continued to shake for several long seconds before she began to settle down, panting heavily. Zuko held her to him, supporting her weak legs, and pressed chaste kisses to her shoulder as she slumped against him.
Once she had calmed and could stand on her own again, she turned in his arms and pressed a long, lingering kiss to his lips. “Thank you…” she whispered.
Zuko didn’t respond as she pulled back, not sure what to say after that. Inside his pants, his erection strained against its confinements, but he ignored it as he stared at Katara’s flushed face. He watched as she chewed on her bottom lip for a few moments, seemingly in contemplation, then slowly crouched down in front of him. She sat on the grass and pushed her pants and undergarments the rest of the way down her legs and off, tossing them beside her shirt, leaving her completely bare to the elements and his gaze.
Zuko only caught a brief glimpse of the triangle of brown curls between her legs before she got on her knees and shifted closer to him. Then she reached up and grasped his pants, pulling them down along with his bottoms. Zuko swallowed, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest as his cock sprang free. He noticed the blush on Katara’s face deepen when it came out, and she averted her eyes as she pulled his pants and bottoms down to bunch around his ankles. She gave them a light tug, and Zuko lifted one foot and then the other, allowing her to pull them free and push them aside.
Now he was just as naked as she was, both of them covered in only a layer of water from the rain. Katara remained on her knees, once again looking shy. Slowly, she raised her eyes to look at his erect member, and they widened at the sight before her. Zuko took that as a good sign and felt himself blush when she began staring at it almost curiously.
His breath caught though when she slowly raised her hand and touched it. Her fingers barely grazed his member, and it twitched in response, making her pull her hand back slightly in surprise. But then she reached for it again, and Zuko felt her fingers slowly circle around it. He let out a groan as her soft hand gripped him and gently began moving up and down his length. She seemed almost fascinated by it, and glanced up at Zuko to see his reaction. He let her do as she willed with him, his hands clenched tightly at his sides.
She returned her gaze to his member, and slowly moved her face closer. Zuko struggled to restrain himself as he felt her press a light kiss to the head. This was followed by another, closer to the tip, before her tongue poked out and licked up the clear bead of pre-cum that had gathered there that the rain had not managed to wash away.
Letting out a deep exhale from his nose, Zuko glanced down at her. He noted the way she observed his cock, and when her grip on it changed and she angled it, he realized what she was about to do. “Katara, you don’t have to.”
She glanced up at him, her expression wanting. “I want to, Zuko. I want to make you feel good too. Please?”
As if she actually needed his permission. He was most definitely not opposed to this. He may have slept with Mai, but not even she did this that often. He didn’t want Katara to do anything that she didn’t want to do though, but that didn’t seem to be the case, so he said nothing and let her do what she wanted.
At his silence, she looked back at his swollen head and moved closer. Opening her mouth, she took him inside her hot, wet cavern, and Zuko threw back his head, letting out a loud groan. Katara was hesitant at first, moving her head around as she gently sucked and swirled her tongue around the head. Zuko enjoyed everything she did and tried to convey that with pleased grunts.
When she seemed to grow more comfortable with what she was doing, her hands moved to grip his hips, and she began slowly bobbing her head. Zuko huffed and groaned as her mouth worked over him. He couldn’t believe he actually doing this with Katara of all people. His hands found their way to the back of her head, almost without him realizing it, and his fingers tangled in her hair as they moved along with her head, massaging her scalp encouragingly.
At the feel of his hands in her hair, she pulled back and looked up at him questioningly. “Am I doing it right?” she asked shyly.
Zuko almost wanted to laugh at just how right she did do it. “You’re doing it perfectly.”
A shy smile crossed her face, and she returned her attention to his member, opening her mouth to take him back inside. Zuko groaned loudly and began making small thrusting motions forward with his hips in time with her movements, but she didn’t seem bothered by it. If anything, it seemed to encourage her. She grew bolder and started going faster and sucking harder, and Zuko bit the inside of his cheek to control himself, feeling like he was going to go crazy.
This went on for a time, until she suddenly took him deep, her nose burying in his pubic hair. Zuko gasped loudly as he felt her throat muscles massage his length. He gripped her hair tightly as his face scrunched up, and he let out an agonized grunt as he growled out her name, the feel of her having taken him into her throat was almost more than he could stand.
When the need for air became too great, she pulled back, and his organ fell free from her mouth. He released her as she panted heavily, trying to get the air she had been denied during her ministrations. She looked up at him, grabbing his hands, and Zuko looked down at her, surprised by what he saw. Katara looked almost ravenous, her eyes dark and shining with arousal, a deep blush coloring her cheeks, breathing hard not just from a lack of air, but from desire. She pulled down on his hands, and Zuko obliged, moving to sit on the soft grass in front of her.
Katara immediately crawled on top of him, moving to sit in his lap. Her legs went on either side of him and her hands went to his shoulders. She panted heavily as she sat in his lap and looked down. He followed her gaze, and they both observed his erection trapped between them, pointing straight up as it pressed against her nether region. They both locked eyes as they looked at each other, Katara’s flushed cheeks standing out against her dark skin as she panted.
She shifted closer until his cock was trapped between his stomach and her slit. Then she began to move. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she ground herself against him, pressing against his erection. Her nether-lips spread open, hugging the length of his cock as she rubbed against it. Her movements caused her slit to slide up and down his length, sending ripples of pleasure through both of them.
She rose and fell in his lap as she slid on his length, and his hands found their way to her bottom and grasped her cheeks, helping her to move. One of her hands went to the back of his head and she pulled him in, smashing her lips against his. Her breasts proceeded to graze his chest as she bounced on his lap, massaging herself along his length as he pressed her to him. She whimpered into his mouth as she kept their lips mashed together, then suddenly released him as she arched her back.
Balancing on her hands, she leaned back as her hips continued to move more furiously. Zuko moved one of his hands from her rear to her lower back to help support her as his other hand rested behind him to help keep himself upright. Katara moved her hips faster and faster, working herself up into a frenzy, her eyes closed and her face scrunched up, almost as if she were in pain. One of her hands returned to grasp at his shoulder for support as she continued moving against him, never allowing penetration, as she coated his length with her wetness faster than the falling rain could wash it away.
Suddenly, Zuko couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to feel her against him. He pulled her towards him, and Katara went willingly, wrapping her arms around his neck as both of his went around her. She continued to hump against him, resting her chin on his shoulder as she emitted gasps and pants as her hips moved.
This was more than Zuko ever expected to happen, and just when he thought that they would both ride out their releases like this, Katara suddenly pulled back, looking as if she had reached her limit of what she could take. She rose up slightly, and Zuko watched as she reached between them and took hold of his length. She pointed it at her entrance and began to lower her hips, the tip of his head beginning to push past her nether-lips.
Realization suddenly flew through Zuko’s head. Based on all the signs, Katara was still a virgin; he’d even felt her maidenhead earlier with his fingers. He knew that the Water Tribe was a lot more reserved than the Fire Nation when it came to sex, and a woman’s virginity was something that was highly valued. While he wanted nothing more than to complete this act with her, he also knew that this would be something that she could never take back, and he didn’t want her to do something she would regret later.
“Katara wait,” he managed to gasp out. “I… This is… Are you sure?”
Face flushed, still breathing heavily, she placed a kiss to his lips. “I’m sure, Zuko. I want this. I need this.” She began to lower her hips. “Oh, gods, I need this.”
Her hips lowered further, slowly taking more of him inside her, and Zuko felt himself come in contact with her virgin barrier. She paused for a moment before taking a deep breath and suddenly dropping down hard and fast, and Zuko felt himself tear through the thin, fleshy membrane, taking him all the way down to the root so she was fully seated on him as they finally connected, the two of them merging into one.
Katara cried out loudly, her face twisting with pain, but she kept her hips pressed against his. Zuko held her close, hugging her to him tightly, ignoring how her nails scratched into his back. He whispered soothing words in her ear as she squeezed him with her legs, waiting for the pain of her torn hymen and newly stretched muscles to pass.
Thunder rumbled above them as he continued to hold the Waterbender in his arms, using every ounce of willpower he had not to immediately start thrusting up into her as he gave her time to adjust, and so he focused on his breathing as he tried to keep still. He couldn’t believe she had just done that; she had actually given her virginity to him of all people. This act would bind them together forever, there was no going back now.
But then again, he knew the impact that war could have on people, especially on those who got involved with the fighting. Soldiers often took comfort in the form of carnal pleasure wherever they could get it as a way to decompress, and he supposed that Katara was no different. She too needed an escape from everything and to feel alive, and sex was one of the most basic ways to do this. And she had chosen him as her partner, to take comfort in his arms.
Slowly, Katara began to relax. The hold of her arms and legs loosened, and she slowly pulled back, taking deep breaths as she got used to the feel of him. He studied her face, looking for traces of pain, and noted that she still had some signs of discomfort. He knew that many people were unaware that the pain of a woman’s first time wasn’t merely from the tearing of their maidenhead, but also from their inner channel being stretched out in ways it never had before, and he wanted to make sure she was no longer in pain before they continued.
“Are you ok?” he asked in concern.
After a few moments, she nodded, not yet opening her eyes. “Yes, I’m ok. I just… Let me try something.”
She rose up to a squatting position, and Zuko almost wanted to protest as he slipped out of her, his length coated in her virgin blood that the rain began to wash away. She then held up a hand and swirled it around gathering some rain water in her palm. It began glowing as she brought her hand between her legs, and a tendril of water slipped inside her. Zuko’s eyes widened as he heard her inhale, and he realized what she was doing; she was using her Waterbending to heal herself.
When she was finished, she disposed of the water, dyed red with her virgin blood, then took his member in her hand again. For the second time, she lined him up, and then began to lower herself down onto him. Zuko let out a groan as he slipped inside her once more, and this time there was only a sign of mild discomfort on Katara’s face. With her hands on his shoulders to maintain balance, she continued to slide down until her hips met his, their pubic hair meshing together, her brown curls becoming entwined with his black ones. They gasped in unison as he bottomed out at the entrance of her womb.
After a few moments, Katara adjusted her position to wrap her legs around him once more. Once she was situated, they simply sat there, Katara in his lap, him deep inside her, the two of them breathing heavily, and Zuko stared at her as she kept her eyes closed, seemingly enjoying the sensation of being filled, the discomfort fading.
He took note of the small flickering of her closed eyelids, the little opening and closing of her mouth, the sudden inhale from her nose. Even minor movements she made caused a wave of pleasure to flow over his cock and spread throughout his whole body. He did his best to remain still in case she still felt any pain, but if he didn’t start moving soon, he thought he was going to go insane.
“Katara?” he asked.
Her eyes cracked open and she looked at him. She held his gaze for several long moments before looking down between them at the sight of their hips pressed together, then looked at him again.
“You’re inside me,” she whispered, almost sounding in awe.
“Yes,” he breathed in response, his toes curling as her inner muscles massaged his length. “How do you feel?”
Her eyes slowly drifted closed again, and she shifted in his lap, seemingly trying to find the right words. “Full… Complete…” She opened her eyes again, looking at him in sheer amazement. “Wonderful.”
She continued staring at him, and Zuko took her hand interlocking their fingers. Katara’s gaze went to their linked hands, and she watched as he tenderly pressed a kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes then returned to his, and they locked gazes. Slowly, Katara brought her other hand up and cupped his cheek, her fingers gently caressing his scar.
Zuko returned the gesture, gently cupping her cheek with his other hand as he continued to hold her other one. Katara turned her head and nuzzled into his palm, then her eyes went back to him again. Her thumb stroked his cheek, and then her eyes drifted down to his mouth. She ran her finger over his lips, then gave him an almost pleadingly look.
“Kiss me, Zuko,” she breathed out in a hushed voice. “Please, kiss me.”
He did so, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers, and their eyes drifted shut as they gently kissed. This time though, Katara took the lead, gently tracing Zuko’s lips with her tongue. Zuko opened up for her, and Katara’s tongue probed slightly before she slipped it into his mouth to rub up against his. And when she withdrew, he followed after her, slipping his own tongue into her mouth and coiling it with hers.
Releasing his hand, Katara’s arms wrapped around him as his went around her back as they continued to leisurely kiss for what felt like hours, but then they eventually came apart, and Zuko pressed his forehead against hers as they stared at each other. His body was demanding that he start moving, but he did his best to keep still, wanting her to finish adjusting to his invasion, and instead gently placed his hands on her hips, keeping her pressed against him as her hands moved to grip his shoulders. But with the way her inner muscles were squeezing and massaging his length, he didn’t think he could resist for much longer.
“Are you ok to continue?” he asked when he felt he could no longer stand it.
Licking her lips, she looked into his eyes uncertainly and wiggled her hips slightly. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, but…” She blushed and turned away, looking embarrassed. “I don’t really know what to do.”
She felt her face heat up further at her own words. She knew what sex entailed and understood the basics, but that was different from really knowing how to go about the act itself, and she was completely inexperienced in that area. So far, she had only been doing what had felt good and what she had heard about from others.
Zuko almost laughed at her response. So far, she had been doing everything right in his opinion. Reaching up, he gently cupped her cheek and turned her to look back at him, giving her a reassuring smile. “You’re doing beautifully. Just do whatever feels good.”
Katara stared at him for a few moments, then glanced down at his chest. She slowly removed one of her hands from where she was gripping his shoulder and almost hesitantly placed it on over his heart. She inhaled lightly through her nose as she pressed her hand flat against him, feeling his heart beating rapidly in his chest, and then began slowly running her hand over him, feeling his muscles.
She slid her hand over his chest, then up to his face, her fingers grazing over his cheek, his lips, then back down to his chest once more. Her other hand then came down as well as she began tracing her hands over him, her touch sending chills through Zuko’s body. He let her explore him for a little while, but then her eyes slowly moved up from her hands on his chest to lock eyes with him.
“Touch me,” she whispered to him.
Letting out a breath, Zuko lowered his gaze to her chest, then slowly brought his own hands up and gently cupped her breasts. Katara’s mouth opened slightly as she inhaled loudly, her eyes briefly fluttering shut at his touch, and then she resumed running her hands over him as well.
Zuko was gentle with his touches, and slowly began massaging her breasts, causing a shiver to run through her, even though she was anything but cold. He could feel that her heart was beating just as fast as his, and he slowly slid his hands over her chest, her sides, her stomach, just as her own hands traveled over him. They continued to sit still as they explored each other for the next couple of minutes, but the need to start moving continued to grow between them, and they seemed to gravitate closer towards each other.
As his hands moved down to her hips, Katara’s own hands soon found place on his shoulders once more, and they locked gazes. They stared into each other’s eyes for a good long while, and then Zuko slowly leaned in and gently kissed her. She kissed him back, tenderly at first, and then more heatedly, and he responded in kind.
Testing the waters, he shifted beneath her, thrusting upward ever so slightly, and Katara gasped. He did it again, with a little more force this time, and she gasped again, louder this time. As they continued to stare into each other’s eyes, she too began to move, moving her hips similarly to how she had when she had been grinding up against him, only this time with him inside her.
The sensation caused them both to gasp, and Katara began repeating the movements. She breathed deeply as her arms snaked around him, hugging him to her, and his own arms went around her as well, holding her close as his lips found hers again. Instinct took over inexperience, and they began moving together. They soon found a rhythm, her thrusting down onto him as he thrusted up into her, grinding their nether regions together.
They panted in each other’s mouths as they kissed, holding each other close, Katara’s chest rubbing his as she rose and fell in his lap, gasping loudly at the feel of him moving inside her. She hugged him tightly, crushing her breasts against his chest, and her legs locked around him as her nails dug into his back, the pleasure they were both feeling eliminating any lingering embarrassment or awkwardness.
Zuko tore his mouth from her and hissed at the feel of her nails grazing his back. Katara pulled him in close again, pressing her face against his as her hands traveled all over his body. Their mouths met as their hands rapidly ran over their partner, eager to feel every part of them as their mouths met again and again. They seemed completely unable to stop kissing each other, to stop touching each other, moving against each other in a manner that was almost desperate, trying to feel everywhere all at once.
Slipping his hand between them, Zuko groped one of her breasts, and she responded by throwing her head back with a loud gasp. She held onto one of his shoulders to keep herself upright while her other hand grasped his leg as she leaned back. Zuko held onto her hip with one hand while the hand that had grasped her breast began running all over her body. Katara’s mouth hung open as sat in his lap, rocking her hips against him, her wet hair slapping against her back with every movement.
As she turned her face to the sky, fully exposing her throat to him, Zuko leaned forward to latch his lips onto to her neck, making her groan. He left a trail of open-mouth kisses down to her breasts, and Katara bit her bottom lip as he pressed his face into her chest, tasting her wet skin. He gave one of her nipples a light nibble and Katara gasped out loud and hugged herself to him again, resting her chin on his shoulder, and they panted and moaned in each other’s ears. They were as close as two people could possibly be, their movements slowly speeding up as their passion continued to rise.
Long minutes passed as they continued moving against each other until Katara practically began thrashing around in his arms as he held her to him, her moans increasing in volume and frequency. She buried her face into his shoulder, and Zuko felt her teeth bite into his flesh to hold back her pleasured scream, but he didn’t care, and merely let out a hiss of pleasure as he kept her pressed against him, his hands running up and down her back.
Tangling his hand in her hair, he pulled her head back and kissed her furiously. Her arms slid from around him to the back of his head and the center of his back as she returned his passion with equal fervor before pulling back and taking a big gulp of air, then resting her forehead against his as she continued to move in his lap more aggressively. Her face scrunched up more and more until she almost looked desperate as her breathing and movements increased.
“Zuko…” she panted heavily, “I’m… I’m…”
“Do it, Katara,” he told her breathlessly. “Let go. Take your pleasure.”
A whimper escaped her, and her hands returned to his shoulders. She suddenly unwrapped her legs from around him and pushed him down to lay flat on his back as she laid on top of him and continued moving, alternating between rubbing her body against him and then rapidly bouncing her lower body on him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she held his head in her hands and rained kisses all across his face before fastening her lips to his and forcing her tongue into his mouth. His own tongue tangled with hers and his hips rose up to meet hers as she bounced on him, his hands eventually going down to take grip her rear, massaging her bottom cheeks while assisting in her movements.
Lifting up so she could look down at him, Katara let out a series of moans as he thrusted up into her. He stared up at her as well, entranced at the look of ecstasy on her face as her wet hair surrounded them like a curtain, as if to encase them in their own private world. That world opened up as her hair fell back when she lifted her head to the sky, gasping loudly as she rose up to sit astride him, her hair now sticking to her face and chest. Reaching up, Zuko brushed her hair aside to reveal her breasts and face once more, and Katara grabbed his hands. She placed them over her breasts, silently telling him to touch her.
Feeling her pebbled nipples poking his palms, he began massaging and kneading the firm globes. Katara’s own hands pressed against his chest to help her keep balance, her legs on either side of his hips as she gyrated her hips while trying to keep him as deeply inside her as possible. She never imagined anything could feel so incredible. It was all-consuming, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
Zuko’s hands continued to caress Katara’s breasts as her hips continued to move in undulation. But as her movements became more erratic, he ran them down her body to grasp her bottom once more, helping to guide their rhythm. Her nails dug into his skin, leaving little quarter-moon marks as she furiously moved her hips forward and back, like the waves crashing against the shore, repeatedly hissing out her pleasure as she stared down at him hungrily.
Zuko grit his teeth to maintain control as Katara rode him, lost in her passion, and kept his hands on her hips to help her movements as he held her pressed against him. Her eyes shut tightly and her mouth dropped open as she panted, lifting her face to the sky as her movements becoming more and more wild. When he sensed that she was close, Zuko moved one of his hands to where they were connected. He pressed his hand against her lower stomach, feeling his own member moving around inside her, and began stroking her clit with his thumb.
Crying out in response, Katara’s hands came up to tangle in her hair as she wildly shook her head before she began running them all over her body, caressing herself. Her wet hair clung to her body, and she pushed it behind her before her hands settled on her own breasts, squeezing and massaging them in her grip as she moved on top of him like and erotic dancer lost to the beat of music, her hips pressed flush against his. Her mouth went back and forth every few seconds between biting her bottom lip and opening to gasp in pleasure.
Zuko proceeded to roll his hips up into her as he stroked her sensitive spot, and Katara’s hands came down to find both of his. Pulling them away from between her legs and hip, she interlocked their fingers as she rocked her hips forward and back with him buried deep. Her eyes were still closed, but Zuko watched her as she rode him. She was so much more passionate and responsive than Mai. She truly looked gorgeous with her flushed skin, a blush on her cheeks, eyes squeezed shut, and kiss-swollen lips slightly parted as she gasped for breath. Seeing her lost in the depths of passion was almost enough to make him cum as her movements brought him closer to the edge.
Katara got there first. She screamed loudly, her cry getting lost as thunder rumbled, and her whole body tensed up as she began trembling all over, a flush spreading across her dark skin as she came in a rush. It took everything he had not to spill himself inside her as he felt her cum on him, and he watched as her mouth opened and closed as she tried to gasp for air. He decided then and there that there was nothing more sexy or erotic than the sight of Katara in the throes of orgasm.
Suddenly, the rain around them stopped falling. No, it didn’t just stop falling, all the water around them began rising up into the air as Katara shook on top of him. It was as if gravity itself had vanished as the water rose up past them in an imitation of the dome of water she had created when she had confronted Yon Rha, creating a dry patch with a circumference a few meters wide that the two of them were in the center of, leaving them both dry. The act seemed completely unintentional on her part as she continued to climax.
She suddenly became unable to hold herself up and released his hands as she fell forward on top of him, her whole body trembling. Barely noticing the sudden lack of water on and around them, Zuko held her close as she continued to ride out her orgasm, doing his best to keep still so he would not cum himself. He knew that this was most likely a one-time event brought on by stress and high emotion, and he didn’t want it to end yet. He attempted to maintain control of himself with his breathing exercises, but it wasn’t easy, especially with Katara quivering on top of him as her pussy milked his cock.
He somehow managed to keep himself from cumming, and Katara started to quiet down. All the water that had risen into the air suddenly came splashing down on them, and they were soaked once more, but they barely reacted to it as the rain resumed pouring down on them. Katara laid on top of him, breathing heavily, both of them feeling the other’s rapid heartbeat against their chest.
After some time, Katara lifted herself up slightly and began pressing kisses to his chest as she ran her hands along his muscles, making her way back up to his face and lips. Zuko held her close and slowly sat them up into a sitting position so she was seated in his lap again, and they began exchanging chaste kisses. As far as either of them were concerned, the whole experience had been utterly perfect, and neither of them found that they could bring themselves to regret any of it.
Katara shifted in his lap, feeling him still hard and throbbing inside her, and she realized that he hadn’t finished. She may have been inexperienced, but she knew the basics of how sex worked, and ended. “Zuko, you didn’t…”
She trailed off, looking shy again. Zuko just gave her a small smile and kissed her. “It’s ok.” He shifted her in his arms. “Hold onto me.”
He held her tight as he shifted to his knees, and Katara gasped loudly as she was practically impaled on him. He began to rise, and her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly as she clung to him. He didn’t set her down when he managed to get to his feet, and instead carried her back to the cave and out of the rain, leaving their wet clothes behind. Little whimpers and gasps escaped her with every step he took as she remained impaled on his member, pressing kisses to his shoulder and neck as she hung onto him.
Once they were inside, he used his foot to drag his own sleeping bag closer to the fire before gently setting her down on top of it to protect her from the flat but rough floor of the cave. He reluctantly slipped out of her warmth as he set her down, and she unwound her arms and legs from around him. They looked at each other for a few moments before he leaned in and gave her a long and leisurely kiss, gently pushing her to lay down. He then began trailing kisses down her body, getting closer and closer to the juncture of her legs.
“Zuko?” Katara asked shyly as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.
He looked up at her, noting her flushed, embarrassed face, and he gently stroked her hip. “Let me do this for you, Katara. I’m going to make you feel good.”
Her face heated further and she averted her eyes in embarrassment. Slowly though, her legs open, granting him access to her, and Zuko resumed kissing around her lower region. He desperately wanted to taste her, that much was true, but it wasn’t the only reason he was doing this; he also needed a short break to regain some of his stamina, otherwise he wasn’t going to last long once they resumed their activities, and he wasn’t ready for this to be over yet.
Ignoring his own need, he ran his tongue over her slit. Katara gasped loudly, her hips rising into the air as her back arched off the ground. Zuko gently placed a hand on top of her to help keep her still as he tasted her again, and he listened to her whimper in response as he held her down. He proceeded to stimulate her with his tongue, running it across her slit and over her clit, making her mewl in response.
Katara shifted about, unable to keep still as she emitted moans and gasps. As one of her hands twisted the material of the sleeping bag in her grasp, the other went to her mouth and she bit down her finger in a futile attempt to keep quiet. Zuko wouldn’t let her though, wanting to hear her sounds of pleasure, and sucked on her clit, causing her to loudly cry out, her back arching off the ground again. Zuko shifted closer, draping her legs over his shoulders, and returned his mouth to her nether region, sucking on her clit.
A particularly loud moan escaped her, and she went from biting her finger to covering her mouth. Pausing when he heard her muffled response, Zuko lifted his mouth from her nether-region and looked up at her.
“No, Katara, don’t silence yourself,” he told her. “Let it all out. I want to hear you.”
Katara’s face burned with embarrassment, and she covered her face with her hands. “It’s embarrassing.”
He resisted the urge to chuckle. She had been plenty vocal while they had been in the rain and hadn’t show any embarrassment then. How strange that she would show shyness now. But perhaps she had simply been caught up in the moment back then.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Katara,” he assured her. “I like hearing the sounds you make. Don’t hide them from me.”
He waited for her to comply, and slowly one of her hands moved away from her face. Her other one stopped to keep her mouth covered for a few seconds, but then she let that one fall away too. She stared up at the cave ceiling in anticipation, and Zuko lowered his head between her legs once more. She practically jumped when she felt his mouth on her again, and then let out another moan when she felt his tongue slip inside her, no longer attempting to hide her sounds of pleasure as he worshipped her with his mouth.
With the exception of their wet hair, the rising temperature of their bodies and the heat from the fire and cave’s humidity soon dried the rain water off both of them, but a new moisture soon beaded their skin as the heat of passion caused them to perspire. Katara in particular became covered in a fine sheen of sweat as her body reacted to Zuko’s ministrations, causing her to gleam in the firelight as she thrashed her head side to side, unable to keep still or quiet. And when Zuko fully latched his mouth onto her and stuck his tongue inside her, she practically screamed, her hands flying down to grasp his hair, pushing his face into her.
Zuko continued to feast on her as he listened to Katara’s cries of “Oh, gods!” over the sound of Appa’s snores and the rain coming down outside. Mewling sobs escaped her as he sucked on her clit, and she gripped his hair to the point of it becoming painful, pulling his head closer until his face was practically buried in her crotch. He kept a grip on her hips in a futile attempt to keep her still as her legs occasionally squeezed his head, the bent limbs resting on either side of him. His cock ached, demanding its own attention, especially after the release it had been denied earlier, but he continued to ignore his own needs for now. This was about Katara, and he intended to give her as much pleasure as possible before he worried about his own.
He could tell she was getting close with the way her body was tensing up and with the tightening of her grip on his hair. She rose up slightly, her face scrunched up, and he rapidly swirled his tongue around inside her. Then she screamed as she broke, her head falling back and her body rising completely off the cave floor as her back arched, her legs squeezing his head between her thighs. He thought she was going to end up pulling out handfuls of his hair as she gripped his black locks tightly, pressing him more firmly into her as he lapped up her juices as they poured out of her.
She finally released his hair, leaving his scalp aching, as her hands went up to grip her own hair. She panted heavily as small tremors ran through her, even after her orgasm subsided. Zuko proceeded to lick up her nectar before he began crawling up her sweat-soaked body, his cock throbbing in anticipation for its turn.
As he made his way up her body, he saw that one of her arms was draped over her face, covering her eyes. He slowly reached out and took her arm, pulling it away from her flushed face. Her eyes were closed, but he saw tears in her lashes, and trails of them ran down the sides of her face. It made him feel a great deal of pride to know that he had actually pleased her enough to bring her to tears. And as her eyes opened and she look up at him, a few more teardrops escaped as a blush colored her cheeks.
“Hi,” she said shyly.
Zuko gave her a small smile. “Hi.”
She returned his smile with a bashful one her own and reached up, drawing his face down to hers, and they kissed. Her blush deepened when she tasted herself on him, but she only pulled him closer, and Zuko gently laid down on top of her as their lips moved against each other, his erection trapped between them. Katara felt it hot and hard against her stomach, and after exchanging a few more kisses, pulled away.
She glanced down, and Zuko lifted himself up slightly so she could see down the length of their bodies, and he looked down at his own twitching member as well. They both looked at each other again and Katara shifted underneath him, spreading her legs as she opened herself up to him and cradled him between her thighs.
Zuko shifted above her, aligning his hips, and pressed himself at her entrance, the tip of his bulbous head pushing her nether-lips open. His gaze met hers as she looked at him expectantly, and then gave him a nod. Keeping their eyes locked on each other the entire time, he slowly pushed himself inside her until their hips met, and Katara’s mouth fell open as she sucked in a deep breath at the feel of him filling her once more.
They laid like that for several long moments with him buried inside her as they gazed into each other’s eyes, their breathing slightly ragged. Zuko reached up and brushed aside a few strands of her wet hair that were sticking to her face, then slowly leaned down and kissed her. Katara kissed him back, opening her mouth to tangle her tongue with his, and then let out a breathy gasp as Zuko started moving.
He slowly thrusted in and out of her, giving her time to find a rhythm in this new position, and soon she was matching his thrusts, her hips rising to meet his. Their hands caressed each other, his running up her sides and over her breasts as hers ran up and down his back and over his sides and rear, the slower speed and consistent eye-contact making the experience far more intimate. They moved like this for a time, exchanging kisses every so often.
Katara looked down between them, and Zuko lifted himself up more, allowing them both to watch as his length moved and disappeared in and out of her. They watched as their bodies met again and again for a short while, and then their eyes found each other once more. Katara lifted her head to kiss him, and then rested it back down as she hugged him to her, bringing him as close as possible as he continued to move within her, and she closed her eyes as she panted and whimpered in his ear.
As the minutes ticked by, moans and heavy breathing echoed throughout the cave as what began as slow and sensual gradually progressed to a faster and more passionate pace. Zuko pressed his lips to hers again, swallowing her moans, and their kisses became more heated as their movements began speeding up. Katara’s body jerked beneath him as Zuko thrusted into her, the air in her lungs escaping her in a gasp each time.
Their breathing grew more labored and their moans more frequent as they moved together in an ancient dance as old as time, the layer of sweat coating their bodies causing them to glisten in the firelight as they rubbed against each other. Right now, they were the only two people in the world as they strived for completion. All their problems with the war and everything else had been left behind to be washed away in the rain as they completely lost track of where one ended and the other began, giving and taking from their partner as they got more and more lost in each other, as if truly becoming one being.
Katara clung to him, squeezing her inner muscles around his length each time he pulled out and relaxing when he pushed back in. Every nerve in her body felt like it was alive and on fire, and she began thrashing her head side to side, causing her hair to stick to her face as she writhed beneath him, unable to stop moving. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she arched into him, her head hanging back and her mouth wide open as she struggled for breath.
“Oh, La, Zuko!” she managed to cry out amongst her uneven breathing and high-pitched moans, all other speech seemingly lost to her.
Looking down at her, Zuko brought his hands up and brushed her hair out of her face, cupping her cheeks to keep her head still, and he kissed her hard. She moaned into his mouth, returning his kisses almost desperately as her legs circled around his hips and locked around his waist, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper. She felt him press against her cervix, and her arms snaked around him as she began clawing at his back, her nails leaving red marks behind. Muffled sounds of pleasure escaped her every time his hips met hers, and he emitted his own blissful grunts, glad that he had taken the time to recover some of his stamina in order to continue like this, otherwise this might be over already.
When he felt himself getting close, he stopped, keeping himself buried deep. Rising up above her, he took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself and maintain control. With his eyes closed, he took slow, deep breaths as he felt his cock twitch inside her, demanding to resume his thrusting, but he ignored his body’s demands as he focused on his breathing. He could hear Katara panting underneath him, feel her inner muscles working over him, every little movement she made sending a wave of pleasure flowing over him, but he kept himself in check until he was sure he was in control again.
As he regulated his breathing and his body calmed down, he felt a soft touch to his cheek. He looked down to see that Katara had removed her arms from around him and one of her hands was now cupping his cheek, her thumb over his scar. She was looking up at him with eyes full of emotion and desire as her fingers gently caressed his cheek.
“It’s ok,” she told him in a gentle voice. “You can lose control. I want you to. I want it all. Let me feel it.”
Her other hand came up and rested against his chest. She began running her palm over him, feeling his hard muscles, and the beads of sweat covering his front began following the paths of her fingers, drawn to their movements through her Waterbending, and the feeling sent a shiver running through him. Still holding himself up, one of Zuko’s hands came up to cover the one cupping his cheek and he turned his face into it, nuzzling her palm and pressing a kiss to her fingers. He then leaned down, feeling her breasts take the place of her hand as they pressed against his chest, her pebbled nipples poking into him, and he kissed her.
The two exchanged heated kisses, and Katara’s arms slowly wrapped around him once more as one of his hands grasped her shoulder and the other cupped the back of her head. Zuko slowly began moving inside her again as they proceeded to kiss. His movements slowly speeding up, and Katara’s hold on him tightened as their breathing started to increase once more. Eventually, their faster pass resumed, and soon Zuko was once again rapidly thrusting into her as she hugged herself to him, their lips sealed together as they kissed, only breaking contact to suck in air when it was needed.
Pulling himself back until he was almost out of her, he paused for a few moments before slamming back in hard. Katara practically screamed into his mouth. He did it again, and again, and each time she let out a loud squeal when his hips met hers. The brief pauses helped him to regain micro-moments of stamina, but the drive to pound into her fast and hard was too great, and he resumed his quicker pace. Katara seemed to prefer it as well as she began moaning and whimpering into his mouth almost nonstop.
Detaching his lips from her to take in a much-needed breath of air, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she did the same to him as they moved in sync, panting heavily in each other’s ears as they held the other close. Katara was sweating profoundly, as was he. She didn’t think she had ever been this hot before in her life, and somewhere in the back of her pleasure filled mind, she briefly wondered if it was because Zuko was a Firebender. The thought only lasted for a moment before she was carried away by the rising ecstasy building inside her.
She didn’t know how long they continued on like that, him thrusting inside her with her arms and legs coiled around him. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, but it felt like an eternity, a blissfully, delightful eternity of heat and pleasure that she didn’t want to end. All she knew was the exquisite feelings of ecstasy he was giving to her body that she did her best to return. And as her breathing seemed to increase further, her hands moved from being wrapped around him to clutch at the back of his head and the center of his back as she uncrossed her legs, letting them hang in the air on either side of his hips as her toes curled in delight.
Zuko did his best to hold back his climax when felt himself getting close once more. He rose up and looked down at her, and Katara’s hands moved to grip his shoulders to try and hold him close as he increased the speed of his thrusts. He reached up and brushed aside the hair sticking to her face, wanting to fully see her blissful expressions. His eyes fell to her lips, hanging open in an ‘O’ shape as she panted, and he lowered his head to kiss her again. Katara’s hands grasped the back of his head, keeping his mouth pressed against hers as they kissed, and he reached up to run his hands down her arms, taking her hands in his and pinning them to the cave floor above her head.
Katara whimpered as he kept her arms pinned down, wanting to touch him. He interlocked their fingers, keeping them above her as they panted in each other’s mouths, their lips grazing each other as they continued moving, their pace increasing in speed. Zuko didn’t think he would last much longer, and used all his willpower to hold onto what was left of his restraint. He could tell that Katara was getting close again as well, and did his best to help her get there before him, wanting to give her one last orgasm before he finished.
Katara could feel the end approaching as well as the pleasure built up and the knot in her stomach felt ready to explode. She pressed her lips to Zuko’s once more and somehow managed to pull her hands free of his grip. He instead hooked his hands beneath her arms and grasped her shoulders, using the support for leverage to thrust into her even harder, truly letting go of all control.
Her own hands clutched at his back, but soon moved down to grip his rear, helping to pull him even harder into her with every thrust. She heard animalistic grunts escape Zuko as his hips began moving faster and harder, and her own moans grew louder and longer as she approached the precipice, her breathing so rapid she was practically hyperventilating. It was all too much, a complete sensory overload, yet she didn’t want it to stop.
Zuko was aggressively thrusting into her almost violently now, pouring out his entire emotional baggage he had been carrying around throughout this whole war, his inner demons, his family strife, everything. Katara loved it all, taking everything he gave her and giving her own in return, unleashing all her own baggage in regards to the war, her mother’s murder, all the hardships she and those she cared for faced. They both gave and received, holding nothing back as they completely let loose, getting lost in their partner as the pleasure they shared flowed over them.
Finally, Zuko could hold it no longer. Thrusting into her as deeply as he could, he lifted his head and cried out loudly. A stream of fire flew from his mouth, illuminating the cave, and the flames in the fire pit beside them erupted as well, the fire rising several feet into the air to blast against the ceiling, lighting the cave up even more. A moment later, Katara felt him explode inside her, searing hot. She could feel his seed blast against her inner walls as he filled her, and the feeling set her off. She had already been close to the edge, and seeing Zuko lose all control as she felt him coat her insides with his essence was all it took to send her into another screaming orgasm.
With him holding himself up as he continued to breathe fire, she clung to him desperately, her fingers interlocked together behind his neck as she pressed her hips to his, her back arching so far off the ground that her head hung behind her as she cried out. It was all too much, her entire body felt like it was exploding into a thousand pieces. She saw stars behind her eyes from the intensity of her orgasm and even thought she might have blacked out for a second or two.
Appa grunted in his sleep, shifting away from the rising flames in the fire pit, but did not wake as the two young lovers screamed out their pleasure. Katara clung desperately to Zuko as her whole body shook beneath him and he held himself as deep inside her as possible, feeling her cumming around his spurting cock as her pussy milked him of his seed. The rising fire from the pit dropped down, leaving the ceiling of the cave scorched, and the stream of fire coming out his mouth soon ceased. And as the last sparks escaped his mouth, he let out a loud groan as he pressed his hips against hers, wanting to be buried in her as far as possible.
It was beautiful, spiritual even, feeling them cumming together, amplifying the experience and making it feel even more sensual and intimate, as if they had become one in more than just body. Katara rose up and hugged herself to him as she pressed herself as tightly against Zuko as possible, her legs once again wrapping around him and squeezing his hips as her toes continued to curl. Her continuous scream slowly faded off into a series of whimpering gasps, her voice becoming slightly hoarse.
Zuko continued to hold himself above her as she clung to him, his jaw clenched and his eyes squeezed shut as he too saw stars dance behind his eyelids. His arms seemed to lose their strength, and he lowered himself down to lay on top of Katara, doing his best not to crush her.
Katara welcomed the comforting weight of his body as her own slowly settled down, small aftershocks of pleasure sending tremors through her body as she hugged herself to him. What she had experienced with him, it had been nothing short of glorious. She’d always heard rumors that Firebenders made the best lovers due to their fiery and passionate nature, and after the level pleasure Zuko had brought to her, there was no longer any doubt in her mind that it was true. She may have been inexperienced before tonight, and so couldn’t compare the experience to anything else, but she most definitely believed the rumors.
Hearts beating rapidly against each other, the two of them panted as they tried to calm their breathing. Katara could still feel Zuko’s spent cock twitching inside her as it slowly began to soften, and she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as her body calmed down. Zuko’s head rested next her own, their flushed cheeks pressed together as she opened her eyes and stared up at the cave ceiling, feeling less tense and more at peace than she could ever remember feeling as her body continued to hum with pleasure.
Zuko eventually lifted his head and looked down at her. Her eyes met his, and he rested his forehead against hers for a few moments before their lips met, and they began exchanging light kisses. Both of them slowly came down from their high, leaving them both with a feeling of completion and satisfaction as they held each other, unwilling to separate.
Neither knew how long they laid there like that, still intimately joined in their post-coitus afterglow, but it was long enough for the sweat to dry on their bodies, causing their skin to stick together. Finally though, Zuko began to lift himself off her, and Katara suddenly felt colder without his warmth, despite the humidity of the cave. She felt him slip out of her, his member having gone from soft to semi-hard during their post-coitus resting period. He stood up and then, without a word, he bent down and scooped her up bridal style and carried her over to her own sleeping bag beside Appa.
He gently set her down, but as he made to stand up, her hand shot out and grabbed his arm to stop him from leaving her side, and he gave her a questioning look.
“Stay with me,” she whispered, almost pleadingly. “Just for tonight.”
He stared at her for a few moments before nodding, and moved to lie down beside her. Katara shifted on top of her sleeping bag to lay on her side, neither bothering to get inside or cover up; with the warm night coupled with the hot dampness of the cave, not to mention the heat from the fire and each other’s bodies, there was no need for it. And as Zuko laid down beside her, he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.
Katara shifted closer until she was spooning up against him, her rear pressing against his front. She licked her lips as she felt his semi-erect member press against her bottom. With the arm he had draped over her, he brought his hand up to cup her breast and began to gently knead it.
Katara breathed, slowly and deeply. His touch didn’t seem to be with the intent to start up anything more, but as they laid there, spooned up together like long-time lovers, her body slowly began to awaken again and react to him, her nipple beginning to pebble against his hand. She could also feel him grow harder against her rear, and she shifted against him, rubbing up against his hardness.
He inhaled deeply and his hand froze for a few seconds before he began gently massaging her breast again. His breathing started to grow more ragged in her ear, her own starting to escalate and her heart beginning to beat faster as her body started to get excited again. She rubbed up against his now newly hardened member some more, and it slipped between her cheeks.
She proceeded to move her backside up and down his length, massaging his shaft. She felt him grow harder still, eliciting a groan from him, and he pulled her flush against him so her back was firmly pressed against his chest. He held her there as he rubbed against her backside, moving along with her, their whole bodies in contact with each other.
“Katara,” he whispered heatedly in her ear, “if you keep doing that…”
She shifted slightly to look back at him over her shoulder, and raised herself up to press a kiss to his lips. As she turned back around, she reached behind her and took hold of his hardened member. Lifting her leg, she adjusted her position some more, and positioned him at her entrance where she wanted him. He took the hint and began to slip inside her once more, and she released him and pressed herself back against him as she lowered her leg.
Zuko adjusted his position and pushed fully inside her, hearing Katara let out a soft “Mmm,” sound. He began gently rocking into her, guiding her into a slow and gentle rhythm. Breathy moans and the occasional light gasp or inhalation escaped Katara as she moved in time with him. Her hand initially found home on top of his as he caressed her breast, but as his first hand moved lower to find place on her stomach and his other one snaked around her to take the place of the first one on her breast, she reached back to tangle her hand in his hair as she rested her head on his arm.
There was no frantic or hurried movements this time. No passionate race to find release. Instead, they slowly and sensually took their time as they moved together. Zuko breathed slowly and heavily into Katara’s ear as she let out light pants and little whimpers, licking and nibbling at her bottom lip between her breathy gasps. Her fingers massaged his scalp as his left hand played with her breast and his right remained on her stomach. He would occasionally press kisses to her shoulder and neck, causing her to gasp in delight as he moved slowly and deeply inside her, like the steady push and pull of ocean waves on the shore.
The build-up was slow, lasting much longer this time. Different, but equally as pleasurable, and Katara felt the orgasmic pressure start to coil in her belly again. Neither were in a rush to get to the end this time. Time lost all meaning, the gentle build-up seemed to last forever. And when her orgasm finally hit, it was sudden and intense, and her body began trembling out of control as little whimpers spilled out of her mouth.
Her orgasm seemed to set of Zuko’s own as he spilled himself inside her again, holding her close as she shook in his arms and he trembled behind her, her grip on his hair tightening considerably. The hand at her breast moved up to take hold of her chin as he turned her head back so he could kiss her, and their lips and tongue met as they panted for breath while riding out their orgasms.
As their bodies slowly came down from their high, Zuko released her chin as Katara faced forward again, taking a slow, deep breath before letting it out in a sigh. He pressed a few light kisses to her shoulder and back as he continued to hold her for a while longer, and then slowly began to pull back. Katara’s hand suddenly left his hair and flew down to his hip, halting his movement before he slipped out of her.
“Don’t leave me,” she almost begged, wanting his closeness.
Zuko paused for a few moments before shifting closer, settling more fully inside her again, letting his left arm rest on the cave floor as his right hand came up to cup her breast again like when they had initially laid down together. Katara sighed in contentment and removed her hand from his hip, and instead gripped his arm up by her breast and hugged it to herself. Zuko could feel her heartbeat against his arm and felt it become more and more steady. A few minutes later, her breathing evened out, and he realized that she had fallen asleep. And slowly, his own eyes began drooping, and he too fell asleep.
But despite their lengthy late-night activities, it was still in Zuko’s nature to rise with the sun. And although exhaustion did have him sleeping later than normal, he still woke relatively early in the morning. He was only mildly surprised to find Katara spooned up against him, as part of him had expected last night to have been a dream, but evidentially, it wasn’t.
She was still asleep, her breathing calm and steady as she continued to hug his arm to her chest. His other arm was numb, still resting on the cave floor with Katara lying on top of it. He was also still inside her from last night, and as he woke up more, his lower body began to awaken as well, reacting to the snug, warm confines of her inner walls, and he felt himself start to grow hard inside of her.
He froze, trying to remain still to prevent his body from reacting further to the feel of her around him, but it was as if his nether region had a mind of its own. He glanced at the entrance of the cave and saw that it had stopped raining, but also noted that it was still wet outside, as evident from the drops of water dripping from the top of the cave’s entrance. With a look back down at Katara, he decided that he should let her sleep longer. She had to be exhausted, both from the emotional strain of confronting her mother’s killer and from how long they had made love last night.
Careful so as not to wake her, he worked his numb arm out from underneath her, and the feeling of pins and needles filled it as the blood started flowing through it once more. He then began to carefully extract his other arm from her grasp, which was a task much easier said than done with how tightly she was holding it, almost as if she were using his arm as a security blanket. Slowly though, he managed to pull it free of her grip.
He gently placed his hand on her hip as he began to pull his now fully erect member out of her. He hoped that he would be able to take some time to relieve himself with his own hand before she woke up, but then he froze as he heard a deep inhale of breath from her as she suddenly tensed up, and he knew that she had woken up.
Neither moved as they laid there one their sides, spooned against each other. His erect member was still half inside her, and he knew that she could feel it. He wasn’t sure what to do. Based on what he knew of Katara, he was fully aware that last night had been a completely emotional driven thing brought on after she had faced her mother’s killer, and that it wouldn’t be right to hold her to anything that had happened to today. Would she still want his touch, or completely regret what had happened and want to be away from him? And so he did nothing, waiting to see what she would do.
So far, she said nothing, she did nothing. In fact, he didn’t even think she took a breath since he had felt her tense up. But after a few more seconds where neither of them moved, he heard her slowly let out the breath she had been holding in one long rush. Then her hand slowly came up and fell on his hip. Zuko half expected her to push him away, but then he felt a gentle pressure as she pushed him closer and pressed back into him. He realized that this was her way of silently telling him that she was still ok with him touching her, and he pushed back inside her again.
He felt her insides start to moisten, and he reached around her front to press his hand over neither region. He began gently stroking her clit as he slowly started moving inside her when he felt her wetness increase. Her body lubricated further as he built up her excitement, her hand moved from his hip to hold her own leg as she lifted it into the air, pulling it back as she rose up onto her side.
Zuko removed his hand from between her legs as he rose up onto his side as well. His hand crept up her body to her face as she held herself open for him. As he cupped her chin, she opened her mouth and took his index finger into it, sucking on the digit. Zuko groaned as he proceeded to move inside her, finding the small act highly erotic and sensual. Katara hissed in pleasure, biting down slightly on his finger, and then let it fall free from her mouth as she began panting loudly.
Feeling her grow wetter, he began speeding up his movements, and soon had her emitting small moans, both of them now fully awake, their bodies alive. Zuko leaned over her slightly and attacked the sensitive part of her neck, sucking on her pulse point. She tilted her head to the side to give him more room to explore her neck and shoulder as he tasted the saltiness of her skin.
As she released her leg, his own hand moved to take the place of hers, holding her leg up for her as he continued to thrust into her. She wrapped her arm around his neck as he began to thrust more firmly into her, his other hand snaking around her to cup her breast. She inhaled deeply as he played with her nipple, turning her head back to kiss him before facing forward again and shutting her eyes as she enjoyed the feel of him moving inside her.
They continued on like that for a time, their pants and moan filling the cave. Then Zuko leaned over her more, and they shifted positions, Katara turning to lay on her stomach with Zuko moving to lay on top of her as he continued thrusting into her. She squeezed her legs together, tightening her inner muscles around his length, and Zuko groaned in response.
Pushing her hair aside to expose her neck, Zuko laid fully on top of her. He wrapped an arm around her neck, grasping her shoulder, and began pressing wet kisses to her skin as he thrusted into her. Katara let out loud grunts as he moved in her while feeling his arm press against her throat, not enough to cut off her oxygen, but just enough to apply pressure. She shifted forward and back in time with his thrusts, his weight keeping her in place as he sucked at her pulse point.
The hand on her shoulder moved then, grasping her chin and turning her head back so he could kiss her. Katara craned her neck as much as she could so she could meet his lips, and their tongues briefly rubbed together. Then Zuko released her and shifted up higher behind her so he was crouching over her, resting on his knees and balancing on his hands. He thrusted down into her, his hip movements increasing in speed, and Katara cried out each time he pressed into her.
Her hands twisted the material of the sleeping bag beneath her as she took on Zuko’s assault, left with very little to do in this position except feel and make sounds of pleasure. Wanting to give as much as she was receiving, she shifted beneath him as much as she could and crossed her legs, tightening her inner channel on Zuko’s shaft as he thrusted into her, and she was pleased to hear him grunt in response.
“Gods!” he exclaimed through clenched teeth, and shifted over her more, moving his hands to they were on either side of her head.
He increased the speed of his thrusts until he was practically pistoning into her, causing Katara’s whole body to shake and a stream of repetitive moans to consistently escape her. Her back arched, her head rising, and Zuko leaned down to attack her neck once more. Katara responded by uncrossing and lifting her legs up, bending them at the knees, and Zuko swore in her ear as her inner muscles squeezed him tighter than ever. If she kept that up, this was going to end sooner than he wanted it to, and there was no way he was going to cum before she did.
Rising up, he shifted position as he backed off and moved behind her. A sound of protest escaped Katara when he pulled out of her, using his legs to separate hers as he rose up behind her. But then he reached for her and pulled her into position, getting her onto her hands and knees. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed into her with a single hard thrust.
Katara’s head flew back and she gasped loudly as she was filled so suddenly. She briefly reached up to push her disheveled hair out of her face and off to the side, and Zuko gripped her shoulders for support as he resumed pounding into her. The heat continued to rise between them, and they were soon covered in a thick layer of sweat.
For the next several minutes, Katara mumbled incoherently as his hips slammed into her backside, feeling wild and primal in this position as the sound of wet flesh echoed through the cave. Animalistic sounds spilled out of her mouth, and she felt very much like a feral animal in heat being taken by her mate as she pushed back to meet Zuko’s thrusts. A hiss escaped her when he began dragging his nails down the damp skin of her back, causing her to break out in goose-bumps as a shiver ran through her.
He did this a few more times before he reached up to grab a handful of her messy hair, giving it a light tug. Katara responded by rising up until her back was pressed against his chest, and his hands made their way around to her front to press against her stomach and cup her breast, keeping her close as he continued to move within in her with short, deep thrusts. Her arms reached back to warp around his head to help hold her up as they moved together, and she blissfully closed her eyes as she felt Zuko’s lips press against her neck.
The position didn’t last long though, and Katara soon dropped down to all fours again. Zuko went with her, mounting over her as he thrusted deep. He held himself up with one hand as the other gripped her breast, and Katara let out a pleased hiss as he began lightly nibbling on her ear.
“Oh, spirits, I’m close,” she gasped out loudly.
She reached down and began touching herself. Zuko groaned as he felt her fingers graze his length as he pounded into her. His grip on her breast tightened and he pressed his face into her back as he felt her begin to convulse around him. Her whole body started shaking as her hand moved against herself furiously, and loud continuous whimpers started slipping past her lips. He increased his pace to give her maximum fulfillment, and soon she was screaming out her pleasure.
Katara’s orgasm hit her hard, and she pulled her hand away from her nether region as her remaining arm lost the strength to hold her up. She fell forward, cushioning her head on her arms as her whole body shook. A jumble incoherent words and sounds spilled from her mouth, and Zuko even thought he heard a few swears escape her.
“Harder,” she somehow managed to mumble through her panting, squeezing her inner muscles around his length.
Having risen up onto his knees behind her when she fell forward, Zuko’s hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin almost painfully. Her rear remained raised in the air, and he spread her wider, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper. Katara cried out loudly as she actually felt him enter her cervix, and she nearly ripped the material of her sleeping bag as she yanked at it.
“Agni, Katara!” Zuko exclaimed as he felt himself penetrate her deeper than ever, and he thrusted into her as fast and as hard as he could.
Katara took his pounding as she let out screams of delight, the nails of one of her hands digging so deeply into her palm that she almost drew blood as her other hand tore at the sleeping bag beneath her. Her previous orgasm still hadn’t even completely subsided yet before his consistent pounding sent her into another even more powerful one, and tears crept up in her eyes from the sheer pleasure of it all as she moaned and babbled incoherently.
Zuko was breathing heavily as he looked down and watched his cock, wet with her juices, disappear and reappear into her body with every thrust, her nether-lips clinging to his length whenever he pulled back, as if to prevent him from leaving, before he pushed back in. Beads of sweat flew off of him and onto her, landing on her back, and he stared in fascination at how the droplets mixed with her own beads of sweat, running down the slope of her back to disappear into her damp hair. He found the sight highly erotic as he continued his hip movements, feeling his balls tighten as his own end approached.
A few minutes after Katara’s second orgasm hit, he gave one final hard thrust and buried himself as deeply into her as he could, letting out a cry as he joined Katara in bliss. Body trembling, and still lost in the last remnants her own orgasm, Katara whimpered beneath him as she felt him fill her, hardly even noticing the bruising force in which he gripped her hips.
They remained locked together as the final aftershocks of Katara’s orgasm ran through her and he continued to spurt inside her. He remained frozen behind her for the next several seconds until he finished emptying himself inside her, then he slowly began to slump forward. He caught himself from falling onto her with one hand and brought them to lay on their sides where they had begun.
They both laid there, still intimately joined, as they attempted to catch their breath. Their heart rates settled to a more normal rhythm as they basked in the afterglow for the next several minutes. They knew that they could not lay there forever though, and once Zuko felt his strength start to return, he reluctantly slipped his softened member out of her.
Pressing one last kiss to her back, he got to his feet. Neither of them spoke, but there seemed to be a silent moment that passed between them where they both knew that whatever this thing was that had started last night was now over. And if that unspoken understanding wasn’t enough to let the message sink in, the way Katara picked up the end of her sleeping bag to cover her front from his eyes as she sat up was more than enough.
Without a word, Zuko walked out of the cave. He headed over to the spot where they had discarded their clothes the other night and gathered them up. He wasn’t the least bit surprised to find them still completely soaked as he carried them back into the cave.
He found Katara sitting by the fire pit, staring at the last few glowing embers in the ashes, her sleeping bag now draped over her shoulders and her knees pulled up to her chest to hide her nudity. She looked up at him as Zuko approached and held her soggy clothes out to her.
“They’re wet,” he unnecessarily told her.
A small smiled grazed Katara’s face as she accepted them from him. “That’s ok, it’s not a problem.”
She waved her hand over her clothes, pulling the water out of them with her Waterbending. Then she reached out and did the same for his, leaving both their clothes dry. Zuko muttered his thanks before turning his back to allow her to get dressed in privacy. It seemed ridiculously unnecessary though, silly even, as they had both not only seen everything the other had to offer last night and this morning, but they had been as intimate as two people could be. But he knew that those instances had been moments that existed outside of their everyday lives, and it wouldn’t be right to allow those events to carry over beyond them.
As he got dressed, he heard the sound of liquid slushing around and he glanced over his shoulder at Katara. Glowing water was gathered around her hands, and she was running it over different parts of her body, healing up any scratches, love bites, and other markings left behind from their activities. Zuko watched in amazement as her glowing hand traveled over a mark he had left on her neck from where he had sucked on her pulse point and simply wiped it away.
When she finished with herself, she glanced at him, noticing him watching her, and she held her water-coated hands out to him in offering. He gave her a smile of appreciation and stepped closer, holding his arms out at his sides. Katara then proceeded to run her hands over his torso and limbs, healing any markings she had left on him. And as she cleared up all the scratches she had left on his back, she winced when she caught sight of the bruise her teeth had left on his shoulder.
“Sorry,” she muttered bashfully as she cleared the mark away.
“Don’t be,” he replied simply, not looking back at her.
She didn’t respond for the next few moments as she resumed running the water over his torso. A feeling of self-consciousness began to flow over her, and she started getting embarrassed of how she had behaved last night and this morning. None of that had been planned on her part, and she couldn’t believe how wanton she had acted.
Never did she think that she would lose her virginity the way she had. When it happened, she had thought that it would be to her husband on their wedding night in their marriage bed, or at the very least to her betrothed or long-time boyfriend in a romantic setting. Not in a spur of the moment heat of passion during a rainstorm with a former enemy in the middle of nowhere. But she hadn’t been able to help herself. She had simply needed the physical contact and an outlet for her emotions, and once she started, she had found that she couldn’t stop and had only wanted more, needed more.
And there was no going back. Her virginity was gone. She didn’t regret it, but that was something that not even her healing could change. She knew that there were instances where female warriors and acrobats and such could have their hymens tear even without having sex from their daily activities. As a skilled Waterbender and a fighter in this war, she supposed she could always allow her future husband to think that that happened to her as well since a women’s virtue was something that was meant to be preserved until marriage in her culture. But still, what must Zuko think of her?
“I hope you don’t think that I do things like this often,” she shyly said to his back, her cheeks heating at her words.
Zuko almost laughed at that. Having taken her virginity, he was well aware that this was not something that she did often at all. “Of course not. I have the utmost respect for you, Katara. I understand what this was; you don’t have to explain anything to me.”
Neither said anything more on the subject after that, and after she finished healing him, they resumed getting dressed, once again with their backs turned to each other. With less to put on, Zuko finished first, and looked back at a Katara. She was dressed from the waist down and was in the process of wrapping her chest with her breast bindings. Zuko’s gaze drifted lower, and he spotted her mother’s necklace lying on the ground near her feet.
Walking over, he bent down and picked up the trinket, admiring the design carved into it. He remembered back when he had her tied to a tree and essentially taunted her with it, telling her that he would return it to her if she told him where the Avatar was. Had that really been less than a year ago? It felt like an eternity. He had been such a different person back then. Angry, confused, lost. Back then, he never would have thought that he would end up where he was now.
“Zuko?” Katara question when she noticed him staring at her necklace in his hand.
Coming out of his thoughts, he looked up at her. She had finished getting dressed and was now watching him curiously. He watched as her eyes went to her mother’s necklace, then returned to his face, and he wondered if she was remembering that time as well.
He held up her necklace. “May I?”
It was a symbolic gesture, she understood that. A way of apology for what he had done that day by giving her back the necklace now, the way he should have back then. She nodded and turned around, lifting her hair up for him. He placed the necklace around her neck and secured it, and she turned around and gave him a small smile, letting her hair drop.
“Thank you,” she told him.
Zuko rubbed the back of his head, suddenly feeling bashful. “Sure, no problem.” He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the need to say something more, and ended up blurting out the first thing that came to mind. “By the way, you should, ah… mix something with your tea later. Some contraceptive herbs… You know, so there are no… uh, accidents. I could suggest some…”
Heat colored Katara’s face and she averted her eyes. She knew what herbs he was talking about. Everyone in their group were all fully aware that her brother and Suki were sleeping together; a fact she preferred not to think about and tried to ignore. She also knew that the Kiyoshi Warrior had some of those very herbs Zuko was talking about, and where she kept them.
“I…” she muttered shyly. “Thanks, but I know what herbs to take… You don’t need to worry about that. Suki actually has some. I can just sneak some from her stash…”
“Oh…” Zuko replied, sounding equally as shy. “Well, that’s good, I guess…”
A deep feeling of awkwardness settled between them as they both began fidgeting, standing only a couple feet apart, but not looking at each other, keeping their eyes averted as blushes colored their cheeks. But then a loud yawn drew their attention, and they turned to Appa to find that the flying bison had woken up. It provided a welcome distraction from the awkward moment, and from there, it was relatively normal morning routine of having breakfast, clearing their camp area, and preparing to set out again.
Sometime later, they were flying through the air again, on their way to reunite with their friends. They flew in silence for nearly 15 minutes, the awkwardness from before having returned to hover between them. There were still things left unspoken, but neither seemed sure how to approach the subject, or if they even should.
Zuko’s finger tapped against his side uneasily as he debated on whether he should say something or not. Perhaps it would be better to just let the matter stay in the past. But then Katara sighed loudly and turned to face him.
“Zuko, about what happened,” she blushed and averted her eyes before looking back at him again, “between us… I… well… It won’t be happening again. I was… That is… It just…”
He understood what she was trying to say. It was exactly as he had suspected last night, a period of need and emotion that needed to come out, and he nodded to let her know that he got what she meant. What had happened between them had simply been sex. Emotionally driven sex, yes, but still just sex. No promises, no strings, no commitments, merely a primal, animalistic urge that needed to be satisfied, nothing more.
“I understand,” he told her. “It was a one-time thing brought on by intense feelings and stress. I get it. It was something we both needed at the time, and there’s no reason it needs to effect or change anything from here on out.”
He saw her visibly relax. “Then we can keep this between us? You’re ok just forgetting about it?”
He nodded, feeling his own relief that what had happened wouldn’t complicate things between them. Besides, he wasn’t too keen on the idea of the nonstop teasing they would receive from Toph if she and the others found out. Not to mention the wrath he would probably face from Sokka for “defiling” his sister. And if Aang really did in fact have feelings for Katara, then Zuko had a sneaking suspicion that he would face the full wrath of the Avatar, whether his chakras were blocked or not.
“Like I said before, I get it,” he replied reassuringly. “I actually understand more than you think. I’ve seen it before, with my soldiers.” He shrugged. “We’re only human, and sometimes we have certain needs that have to be met, and unwinding through sex after emotional periods is one of those things. We were both there for each other to provide one another with what we needed; it doesn’t need to be any more complicated than that. There’s no need to dwell on it or talk about it with anyone. So yes, I’m fine with just leaving what happened behind us.”
He gave her a reassuring smile, and she returned it with a grateful one of her own. Reaching out, she placed her hand on top of his, giving it an affectionate squeeze. “Thank you,” she said, and after a moment she added, “for everything.”
He knew that her thanks extended beyond his agreeing to keep what happened between them. It was also for last night and this morning, for him turning his back on his family and nation to teach Aang Firebending and help them put an end to the war. So much gratitude in just a few words, and all he could do was nod in response, unable to regret any of his decisions.
“You’re welcome, Katara,” he told her.
She smiled, giving his hand one last squeeze before taking Appa’s reins again. And just like that, the tension and awkwardness between them was gone, almost as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them. They would return to their friends and life would go on the way it usually did, only now there would be no more hostilities between them, for Zuko sensed that she had finally forgiven him for his betrayal back in Ba Sing Se, and for everything else he had done back when he had been hunting them down. She hadn’t actually said it, not yet anyway, but he could tell that things were going to be ok between them from now on.
But things were still not ok in the world. There was still a war to be fought and a kingdom to be saved. And with Sozin’s Comet rapidly approaching, time was running out for them to stop the Fire Lord from conquering the world.
But Zuko had hope. With his friends at his side, he truly believed that Aang could overthrow his father and they could bring an end to this long war. And seeing how he and Katara had been able to out the past behind them and resolve their issues, he had hope that the world could do the same and that they would finally have peace. He felt that now more than ever.
THE END

(A/N: And there's our missing scene. This ended up being much longer than I thought it would be. Definitely the longest lemony scene I've ever written, but the scene wouldn't stop playing out in my mind, so I just kept writing. As always, I try to keep my stories as canon as possible, and I don't think I did anything to disrupt canonization. So from here the series can just canonically play out as it did. Though it does kind of give the awkwardness Zuko and Katara showed towards each other during the Ember Island Players where they were portrayed as lovers a whole new meaning. Sorry for those of you who were expecting some kind of romance to develop between them, but that's not what this was meant to be, plus it would divert from what's canon. And please, no hateful comments about Katara cheating on Aang or Zuko cheating on Mai, because that's not what happened since Aang and Katara were not together at this point and Zuko and Mai were broken up. This was just meant to be a missing scene between the two of them that came about from emotion and need between them, and from there, the story was meant to follow how the show played out with this being a private, unspoken time between the two of them. So, I hope you enjoyed it, and let me know what you think.)
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