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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Avatar:_The_Last_Airbender
  Relationship:
      Katara/Zuko_(Avatar)
  Character:
      Katara_(Avatar), Aang_(Avatar), Toph_Beifong, Zuko_(Avatar), Sokka_
      (Avatar), Teo_(Avatar)
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Mutual_Masturbation, Sexy_Times, First_Time, Friendship, If
      Friendship_sex_exists, Multiple_Orgasms, Zutara, Welcome_to_the_life_of
      sin
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-01 Words: 3965
****** Demonstration ******
by forgettingthedetails
Summary
     Katara has a difficult time.... Discovering herself.
Notes
     Work was heavily inspired if not translated from Practical Magic, go
     enjoy her work!
See the end of the work for more notes
  This work was inspired by
      Practical_Magic by Rozarka
You’d think from all that waterbending her fingers would be more sustainable.
But no.
The Gaang had been hiding out in the Western Air Temple for a week now and she
was granted the luxury of her own room for the first time since they were on
the fire nation war ship, and she was making every moment count.
Her fingers were pruned as they raced between her legs, under her bottom
wrappings, aching to stop because she had been making this same circular motion
for, like, an hour now. Her entire body seized with each touch to the point
where it almost wasn’t pleasant. Her toes curled at all the sensations at once.
She was panting nonsensically, her hair matted with sweat. Spirits, it felt
like she was being bloodbent all over again but nothing was ever happening
farther than the person gaining control.
She had talked about it once, with some girls in the Northern Water Tribe
during her brief stay. They say, apparently, this sensation eventually becomes
enjoyable after you’ve gone over the edge. As if. Right now it feels like being
thrown through icy waters with a single paddle and holes in her boat.
Katara falls back onto her bed with a groan, listening to the waterfall
outside. She just could not do it! Maybe she’s physically incapable. This is
like teaching Toph waterbending she thought to herself, remembering all the
past attempts coming to the same conclusion, not coming, that is.
Feet and wheels patter against the ground outside the hall, people returning
from their journeys around the air temple. Classic. Even when given her own
room she is never truly alone. Imagine being Prince Zuko, having a huge room to
yourself for all those years, boundless free time, almost no duties, no one
checking in on you. That sounds like the life.
Imagine Prince Zuko….
Katara flipped onto her stomach, the flame inside of her that inspired her to
continue reigniting. He knew. He knew how to do this. If there’s some secret
trick or technique written on some dusty old scroll buried deep below the
desert in a library, the only person who definitely knows it is royalty. I
mean, even in the way they had briefly interacted since they arrived. The
occasional rub on her arm when he wished her good night, the tug on her waist
when he wanted to talk, even the way his hands move when he fire bends: there
was something there.
She sat up on her bed, strapping on a light cover up robe and slipping into her
boots, not bothering to apply leggings or put her hair back up.
“Where are you going, Katara?” Teo asked when she stepped out into the hall,
the boy just wheeling into his room from him night out with friends exploring
the many mysteries left behind by the nomads.
“I can’t sleep, I’m going to go practice my bending outside or something”
The halls, other than a few hermit crabs, were completely deserted. Katara
stood for a moment, indecisive. Her gaze was captured by the slow, directed
walk of the hermit crab.
What was she even going to do? She couldn’t practice her bending, not while she
was so focused on her unsuccess and that urge stilled pulled on her lower
tummy. She could never focus. What were her options?
She could go and have this conversation with Toph, who was more in tuned with
the bodies of everyone around her than Katara is with her own, oh, and is also
literally 12. Can’t imagine how well that would go.
Maybe it was time to have a talk with big brother, Sokka had some female
experience, right? Just the thought of it was enough to make Katara gag. Oh god
the hummingbees and the sparrowkeets with Sokka, she may never recover from the
thought of it. She didn’t want to know what he had to tell her, even if it
could give her a million orgasms, the ability to bend every element and the end
of this 100 year war.
Aang was on the same page as Toph for Katara, young, inexperienced, and no
comfort at all.
This is all Zuko’s fault, after all Katara mused to herself. It was. If he
hadn’t slipped in all those touches, soft kind words in her ears, a new member
of the team trying to gain her approval but got so much more. He was the reason
she was frustrated, he should be the one to fix it.
Her mind was made up as she stormed down the hall, taking lefts and rights
until she found his room, identical to hers. Her mind wandered over all the
possibilities of ways this could go wrong as the cold night air sunk around
her. He could reject her, she could change her mind, or worse of all he could
agree and be unsuccessful. Maybe she should just turn around, go to bed, never
ever mention this to anyone…
But the side of her, the one that felt the weight of Sozin’s comet coming soon,
that any day could be her last, knocked on his door.
Her heart pounded inexplicably hard in her chest. Like it was just going to
leave if something didn’t resolve soon. It didn’t take long, but boy to Katara
did it feel like hours before the door creaked open, revealing a half naked
Zuko in just his pants saying something to her.
She didn’t hear his words but thankfully was mesmerized enough by the sight of
him read his lips.
“What are you doing here? Is everything alright?” He appeared to whisper as her
hearing phased back in. There was almost a fear in his amber eyes.
“Can I come in?” She pleaded, taking a step forward.
“Uh.... yeah, sure” he complied, opening the door for her.
Moonlight flooded into the room, revealing his half unpacked bag scattered
across. A fire nation silk blanket lay on the humble air nomad bed, its single
pillow dwarfed by the amazing colors, embroideries of fire cresting around its
edges. With a flick of his wrist Zuko lit a few candles he had presumably
scattered around the room.
“What can I help you with Katara?” He asked, sitting down onto the bed.
“I can’t sleep…. I figured- I figured you could help.”
“How?” He asked, picking at his nails, apparently beginning to grasp the
awkwardness of the situation.
Katara got to her knees on the opposite side of the room, picking up scrolls
and unwinding them to reveal firebending techniques, presumably brought to help
teach Aang. Their motions, both hands and feet, were so intricate and beautiful
when taken away from the hugely destructive element of fire. It looked like a
dance.
“These scrolls are beautiful”
“You didn’t come here for my scrolls,” Zuko commented, leaning back on his
palms, “come sit”
She quietly came to sit down next to him, suddenly self conscious of smelling
of sex and sweat.
“Are you going to tell me what the problem is or do you want me to guess?” Zuko
said behind a yawn.
Katara looked down at her fingers, poking under the nail to clean out the dirt
that permanent lived there.
“Hey, look at me, it may help” he said, lifting her chin with a finger. “What
happened?”
It’s stuff like that Katara thought, feeling the callouses of his fingers on
the soft part of skin under her chin, it almost seems like he wants me, like he
intends to get me to fall for him.
“That’s actually the problem…. Nothing. Nothing happened.” She cleared her
throat loudly, why on earth did she ever think this was a good idea? Walking up
the the banished Fire Nation prince’s bed room and asking him to get her off,
how on earth could that be a good conversation? Awkward? Never! It’s almost
like she forgot how sexually inept all kids their age are, that him being
royalty lent him to being a sex god.
“You’ll have to be more clear…” He said with a shake of the head.
Her breath caught in her throat. Oh spirits, what did she do to herself. “Zuko,
when you touch me…”
“Oh Katara I’m sorry it must be a fire nation difference…” His eyes lit up with
worry and fear. As if she was going to reject him, tell him to leave the group
forever.
“Zuko can you please just let me finish.” she said, more forcefully than
intended, though it did succeed in shutting him up, “Zuko, when you touch me….
I mean-erm...”
Katara looked at her feet. Why on earth did she think this was a good idea? It
must be the war getting to her head because this is a new level of off for her.
Did she even feel that way about him? Sure, he was handsome, unconventionally,
but still handsome, and he was well built. But even more, there was a
connection. There had always been a pull between them. In the caves of Ba Sing
Se, when they connected over their loss, it seemed like they had been friends
for their entire lives. It felt intended.
“Zuko you know that feeling when you really really really like someone and it
feels like warm honey all in your chest well when you touch me it feels like
that all over my body and it’s building and building and I can’t seem to make
it stop” she managed, all in one breath. She finished with a long exhale. “I
feel like I’m just going to explode from the inside”
Zuko smiled solemnly with a blush on his cheeks, obviously understanding the
implication. “You want me to stop touching you, so that can just go away?” His
hands pulled at the fine embroidery of the blanket and it took all the will in
Katara’s body not to slap his hand away.
“No, no absolutely not” she had to say it, just say it Katara, spirits, ”that’s
not it I want you to… uh… to show me how.”
“Show you how to…?” His amber eyes locked with hers, the same color as the
honey that flowed through her every time her touched her arms or her hips,
pulled her in for a whisper.
“Make the sensation…. End…. I want it to come to a conclusion.”
Zuko let out an exhale and Katara could feel the warmth in it. He was trying to
control himself. “Katara,” his voice had dropped an octave, running husky in
his throat, “You don’t know what you’re saying--”
“Yes, I do Zuko, please stop-- Zuko” She made eye contact with him, one hand
slipping over his, still toying with the sheet. “Please.”
He didn’t speak. She could hear the gears turning in his head. Her eyes
wandered all over his chest, riddled with small star shaped burns, now scars,
from countless battles. His skin was a pristine porcelain tone dotted with
bright red.
“I’m sorry” she whispered, freeing her hand from him, “There just… wasn’t
anyone else to ask… not anyone I would want to know.”
 
She stood to leave and as she did his eyes met hers. Something new stirred in
them. Curiosity? Passion? There was this certain, divine understanding
spreading through his face as he moved backwards, pressing his own back against
the wall and opening her legs, asking her to join him. “Come on.”
Her eyes widened, having given up hope that he would help at all.
“As a friend,” he whispered, “Better me than Aang, I guess.”
She stripped off her shoes and her outer robe, letting them pool by her feet on
the floor. In one swoop, she found the knot in her chest bindings and let the
fabric fall, revealing her naked chest. “Now we’re even,” she said with a flood
of self confidence, drawing from the look of awe and lust circling in his eyes.
Too late to go back now.
She slipped between his legs, her back pressed to his chest, and snuggled up
under one of his arms. A hiss of breath escaped her while one of his big, long
hands slipped to rest on her lower stomach, pressing divinely just where the
flush of heat had gathered in her.
“How far have you gone before you’ve given up” he asked into her ear, using his
free hand to brush her hair away.
“I don’t really know, so close it feels like I’m panicking” Being bloodbent she
thought to herself, no, he would never understand that, “so it feels like I’m
trapped under cold water, the breath being torn from me and my hearts racing.
Like I know that the surface is there but I just can’t swim fast enough…”
“I understand” he says, the scent of him tickling her nose for the first time.
Sweat, dirt, royal perfume and tiger lilies. Just what she imagined him to
smell like. His chest and hands are warm and inviting. A shot of lighting
strikes down her belly and into her groin. Spirits she wanted him.
She squeaked as his hand ventured down the tight bindings on her lower half,
going straight in for it. Firebenders were supposed to be the most direct of
every people, why did she expect him to be an exception? His long, nimble
fingers threaded through her dark, thick curls quickly finding her--
They both let out a sigh as he made contact with her. Her swollen flesh under
his fingers was such an amazing thought, and to think it was actually happening
to her. She gripped his arm as his fingers threaded all around the most
intimate part of her body, yet to be touched by anyone but herself
“Tell me if you need a break,” he said, his fingers slowly flicking upwards,
“okay?”
She was going to reply to him when his finger pressed hard into her clitoris,
she couldn’t help let out a long, breathy sigh.
“Found it” He said with a laugh hidden behind his cold demeanor.
“It was never finding it” she defended, “It’s just -- it’s always felt good but
I’ve never been able too-- oh” His fingers found themselves drawing small
little circles over her, making her knees weak. This sensation was so much more
when it came behind another person's fingers, so swift and understanding,
unwavering.
She couldn’t help herself as she began panting out his name, her breath
becoming more rapid. This felt amazing. It was like the first time she rode on
Appa and the soar into the sky was the most frightening thing she had ever
experienced, but if just felt so right.
“You like that.” He said. It wasn’t a question. His voice was cocky. “You think
of this like it’s work, like you’re learning your bending. You don’t need to
spend hours and hours working for the one desired result,” One of her hands
reached to grip her own breast, he laughed at this, “it’s supposed to be fun,
Katara.”
“Does the royal family pay for… ah-ha… lessons on this…” Katara asked, her eyes
becoming heavy all of the sudden.
“Then it wouldn’t be play. This, this is play, not work. It’s wonderful.” He
paused, face snuggling into her shoulder, “You’re wonderful”
Then it became blurry for Katara. It was a constant building. The pressure
would be too much and he would gently lay the pads of his fingers over her
until she was ready, whispering sweet words of encouragement into her ears. It
wasn’t a sprint, it was a marathon. She took breaks and when she was ready he
would resume the pace they had set.
Her heat radiated off of her skin and she sweat in anticipation. Together they
found the perfect weight, the perfect speed that slowly built the path to her
eventual absolute combustion. Her blood hammered through her, her groans
impossible to keep behind closed lips.
“This is where you get scared?” She shook her head, unable to spare the breath
to even speak, “Don’t be, trust me.”
It happened, all at once. It was like a sneeze but not, an absolute spread of
amazingness through her body. Like waking up on a feast day in her tribe, like
getting a new outer cloak, like the day she realized she had mastered
waterbending, all thrown together in an absolute undying stream of warmth
spreading through her like a hurricane.
Toes curling, hips rising, face flushing and she was a puddle in between his
legs. Safe in his arms.
She pressed her face into his chest, completely overwhelmed and afraid even
looking at him will bring tears to her eyes. For the first time in months,
since she began this journey with the avatar, she felt irrevocably safe and
happy.
“I get what all the fuss is about” She said after a minute or two, separating
herself from the warmth of his chest.
“Life is more than just training the avatar I guess.” He sighed, playing with
the swirls of her hair, wrapping them around his fingers.
“Zuko, I can’t thank you enough, you’ve been absolutely just…” She sighed,
shaking the last of her high from her body, “impossibly beautiful.” She could
feel the blush creeping up her ears, how do you thank someone properly who just
unraveled you completely?
His hand pressed firmly over her mound with a smile. “Now you” he whispered,
not entirely steady, “it’s always easier the second time.”
His hand crawled away from her, moving back to play with her hair just slightly
before moving away entirely again. She readjusted herself against him. Despite
his unphased, unattracted attitude his body could not lie as she felt his
erection from underneath his pants. She move even impossibly closer to him, the
feeling of his desire pooling the heat between her legs even more ferociously.
Her fingers skillfully unwound her bindings, revealing her entirety to the man
above her. Her fingers slid over her sensitive flesh, teeth biting lips,
stifling moans as she finds it is impossibly easier to jump back on to the path
she had just traveled, Zuko as her teacher.
One of his hands gently caressed her shoulder, then pulled back, his logical
mind taking over, “no one will hear you, there is no need to silence yourself”
She nods with a gulp, closing her eyes to resume. One of her hands slid to her
breast, gently cupping and kneeding it on its own accord. A gasp escaped her
lips as she brushes over the sensitive tip of her clit; she is hyper aware of
the weight of Zuko’s stare.
He gasps ever quietly as she rolls her nipple between the pads of her fingers,
one of his hands venturing over hers as it works her sensitive flesh.
Katara opens her eyes, connecting with his half lidded ones. She wants to see
him while she is put over the edge, spilling with happiness from her seams. Her
finish approached so fast it was almost unbelievable, she could taste it in her
groans, in the soaring pleasure emanating through her lower half.
Her face scrunched up as her orgasm overtook her, her squirm against Zuko
bringing out his moans as well. Her heart was beating rapidly as her toes
unfurled and she let her body sag against his.
It took her a moment to come to her senses, taking her hand from her breast to
wipe away the orgasm that was willing her eyes shut. “It’s not fair to you…”
He knew that from the start she thought to herself. He didn’t respond, just
admired her flushed skin. The dark tone of hers in contrast with the porcelain
of his.
“Maybe you should get back to your room before Sokka thinks I’m trying to kill
you.” He said, a smile in his words, as he moved her to stand.
Before he was able to she tugged at his pants, indicating the very obvious
erection she sees there. “I’ll deal with it later, Katara, I was just being a
good friend.”
Logic over run by endorphins, Katara begs, “Can’t you now? I…” She gulps, “I
want to see you.”
Zuko’s hands raked through his hair. Temptation and doubt battling in his
heart. It was hardly a fair fight. “As long as it’s just you watching. I don’t-
we need to focus on training Aang, None of us can afford to be distracted.”
He shook his head, breathing out another hot breath before positioning himself
opposite of her. She prepared herself to take note, for after the war, when
everything was a possibility and she had a world of promise to explore. If
there was an after the war.
Zuko got to his knees, letting his eyes close as he pushed his pants down to
his thighs. Facing her, she was shocked at the sight of him. Her brief
encounters with male genitalia during healing and births had made it seem so
much more… polite than his. Long and pale, with aggressive veins flowing
through it like a stream through a desert, emanating from aggressive curls not
unlike her own. The tip of it… of him, it was a blushed tone, stark next to the
rest of him. Below it was not unfamiliar, though she didn’t know a name for it,
that was present always, but the erected length of him, that was new.
The musky scent of him hit her, reigniting the fire in her belly. A third
orgasm felt impossible, she already felt like she was absolutely made of
nothing at all, but him, all together like this, it made her wish she could.
He spat in his hand before continuing. He grabbed himself and his face
contorted in bliss as his strokes began. Not unlike how he had treated her:
firm yet gentle.
His back arched down, a long groan escaping his lips. Red began on his cheeks,
then his chest as he pumped himself with a fervor. The look of him, so taken in
his own pleasure, was nothing like Katara had ever imagined. In all of her day
dreams of him she could never imagine anything more than the stoic faced prince
who had chased her for so long, but now she knew, he was so much more.
“Zuko,” she breathed, not sure how to speak, “you look so-” she stopped
herself, think about Aang, its your duty to him not to get caught up, “You like
that.”
“Mhmmm.” He said, barely able to find words, “I’m not going to- ah- Last long…”
Small pearls of liquid gathered on his pink head, beginning to drip down his
shaft. He smoothed them over his skin, bringing them with him as his pumps
became more aggressive, his hips moving into his hand as well.
Katara, without thinking, contorted her hand, bringing the small water-esque
droplets to herself. Zuko looked up at her in awe, his hand slowing as she put
it on her tongue.
“Katara what are you…”
“I just wanted to taste you, Zuko, that’s all” she said pulling her tongue into
her mouth, put off by the salty fluid.
Shock whipped over his face as his pace continued. With a groan semen spilled
all over his chest, signifying is release.
He fell backwards onto the bed, breathing heavily from his finish.
He gave himself a moment before righting himself, pulling his pants over his
limp cock.
“Fair enough for you?”
“Plenty” she said, bending away the substance from his chest and out the window
into the vastness below.
Katara rebound herself, fixing her hair.
“Zuko?” She said, standing at the door. He perked up at his name, “Thank you.”
She walked back to her room with wobbly legs and new place in her heart for
angry looking prince’s with shaggy hair and big hearts.
End Notes
     *been Zutara trash since in the fetus*
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