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KATARA
Katara keeps her distance. Mostly because she doesn’t think she can be in his general vicinity without gouging his eyes out or drowning him on sight.
But she also doesn’t trust Zuko for shit and she can’t stand the way he looks at her. When he and Sokka return from the Boiling Rock, her father and Suki in tow, Katara hates him even more. Even when Hakoda kisses her brow and pulls her close, Zuko's eyes plead for forgiveness. She turns her back on him and the Gaang.
Somehow, Katara is angrier than ever and she doesn’t know why.
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“Keeping the rocks from crushing you.”
Zuko’s body presses firmly into her own. Katara can feel the hard lines of him, the warmth of his element coursing as hot as magma through his veins. The heat of his words against her throat nearly burn. His legs twitch, like he’s readying his next move. Katara doesn’t know if he’s going to flee or fight and Katara doesn’t give a shit either way so long as he gets the fuck away from her.
“Ok, I’m not crushed. You can get off me now.”
The firebender leans far enough back for her to slip away and slip away she does. The chill of the Western Air Temple immediately creeps in, Katara resists the sudden bite of the cold, leaves the heir to the Fire Nation there on the ground and does not look back.
Katara is quick to help the rest of her real friends flee and in all the commotion she doesn’t see Zuko again until he’s free falling from the sky. The brunette is content to let him drop to his death, but then their eyes meet.
Molten lava burns into her ocean blue. When he reaches out for her, she is a puppet on a string— a compulsive, phantom limb —opening up to accept him.
His grip is so strong it hurts as Katara hauls him in with both hands against the force of the wind. It takes every ounce of strength she possesses to fight the tension of his body strung up by Appa’s gaining velocity. When Zuko falls into the saddle it is with his entire body weight. Her back slams into the hard leather and Katara closes her eyes shut tight waiting for the impact of his body. It doesn’t come, but she can feel the heat of him.
Blinking her eyes open, she stares directly into Zuko’s broad chest while he glares off at the cliff side; a palm braced on the lip of the saddle keeping him from pressing into her. His gaze is intense and smoldering, like he can ignite something with the weight of it. Agni, maybe he can for all she knows.
Zuko finally glances at her and she realizes how tired he is. He is exhausted. He looks like the world has beaten him down and down and down again yet he refuses to give up. Say what you will about Zuko but his determination never falters.
His movements are measured— slow —as he removes himself from her space. They don’t say anything to each other.
Katara turns her back on him and watches the world go by.
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“This isn’t fair! Everyone else seems to trust me now! What is it with you?”
Katara spins on her heels. She can feel her animosity climbing high into her cheeks, into her heart where it makes a home. Katara feels like she’s burning from the inside out.
“Oh! Everyone trusts you now?! I was the first person to trust you, remember?!”
She gestures to him then herself frantically, she must look insane.
She doesn’t care.
She doesn’t care.
She cares too much.
“Back in Ba Sing Se! And you turned around and betrayed me. Betrayed all of us.”
Zuko doesn’t offer an excuse shockingly enough, his face is flushed and on his pale complexion the embarrassment is easily read.
“What can I do to make it up to you?”
Katara braves the distance between them. The closest they’ve been in days and spits venom into his face.
“You really want to know? Hmm, maybe you could reconquer Ba Sing Se in the name of the Earth King. Or, I know! You could bring my mother back!”
She has to leave or Katara fears she will implode. It’s only when she’s mad like this that Hamma’s teachings constrict around her, her words whispering on the passing wind. Seductive and sweet. A temptation like one she’s never known to take and take and take . Zuko’s blood sings just below the surface of squishy, vulnerable flesh. Aang may need him, but Katara certainly does not .
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It is few and far in between when Katara allows herself to relax, especially now that they’re in the Fire Nation. However, the natural hot springs a mile from their camp call to her. The moon is nearly full as she walks herself to what she hopes will be the most relaxing night she’s had in months.
Katara gets naked and when she steps into the pool of steaming water she moans her gratitude to anyone who cares to listen.
Sighing, she unbraids her hair and lets it float in a ring around her body. With her back propped against the slick rock, she’s able to enjoy how the moon glows down on her bare skin. Being surrounded by men gives Katara zero time to enjoy herself.
Suki has Sokka and Toph, well, Katara doesn’t think Toph is too curious about the pleasures of her own flesh— yet . That being said, getting enough time alone to actually touch herself is next to impossible.
In times like this she wishes Haru—or even Jet at this point—were here to help her through this crippling arousal. She has the opportunity now and she will not let it slip away from her. Her nipples have always been sensitive and despite her urgency, she wants to take the time to build herself up.
She situates herself on a ledge in the spring, it’s high enough out of the water that her breasts break the surface. Katara brushes over the hardened nubs softly and hums with delight. She plucks and pulls until the flesh is pink and swollen. The slight sting only makes her feel better.
Sliding a hand underneath the water, she teases herself. Tracing her body with a finger between her legs, Katara drags over her folds but hesitates in giving herself what she knows she really wants.
The longer she plays with herself the longer she craves more. Her touch is nice after neglecting her want for as long as she has, but she yearns for something she can't give with her hands. She desires the firm touch of another, curious fingers that explore her body eagerly. Jet had been more forceful than he should have been. His excitement to have her led to her own, but he paid little attention to her body and her wants.
Haru was the exact opposite. Always checking on her and making sure she was comfortable. She enjoyed his affection for her and the way his tongue ran over every inch of her body, she just wished he was more assertive.
Katara allows herself to fantasize about someone who would toe the line of both men. Someone confident in his abilities to make her feel good, but also someone who would drive her insane with desire. Someone dangerous but charming in a genuine kind of way that made him hard to dislike. Someone who cared about her and her pleasure more than his own.
As she plays with herself, she wonders what his touch would be like. Hot, she decides. Large, warm hands that grab at her skillfully. He would have more experience than her and maybe he’s a bit older. He would think she’s beautiful and exotic with her dark skin, wild hair and light eyes. Most women in the Fire Nation have similar features. Pale flesh, silky hair and dusky, brooding eyes.
Katara does not know very many men in the Fire Nation, but Zuko flashes in her mind front and center purely out of sheer proximity to her on a daily basis. She hates everything he stands for. She’s so irritated her brain sucked him into her fantasy that she almost stops touching herself.
She pushes him away like she always does, intent on her pleasure and starts up her fantasy again. Katara spreads her legs wide and teases the lips of her pussy with a delicate finger. Her body feels hot to the touch, the steam and heat from the spring clouds her judgment.
The man she imagines is strong with broad shoulders, rippling biceps and unwavering character. He chuckles darkly in her ear.
“So easy to please, Katara.”
She moans, hips rolling into her awaiting palm, undulating against herself like she can encourage her fantasy along if she’s tempting enough.
“You’re so wet.”
He tells her against the shell of her ear. Both Jet and Haru had said the same thing when they pushed inside of her so it makes sense in her head that this unknown man would do the same.
Katara drags her fingers through her folds and pumps one inside easily.
“You take my cock well.”
Katara can feel herself burning up in excitement. She slips another finger inside to please him. So he can feel how tight she is around his length. The water swells around her, cresting and falling with her movements. It laps over her sensitive nipples and she has to try very hard just to breathe.
“Spirits….” She curses to no one but the moon above and tries not to get upset when her fingers aren't deep enough.
It isn’t like there are many men to pick from around her. Aang would likely have a heart attack if she propositioned him. But then…then Zuko creeps back into her mind and this time she allows herself to contemplate him.
She’s seen him half naked any number of times training with Aang. His body is full of sharp angles and jagged edges. A body sculpted out of alabaster from countless hours training, countless hours dedicated to regaining some semblance of honor. Katara decides he is conventionally attractive with his silky onyx hair and piercing firehoney eyes, he is hard to discredit in this way when she thinks about what he has to offer at face value.
Katara decides she can kick herself later.
Zuko would know how to touch her, she decides. He’s summer’s older and as the crown prince of his nation there is a fat chance in hell that women have not previously flocked to him especially for how attractive he is.
“ Let me take care of you. Let me fuck your pretty pussy.”
The firebender has a foul mouth and Katara severely doubts that would stop when he has sex. His voice is a deep baritone— made for bedroom debauchery not the battlefield he was birthed on— caressing her ear like a dark promise only he can make good on. Katara surges against her hand and fucks herself faster.
He would take her like this, she decides. Fast and hard until she’s screaming his name. Until she begs him to stop. They aren’t friends, so maybe he’d even be a little mean. She is used to being coddled and being thought of as fragile. Katara knows that Zuko does not see her that way. To a certain extent, she believes that he is even afraid of her.
It only turns her on more.
“ Who knew a good girl like you could take cock like this. So slutty, Katara. How long have you wanted me to fuck you?”
Katara whimpers, tries to slow down, but her orgasm— her cunt —vehemently disagrees. She’s going to cum. She chases it greedily, rolls her body onto itself and moans.
“ Cum on my cock.”
Katara cannot refuse him. Her body pulls taut and tight and when she cums she can feel it all the way in her toes. Her orgasm roils hot and fast through her. She bites her lip to keep from saying his name(she will not give him credit for her pleasure, not even in this fantasy)and rides it out, eyes spinning back in their sockets.
When she comes down she can hardly believe herself and the level of depravity she has stooped to. Her breath whooshes in heavy pants as she drops her head to the side. At first, when she sees him she thinks it’s part of her fantasy. Her lingering desire playing with reality. The steam deluding her vision.
She blinks and realizes, with some humor, that is not the case.
Zuko stands just beyond the tree line, golden eyes intense and trained on her body. She can’t see him in his entirety but she can still see how his trousers are unbuckled and how his body heaves in time with hers. It is rather obvious what he was doing without having to see the evidence from where she is.
Katara laughs, an incredulous thing. She pulls at her hair from the scalp because she can’t quite believe her luck. Her element surrounds her. She should bend at him. She should drown him where he stands. But guilt nips along her sensitive body. Zuko is a pervert, but Katara was the one imagining him fucking her so how is she any better?
When she looks back over to him, Zuko is gone and so are her fucks to give.