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Katara storms out of the council room, the door slamming behind her.
The nerve! The audacity! She has been working on this new education bill for months and Minister Hiratao feels the need to dismiss her with a wave of his hand.
“As if a peasant girl knows anything about education,” he had stated ruthlessly, a gleam in his eyes as he stared down at her disapprovingly.
Peasant! Katara is no peasant! She’s been the Southern Watertribe Ambassador for the past five years; she knows more about today’s politics than most the grumpy old men in that room do.
No, they just don’t like her ideas, don’t like that the “simple” girl from the Southern Watertribe came into the Fire Nation with her head full of dreams that she works hard to make a reality.
Huffing to herself, she makes her way further down the hall, her mind reeling from the conversation, playing it over and over again in her mind. Sure this wasn’t the first time it’s happened, but Katara is pretty sure that if someone pisses her off one more time, she’s going to scream.
“Katara, wait!” someone calls after her, that familiar rasp that causes her heart to pound in her chest.
She pauses just as Zuko catches up with her, clearly out of breath from chasing her down. Crossing her arms, she looks up at him and asks,” What do you want, Zuko?”
“To check up on you,” he answers simply, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry about what Hiratao said to you back there -”
“You didn’t even defend me!” she interrupts, feeling her eyes burning with the threat of tears. She wipes them stubbornly, turning her head so Zuko can’t see.
“Katara, I’m really sorry,” he offers, shaking his head. “I should have said something in the moment.”
“Yes, you should have.”
“I tore into him as soon as you left,” he continues, raising his hand to grab her chin, tilting her head up so she can look into his eyes. “He was being an ass and I didn’t stand up for you until it was too late. I told him that until he treats everyone with respect, he’s off the council.”
“Zuko, you didn’t have to do that,” Katara sighs, feeling his thumb gently stroking her jaw. “That’s going to cause more trouble for you.”
“I don’t care. He needs to learn that every member of this council deserves respect.”
“Zuko -”
“No, Katara, it’s my choice. He’s been treating you like shit for too long and you don’t deserve it.”
Katara sighs again, wrapping her hand around Zuko’s wrist to give it a tight squeeze. “Thank you, Zuko. And I’m sorry if I caused you any trouble.”
“You didn’t, Katara, I promise,” he assures her with a soft smile. “Are you doing okay, though? Usually you bite back.”
“I just… I guess he caught me off guard today, for some reason,” Katara answers, dropping her hand to her side. “I’m tired and stressed and I just… I don’t know.”
Zuko frowns down at her for a moment before removing his hand from her chin. “I think a good sparring match would do you some good.”
Katara can’t help but smile at that. “Oh?”
“Yeah, it’s a good way to destress,” Zuko replies, smirking back at her. “Plus, I’ve been out of practice recently.”
“Oh, so you want to get your ass kicked, is that it?” Katara challenges, giving Zuko a shove.
Zuko pretends to pout, causing Katara to laugh. Still, he grins at her laugh, his eyes lighting up. “I mean,” he says, shoving her back, “you never know, I might win.”
“Well then, you’re on, Firelord.”
“Meet me in the training rooms in fifteen minutes?”
“Be ready to get your ass handed to you,” Katara states, turning and walking away so she can’t see Zuko’s reaction.
Still, her own mind is racing as she races through the halls to her quarters.
It’s been a while since she and Zuko sparred together, what with life becoming busy. Sometimes she can’t help but be somewhat thankful for it - her thoughts tend to wander whenever she is near Zuko, even just being together normally.
She shudders, trying to clear her mind of salacious thoughts of her best friend.
Because that’s all he is. Her best friend.
Once in her quarters, she changes into a pair of loose light blue pants with gold trim. She opts for a tighter upper sarashi wrap to help her movement. When she is dressed, she studies herself in the mirror, her eyes roaming over her face and body. She tries to spot any part of her that might be attractive.
Shaking her head, she gathers her hair in her hands and does it in a loose braid down her back.
There. Both attractive and suitable for sparring.
Katara then makes her way towards the training rooms, her heart in her throat. She’s not sure why she’s so nervous. There’s absolutely no reason for her to be.
Right?
Zuko is already there when she arrives. She can’t help but watch him as he hangs his robe on a hook by the bench, his back muscles rippling with every move. Like Katara, he wears a loose pair of pants, though his are red instead of blue.
Red and blue. Fire and Water. Death and life.
Unable to help herself, Katara giggles at the thought, causing Zuko to turn around. He smiles when he spots her, his lip curling.
“What’s so funny?” he asks as he strides toward her.
“Nothing, nothing,” Katara lies, restraining herself from laughing again.
Zuko rolls his eyes playfully, taking Katara’s hand in his and leading her towards the middle of the spacious room.
All Katara can do is follow, forcing herself to look at the wall behind Zuko so she doesn’t stare at his back, his arms, his chest, anything.
He drops her hand when they reach the middle, walking about five paces away from her before dropping into a defensive stance.
“So,”he taunts playfully, raising his eyebrow at her. “You ready?”
Katara glances around the room. “There’s no water,” she observes, facing Zuko again and widening her stance. “I guess we’re practicing hand to hand combat today.”
“Seems that way,” Zuko agrees, slowly beginning to circle Katara. “How do you feel about that?”
Katara tracks his movements carefully, her mind completely blank. “Fine.”
Slowly, almost predatory, Zuko makes his way closer to her his eyes never leaving hers. Katara can see the fire sparking underneath, the way his golden eyes melt.
Instinctively, Katara’s eyes drop to Zuko’s chest, pausing on the prominent scar that resides just below his sternum.
Taking a chance at her distraction, Zuko throws himself at her, his fist flying towards her shoulder. Just in time, Katara is able to block him. She throws back her own combination, but Zuko is able to dodge and block her attack.
They do that back and forth - attacking, blocking, dodging - until both of their bodies are glistening with sweat. Katara’s fly away hairs stick to her forehead; she wipes it with the back of her hand, her chest heaving as Zuko stands before her, his hands balled into fists.
He’s breathing heavily too, yet he doesn’t let up.
“Tired there, Firelord?” Katara taunts, shuffling her feet slightly so that she gets closer to Zuko.
“Not even a little,” Zuko replies, getting into position to lunge at her.
Katara gets ready to defend herself, but before she knows it, Zuko drives forward, his arms wrapping around her hips, his legs sweeping hers from under her, and taking her to the floor. He lands between her legs, causing Katara to scramble below him, but he’s able to grab her hands and pin them beside her.
He leans down, his lips mere inches from her ear. “Got you,” he rasps, causing the arousal in Katara’s belly to burn.
She can feel his firm body flush against hers, her heart hammering in her chest, before Zuko sits back up, a smirk on his face.
“Well?” he states, his hands tightly gripping hers. “Ready to admit defeat?”
“Nope.”
With some effort, Katara thrusts her hips up, jostling Zuko. He looks down at her just as Katara is able to bend her knees, sliding her feet along the ground towards her. She thrusts again, hitting Zuko in the groin so that his grip on her hands loosen. From there, she is able to pull herself free, lifting her legs so that they wrap around Zuko’s waist and raising her hands to grab his shoulders. Finally, she is able to roll them over so that Zuko lands on his back with a light oomf.
“Got you,” she echoes, straddling Zuko’s hips with her hands planted firmly on his shoulders.
Zuko’s own hands fly to her hips, his lips twitching as he stares up at her. Katara just glances at him, biting her bottom lip when their eyes meet.
“That’s my good girl,” Zuko purrs, his fingers digging into her bare skin.
A small whimper escapes from between Katara’s lips, causing Zuko’s eyes to darken.
“Do you like it when I call you that?” he asks, his voice low.
Katara swallows. “What if I did?”
“I can keep calling you that, if you like.”
She shifts on top of him, feeling his growing erection. He swallows a half moan as she rubs up against him, his head falling to the floor. Katara swallows, allowing her hands to travel down Zuko’s bare chest, admiring the firm muscle beneath her palms. One finger traces his scar, causing Zuko to let out a low moan, his length twitching below her.
Biting her lip, Katara gives an experimental roll of her hips, her core lining up with Zuko’s length, causing both of them to let out a low whine.
“Katara,” Zuko grits out, his hands slowly traveling up her sides.
“What do you want?” she asks, rolling her hips again, relishing in the sounds that Zuko makes.
“For you to be my good girl,” he tells her, lifting his head from the ground, his fingers reaching the edge of her sarashi wraps.
“I want to be your good girl,” Katara tells him, her own need growing steadily.
Zuko undoes the knot of Katara’s sarashi, allowing the material to unravel around her. He is able to unwrap her breasts with ease, tossing her wraps to the side once she is completely bare.
“Fuck,” Zuko chokes out, his warm hands palming at her breasts. “Fuck, Katara, you’re beautiful.”
Katara preens at that, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as Zuko continues to knead her breasts. She grinds her hips down on Zuko’s cock, feeling his stomach tensing as he releases a low moan.
Suddenly, he drags his hands down her sides. He reaches her hips, tugging at her to draw her further up his body. Confused, she opens her eyes and looks down at Zuko.
“Don’t think, Katara,” he tells her, hooking his fingers into the hem of her pants. “Let me help you feel good. Will you let me, baby girl?”
Katara whimpers, lifting herself off his body so he can tug her pants down her hips. Together, they remove her pants, and Katara can’t be more thankful she decided to forgo her lower wraps.
Zuko draws her hips forward again, guiding her body towards his face. She settles above him, her knees planted on either side of his head; still, she hovers over him, anticipation coiling in her belly.
“I’m going to devour you,” he states, before raising his head so he can drag his tongue along her slit.
Katara lets out a small cry of pleasure, catching herself on her hands when she drops herself closer to Zuko’s face. His nails bite her skin as he grabs her hips tightly.
With another broad stroke of his tongue, Zuko laps at her core, his teeth finding her bundle of nerves. He gives it a light tug, causing Katara to moan, grinding her hips against Zuko’s face.
Just as he promised, Zuko continues to devour her: licking, biting, and sucking. As she rocks her hips against him, Katara can feel the rope at the base of her spine going taut as Zuko plunges his tongue inside her.
Katara squeezes her eyes shut, her stomach tensing, her thighs trembling as Zuko gives a hard suck of her clit. With a cry, Katara shatters, her arousal coating the inside of her thighs and Zuko’s chin. Tremors wrack through her body as she cries out in ecstasy, her fingers curling against the ground as Zuko’s tongue fucks her through her orgasm.
When she finally relaxes, Zuko guides her as she shuffles down his body once again, settling on his hips so that she can look down at him. Her slick glistens on his chin; curiously, Katara reaches down and drags a finger through it, coating the tip. She brings it to her lips, tasting herself on her tongue.
“Fuck,” Zuko rasps, one had flying to the back of Katara’s head so that he can pull her towards him for a sloppy, hungry kiss.
Katara’s tongue sweeps against the seam of Zuko’s lips, begging for entry. Zuko opens his mouth, his tongue plunging into Katara’s mouth, curling around her tongue. His fingers curl in her hair, pulling at her braid.
Fuck, she never knew how much she wanted him until this very moment.
She moans into his mouth, her hips rolling against his once more so that his covered cock rubs up against her pussy in just the right way.
Oh, how she wants to feel him inside her, wants to feel his cock stretch her walls, fill her up.
“What do you want, Katara?” he rasps against her lips. “Tell me.”
“I want you,” she pants, “I want you inside me.”
“And why should I let you feel me?” he asks, tracing his tongue from her lips to her jaw.
“Because I’m your good girl,” she begs, pulling away from him so she can sit up, her hands wrapping around his biceps. “Please, Zuko, please, let me be your good girl.”
“Help me take off my pants, then.”
Doing as she’s told, Katara shuffles further down Zuko’s legs, her hands traveling down his body until her fingers hook onto the hem of his pants. She tugs them down over his hips, freeing his length, long and thick with a prominent vein on the side. She licks her lips at the sight of precum beading at the tip.
“Patience, baby girl,” Zuko croons, lifting his legs so that Katara can pull his pants off completely and toss them to the side along with her own clothes.
“May I taste you first?” she asks, her finger tracing along the vein.
“Fuck, yes, Katara.”
Katara settles on Zuko’s thighs, his cock throbbing and eager for her attention. Carefully, she wraps a hand around the base, giving him a ginger stroke that causes Zuko to toss his head back. Finding she enjoys making Zuko quiver, she leans down, wrapping her lips only on the tip so that it rests on her tongue.
“Oh, you want to be a tease,” Zuko mutters, his hips bucking slightly.
Katara giggles before licking a stripe along the underside of his length. As Zuko moans, strangled and needy, Katara fully takes his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling sensually around it.
“That’s it, Katara,” Zuko prompts, resting his hand on her head. “Just - just like that.”
She swallows around him, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
Zuko groans above her, his hand still resting on her head, guiding her along his cock. She can feel him pulsing against her tongue, causing her moan.
Spirits, she wants to feel him inside her.
She releases him with a lewd pop, Zuko’s hand falling from her head. She sits up, her hands settling on Zuko’s hips.
“Please, Zuko,” she begs, raising herself to her knees so she can position herself over his cock.
Zuko wraps a hand around his length, dragging the tip along her slit so that Katara whines. His lips tick up, a knowing look in his eyes.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Zuko states, lifting his hips so that his cock prods at her entrance.
Katara braces her hands on Zuko’s chest before slowly sinking down on his cock, throwing her head back at the feeling of him finally filling her up.
Once he is fully buried inside her, they both take a moment to breathe, Zuko’s hands landing on Katara’s hips once more.
“Spirits, Zuko, you feel - feel so good inside me,” Katara stammers, lifting herself off his cock before sliding down once more.
“Mm, Katara, you’re so tight,” Zuko rasps.
Their eyes lock, though Katara can see the stream of smoke that curls from Zuko’s nostrils.
“Katara,” he grits out. “Be a good girl and move.”
So she rolls her hips, Zuko’s cock shifting inside her, causing her to gasp. When she clenches around him, Zuko’s nails dig deeper into the skin of Katara’s hip.
She moves again, building a steady pace of her hips that causes her legs to shake. Zuko meets her thrust for thrust, his cock hitting that place inside her that causes spots to dance in her vision.
Unexpectedly, Zuko sits up, the angle of his cock shifting inside Katara so that it hits her deeper, causing her to gasp and wrap her arms around Zuko’s shoulders for purchase. Her legs wrap around his waist as he pulls her in for another hungry kiss.
Their hips move in tandem, though Katara feels as though her own movements are hurried, frayed. She feels her second orgasm building at the base of her spine, her whole body on fire as Zuko moves inside her, around her.
One of his hands slides between their bodies, his finger and thumb finding Katara’s sensitive bud.
Zuko’s thrusts become rapid, sloppy, his hips stuttering beneath her.
Finally, Katara comes again, her nails scratching along Zuko’s upper back as she cries out in ecstasy.
She suddenly finds herself on her back, her legs still wrapped around Zuko’s waist, as he pistons inside her desperately.
“Fuck, Katara, fuck,” he pants above her, one hand cradling the underside of her thigh as the other is braced on the ground beside her head.
“Faster,” she begs, “harder.”
His hips snap to meet hers, though Katara can tell he is close.
“Come inside me,” she tells him, her hands grabbing his upper back. “Please, come inside me.”
“Fuck, Katara, are you sure?”
“Yes, Zuko, please.”
Steam curls around them, their bodies sliding along each other as Zuko fucks into Katara, his movements causing her breasts to bounce.
Zuko’s hips eventually begin to stutter as his movements begin to slow down.
“Go ahead,” she urges. “Come.”
With a guttural cry, Zuko’s cum coats Katara’s walls, her walls fluttering around his cock.
He buries his head in the crook of her shoulder, panting against her as his body gradually relaxes.
Katara’s legs fall from his waist bonelessly, yet she feels completely sated despite the soreness already creeping between her legs.
“Fuck,” Zuko whispers, kissing Katara’s forehead before pulling out of her. Their combined juices slide along Katara’s inner thighs causing Katara to feel oddly satisfied.
Zuko lays beside her, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. He turns his head to look at her, his golden eyes wide with desire.
“Are you - are you okay?” he asks tentatively.
“Never better,” Katara answers, her hand searching for his. Once she finds it, she interlocks her fingers with his.
“So… are you feeling better?”
Katara lets out a loud laugh, rolling over onto her side so she can get a better view of Zuko. “Oh, so this is what you had planned all along, huh?”
“Well, no,” he replied sheepishly, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. “I was planning to just spar, but then…This was okay, right?”
“This was perfect, Zuko,” she replies, bringing their combined hands to her lips so she kisses Zuko’s knuckles.
“Good,” Zuko murmurs. “Good.”
“You know,” she teases. “I could always go for round two.”
Zuko grins. “Of sparring or sex?”
Katara shrugs. “Whatever the situation calls for.”