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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Avatar:_The_Last_Airbender, Avatar_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Katara/Zuko_(Avatar)
  Character:
      The_Gaang
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Light_Dom/sub, Waterbending, Sharing_a_Bed, zuko_is_a_sub_LOL,
      Firebending_&_Firebenders, Grinding, Spooning
  Series:
      Part 1 of yin_&_yang
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-12 Words: 3136
****** shut up ******
by azulata_(vjaurleila)
Summary
     Zuko and Katara can't cooperate on anything. Up until a week ago,
     they couldn't even share the same air.
      
     ----
     ITS A TENT SHARING THING
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“No! You’re still airbending it! Once you produce the fire, you have to bend it
using your chi.” This is how Zuko is going to die. The Avatar and him have been
practicing firebending for almost two hours. With the hot sun beating down on
them, their outcropping of rocks has begun to feel more like a prison than a
refuge.
“I’m trying! Air and fire are too similar!” Aang whines.
“Well, you’re going to have to learn how to differentiate between the two! I
might as well be teaching Sokka!” Zuko shouts. He can’t believe, with only
crucial time left until Sozin’s Comet, that the airbender can barely produce
more than an ember. Aang’s obviously feeling frustrated too.
“Feel the heat...” Aang mumbles as he starts circling his hands. A small ring
of fire begins to form around him. “Hey, Zuko! Look! I’m doing it!” Aang
continues to build the fire, not focusing on where he’s taking it. The flames
grow wider and seem to encompass the monk.
“Aang!” Zuko shouts. The boy’s getting close to their remaining supplies, too
entranced by the fire he’s producing to notice that he’s endangering their
tents. Sure enough, Aang wanders into the nearest tent, setting it ablaze.
“Shit!” Zuko cries. “Katara! A tent’s on fire!” At his yelp, Katara looks up
from where she was fervently studying her waterbending scroll to see the mayhem
Aang and Zuko have caused. Drawing up the water from her pouch, she channels it
into the small inferno Aang made.
“What were you two thinking? You were practicing twenty steps from all our
supplies.” Katara says, still soaking the charred canvas. “This tent is ruined
now. What are we going to do?” She sighs. With only days until their final
attack on the Fire Nation, everyone is on edge. Toph and Sokka had gotten into
a fight this morning over the last piece of seal jerky. Once Toph had sealed
Sokka in a rock tomb, she threw away the jerkey because it was too hard for her
teeth. Needless to say, everyone was stressed and tired.
“Listen,” Zuko says, “Aang’s still learning, and without my help he won’t be
able to defeat the Fatherlord. I mean Firedad. I- you know what I mean. He
hasn’t mastered fire yet and without my help, it isn’t going to happen.” Aang
looks away, obviously ashamed that Zuko has so little faith in him.
“Aang’s going to be fine, Zuko. We’re all going to be fine.” Katara says with
some force. Zuko knows that Katara was just trying to make everyone feel
better, but truthfully he doesn’t know if he believes her blind faith in the
Avatar anymore. “Well, in any case, we’re one tent down, and I don’t think
anyone wants to sleep with Suki and Sokka.” Katara says.
“Thanks, sis!” Sokka says from across their campsite with a bite of sarcasm.
“So! That means that at least one of us will have to sleep on Appa.” Katara
continues.
“I’ll do it. It’s my fault the tent’s ruined anyway.” Aang says, looking
sheepish.
“Alright. Toph, are you okay sharing a tent with me and Zuko?” Katara calls
out.
“Sugar Queen, I’d rather sleep with Sokka and Suki. I can make my own tent.”
Toph says from her place in the shade. She then punches the ground, creating a
basic a-frame. “I just need a bedroll. Hand me one, would you, Sparky?” Zuko
tosses Toph a bedroll, hitting her in the face. He grimaces guiltily. “Shit! I
said hand it to me! With your hands!” Toph shouts. “I’m blind, you idiot!” She
waves her hand in front of her milky eyes.
“Sorry,” Zuko says, feeling ashamed to have forgotten. It was true, fitting in
with the group had been difficult. With tensions running higher than ever, Zuko
felt he could only revert back into his angry-prince mode in order to get
people to listen to him. As soon as they got mad at him, however, Zuko became
as meek as pakui berries. He didn’t want to risk being kicked out of the group
with only a few days left until the comet. This was his destiny.
As the sun sets on the group of teens, Katara walks around serving soup to
everyone from a steaming pot. “Hey Zuko, can you heat mine up a little more?”
Sokka asks, shooting Zuko a sideways grin. After what they’d been through
together at Boiling Rock, Sokka seems to have finally warmed up to Zuko. The
firebender grabs Sokka’s bowl and exhales steam on it. “Thanks, buddy.” Sokka
says, and he returns back to Suki’s side.
“Well,” Aang yawns, pushing his plate over to Momo with a clatter, ”I don’t
think there’s anything else to do today. Goodnight everyone!” He pads over to
Appa’s tail and curls up on it. Momo, sensing an opportunity to eat the human
food he deserves, climbs into Aang’s abandoned bowl and begins drinking the
dregs. Zuko turns around to see Sokka and Suki climbing into their tent,
giggling. Toph’s already safely enclosed in her cave, so that leaves... Zuko
blanches. Katara’s already taking off her heavy blue dress, leaving her in only
her thick pants and a sarashi.
“Do you want the inside or the outside?” Katara asks as she removes her boots.
“What? The what?” Zuko says.
“The tent. It’s next to a rock. Do you want to sleep against it?” Katara
repeats slowly.
“Ah, sure. Whatever.” Zuko said. Why does it matter? He removes his tunic,
leaving himself only in the loose pants he wore for training. Zuko grabs his
bedroll and climbs into the tent.
Katara crawls in after, her hair loose from her braids and damp from a day of
training. “I’m going to wash, okay?” She says, gesturing to the bucket of water
she had brought in with her.
Zuko watches with interest as Katara moves little spheres of water around her
fingers and uses them to dampen her deep skin. No matter how often he’s seen
her bend, Zuko’s still in awe of how delicate the process is. He feels like
Katara could bend one single molecule of water, or draw the sweat from his brow
with ease. How different this is from the punches and wide kicks of his
firebending.
“Zuko?” Shit. He was staring.
“Y-yeah?”
“C-can you heat the water up? It’s cold tonight.” Katara turns towards him, her
skin shimmering in the dim light. Zuko realizes she’s shivering.
“Yeah.” He bends over the basin and, wrapping his hands around the sides,
channels his chi into the water. “Tell me if it’s too hot.”
“I’m sure it’s fine.” Katara smiles softly at him and resumes bathing, moving
the water gracefully from her arms to her legs and feet. “Would you mind
turning around now?” She asks sweetly.
Zuko leans back, suppressing a groan with his teeth. Katara, from the start,
had been an enigma to him. An angry girl, one who never trusted him, yet
balanced him. They’re true opposites, both in element and upbringing, and
yet...
Zuko can’t help but feel like they have so much in common. He’d felt that way
in the catacombs of Ba Sing Se. This girl was... something. To him.
He had hunted her for cycles and yet here she is, bathing in his fucking tent,
not a care in the world. The amount of trust she had towards him, even though
just scant days ago she had despised him, shows how true she is to her element,
change.
Her whole body is in silhouette to him now, just shapes of black laid out for
him to see against the stark canvas made yellow from the dying fire. He can see
the subtle glow of her bending, the water flowing over her chest and down her
arms. It’s so easy to relax while she keeps busy like this. Just the gentle
splashing to keep him company...
“Zuko... Wake up...” Katara whispers.
It’s much later now, the fire has finally died... Zuko must have fallen asleep.
“Zuko.”
“Whua...” Zuko mumbles.
“I-I’m really c-cold.”
“So?”
Zuko can hear the apprehension in her voice.
“You’re always s-so warm, b-because y’know, firebending a-and all... s-so I
figured...”
“You figured...” Zuko drapes his arm over his face, exhausted from the day's
training.
“C-can I sleep w-with you? P-please?” Katara says, visibly shivering from the
cold.
“...Fine.” Zuko opens his bedroll and Katara crawls inside.
She’s freezing. Her skin, which usually looks smooth, is raised and she’s
shivering fiercely. Zuko turns on his side and guides her into his arms
awkwardly. He tries to make sure his hips won’t line up with hers, but as soon
as he lets her into the bedroll, Katara wiggles in as close as possible. Zuko
exhales sharply, hoping Katara’s too concerned with getting warm to notice that
he’s not exactly put out by their current position.
“What?” Katara mumbles, moving around to adjust herself in Zuko’s arms.
“You’re just- nothing. It’s nothing.” Zuko replies, feeling himself stir as
Katara continues to writhe. “Just-” Zuko places his hands on Katara’s hips and
grips tightly,”-stop moving.”
With a swift inhalation, Katara stops moving, and Zuko can feel the heat of a
thousand suns burning his face.
“Zuko, I-”
“Shut up.” He can feel himself stirring underneath his thin pants and fuck him
if this isn’t the best he’s felt since leaving Mai.
That is, until Katara pushes back against the bulge in his pants, just
slightly. Zuko hisses, only a little, trying to remember the last time anything
had felt so relieving. At the same time he remembers. This is Katara.
Waterbending master, compassionate, scary Katara.
“Ka...tara... What...”
“Please-” She says in a low voice.
“Please what?” Katara starts to grind gently against him.
“Let me?” Katara replies, almost in a whine. Zuko can’t believe, can’t fucking
believe that there’s this girl fucking grinding against his dick. She’s asking
for permission?
“Uh... Okay...” Zuko takes his hands, from where they had been gripping
Katara’s hips tightly, and puts them on her exposed stomach. She hums in
response to his warm palms and pushes back against his clothed hardness more
enthusiastically.
Zuko groans. “Don’t stop.” She doesn’t, her whole body moving in time to his
rapidly beating heart. Zuko can see faint pops of light behind his eyes, and he
knows that this isn’t a dream. Katara is here, she is grinding her confusingly
perfect body all over him, and shit, Zuko can’t stop. He begins to move his
body back against hers, like the waves her ancestors learned from.
Tui and La. Zuko and Katara.
“Zuko...” Katara hisses, and then she takes his hands from where they lay
dormant on her stomach and brings one to her chest. “Touch me,” she whispers,
almost as though she’s embarrassed. “Please... Zuko.”
Zuko doesn't know how, but he manages to find the intricate knot in her
wrappings and fumbles with it until it falls apart. Tentatively, breathing
heavily against her neck, Zuko takes one of her breasts in his hand.
Katara exhales loudly, and grinds a bit faster against his body.
Zuko can’t focus on anything except how she feels, how she smells. He’s
completely intoxicated.
He rolls her nipple in between his fingers, feeling it get harder as he circles
the outside.
“Zuko!” Katara hisses loudly, and at that moment Zuko knows he never wants to
hear her say anything else but his name. He pinches her nipples with his
calloused hands, and Katara breathes heavily.
“Zuko... Wanna kiss you... please...” Katara says sleepily, and no sooner has
she said that than Zuko, with confidence he never thought he had, turns her
around slightly in his arms, just enough to desperately reach her mouth with
his.
It’s warm, and wet, and it’s not either of their first kisses, but it’s
different because it’s them. Katara’s lips feel cold and smooth and Zuko wants
to trace his tongue over her whole mouth and make it warm. His hands come up
from her torso and turn her fully around, so that they lie facing each other,
kissing until there’s no breath left. Zuko’s head feels dizzy, his hands trying
to touch as much of Katara as possible. Her fingers skim his chest and down his
back, taking with them lines of goosebumps that make Zuko shiver.
It’s like he’s drowning and Katara is the water, filling his lungs and his
mouth until he can’t breathe...
He feels her strong thigh wrap around his hip, and then he’s being rolled over.
Katara’s blue eyes loom above him, surrounded by thick lashes and a high blush
on her cheeks. She's breathing heavily, and Zuko can’t think of any sight more
beautiful.
“What are you doing?” Zuko murmurs with a perplexed smile. 
“Shut up.” Katara says, smirking, and with a sense of finality she grinds her
hips into his aching hardness, slotting in against his raised knees and his
stomach. Her muscular thighs wrap around his hips, and her ass sits right over
where his cock is straining to be released from his silk pants.
In that moment, Zuko can see a fierce determination in her eyes. He can tell
that she might have decided this altercation the moment she got in the tent.
Maybe even before.
Zuko’s hips raise slightly, and Katara puts her hands on his chest, leaning
over his face. “Zuko...” Katara says, putting a hand on his scarred side. Zuko
turns his head away, eyes downcast. “No, please Zuko. Don’t be ashamed.” Katara
says, worry filling her eyes. Zuko looks up at the sincerity displayed on her
face. “I don’t think your scar is-”
“Shut up,” he says with a little smile, and crushes her lips against his. This
kiss is different. While the last was passionate, this one is angry, ruled by
the fire that consumes Zuko. Katara strings her arms around his neck, hanging
on for dear life. Zuko kisses onto her neck, licking and sucking down until he
takes a nipple into his hot mouth.
“Fuck, Zuko,” Katara exhales, and her hands begin to undo the tie on his pants.
Zuko’s mouth pops off her breast.
“Are you sure?” He asks, looking up into her eyes with concern.
“Shut u-” Katara begins to say, before Zuko resumes kissing her. Her tiny
fingers trail lower into his pants, brushing the top of his cock gently, almost
too soft for Zuko to feel. While he knows they’re her hands, Zuko feels like
he’s being touched by water, or the scales of a fish. Either that or he’s got a
ton of endorphins running through him right now. 
Katara looks down at him, face restless and full of intrigue. “I’ve never- I
mean, with Jet, but I never did- this is new to me.” She tells Zuko, her voice
growing quieter the longer she rambles on. What she means to say, Zuko gathers,
is that this is the first time she’s had her hands down anyone’s pants besides
her own. “Tell me. What to do, I mean.” She says, not making eye contact, “I
uh, I wanna make you feel good.” Zuko’s hips buck slightly at her words.
“O-okay. Um.” Zuko’s speechless. Here he is, pale skin flushed red, with
Katara, potentially his most formidable opponent, on his lap with her hand
tracing swirls idly on his cock. The gravity of this moment reaches Zuko in
this moment and, as quickly as it comes, it leaves him feeling different.
Confident.
“Lick your hand.” Zuko says, voice coming out in a low rasp. Katara stares
blankly at him for a second, bewildered by his sudden change in attitude, but
then she does as she’s told. Reaching out her tongue, she licks a stripe up her
palm, eyes downturned. “Look at me.” Zuko says softly, more as an afterthought.
She does, and their eyes meet.
“Good. Now, uh- grab me?” His demand comes out as a question. “Please.” Zuko
adds, because he knows Katara appreciates when he’s polite. Katara takes her
spit-soaked palm and lightly curls it around him. She looks up at Zuko to see
if she’s doing it right, only to find him with furrowed brows.
“What?” She asks reproachfully, staring down at Zuko.
“You need to grip harder.” Zuko says. She does. “Like that-” Zuko says, the end
a choked moan. Katara squeezes the base and slowly starts to move her hand
upwards. Zuko can feel the sweat dripping off him in bullets. “Faster.” Katara
complies, moving her hand up and down his shaft in an uncompromisingly speedier
rhythm. “Haah...” Zuko huffs out, his breath coming in pants as Katara grips
his cock tighter. His hips start to roll in time with her pace, and his eyes
screw shut of their own accord. He can feel the familiar feeling, like
something growing in his abdomen waiting to explode.
“Zuko.” Katara says quietly, leaning her head down towards his. “Is this how
you do it to yourself?” She asks, and is rewarded with a quiet moan from Zuko.
Innocent though the question was, Zuko can feel himself start to unravel as her
strokes become longer, precome adding new slide to her grip. “Tell me what
you’re thinking about.” Katara says, placing her head in the crook of his neck
and breathing heavily. Zuko can tell he’s not the only one enjoying this.
“You. Always- you.” Zuko chokes out, his brain a scattered mess.
“Wh-what am I doing?” Katara says, equally as out of breath.
“You-you’re fighting me...” Zuko continues, the image forming in his head of
Katara in only her wrappings, soaked, with that determined look on her face.
“Ha... I knew you got off on that...” Katara whispers, twisting her wrist in a
way that makes Zuko choke back a whimper. “What am I doing to you?” Katara
asks, kissing wetly on Zuko’s collarbone.
“I- uh, I’m pinned... You won... I’m-I’m all wet and you- you’re not letting me
go...” Zuko says softly, knowing that he may be revealing too much.
“Do you like that I won? That you’re mine?” Katara whispers, moving her face up
against his to rest her forehead on his. her hand speeds up fractionally, and
Zuko can feel her... bending? The slick on his cock is moving on it’s own
accord, even when Katara’s fist isn’t on him. It feels... new. Good.
“Yeah... yours... I’m- I’m yours, Katara, you-” with a choked-off groan, Zuko
comes onto his chest and Katara’s hand. His hips buck up into Katara’s, making
her hold onto him as he rides out his orgasm. She looks at him in amazement as
he finishes, his eyes opening blearily and focusing on the girl above him.
“Was that good?” Katara asks hopefully. Zuko smiles.
“Shut up.” He says, and he kisses her hard on the mouth.
 
End Notes
     Ok considering writing a chapter 2 where zuko gets karata off???
     comment if YAS
     update i did it
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