intro|katara atla|no event (locked to azure_prodigy)

[imaq_uajuq]

Her calloused fingertips dragged over the satiny walls of the Hotel's hallway; her steps were light and careful as a fawn's as she studied her surroundings as she half expected a predator to show up and drag her into one of the rooms with it’s claws. Of course, the predator would realize Katara had more than a few tricks when it came to getting

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[imaq_uajuq]

Before anything more could happen, Aang had told her things. Aang was remaining at the Fire Nation; he did visit the Fire Nation often and it just... she never thought it would have been Aang to end things.

"It's true. Just because you haven't been 'lucky' to meet one." Katara mumbles, head still bowed and hair veils her face and upper torso. Her legs were pressed tightly together as if shielding them from Azula's gaze. She glances up once and sees Azula frown.

She looks back down, knowing her hair is meager protection from the Princess' gaze. Her body is eager now and she is restless and it's that stupid drug that's floating in the vapors. She simply knows it. Her thighs ache, her breasts are tight and the material is clingy and she hates it.

She is simply ashamed of everything and she doesn't want this to happen. It's not her fault it happens and it really isn't Azula's fault either but... it's easier to hate a person than a building. "I don't know... you lay down and do whatever and I sit here and do whatever? Of course, if the stupid hotel wanted us to do whatever it wouldn't have pushed me in here..."

[azure_prodigy]

One might suspect the Avatar had his own reasons for visiting the Fire Nation so much. Had Azula (as she is now) been in the picture, she would've suspected something. At least Katara can take something away from the experience; a new outlook and a new sense of inner strength... because she'll be needing both if she hopes to last long here.

The Firebender shrugs indifferently, privately amused by her enemy's blatant effort to squeeze her thighs together. Why bother? It's not as though there's anything to hide. ...Not like Azula has. The Water peasant is obviously aroused, and it'd be fun to watch if she weren't struggling with her own reactions to the accursed vapors. "No, I believe you. You aren't acting like you're lying."

Thankfully, the prodigy has a bit more control than her senior. Her ow body is restless and in growing need, but she's able to reign it in a little more convincingly. Now, if Katara had come closer, it might be a different story... but there's distance between them, and the positioning of her legs appears to be working. Working as a buffer for sight. It doesn't stop the rising ache.

She finds herself chuckling at the awkward statement. "...'Do whatever'? You really aren't one for specifics, are you?"

[imaq_uajuq]

She had been doing very well. It hurt, but they remained friends. After all, Zuko had something that Katara did not. It wasn’t something she could change with a whisk of the fingertips. Aang couldn’t change such things either.

It eases Katara’s suffering and the material of her clothing is highly different. Besides, she wasn’t studying Azula nearly with the same attention as the princess was studying her. “Are you good at telling when someone is lying as you are at lying?” Katara murmured.

Katara stands up and moves over to Azula and pauses only a yard in front of her. The effects of the room’s steamy environment do wonders on the clothing and how it clings like a second skin. Shadows tease and enhance. “You were the one to ask. If you’re dying to have a set plan, why don’t you tell me what we do?” The Watermaiden snaps.

[azure_prodigy]

Maybe it's possible for Katara to remain friends with Aang because that's how they started out. And it must hurt to be "replaced" by a newcomer... but the reality stands, and Katara wasn't the only one to lose out. Mai, too, had suddenly found herself single.

And the Firebender is secretly thankful for her foe's inattentiveness. The Watermaiden's murmur is a strain on Azula's ears, but she manages to piece enough of it together to form her own response, "Actually, yes."

When Katara draws closer, the younger girl's eyes immediately swivel to the side. Seeing that sweat-soaked garment clinging to a curvaceous form up close would only make her little problem worse. As for the demand the Waterbender issues, she appears unfettered. "Don't turn this on me. You're the one being purposely vague. I suppose I could lay back and read a book, but I hardly think that's what you meant by 'do whatever'." She exaggerates a shrug, lips arcing into a devious smirk. Might as well have some fun with this while she can. "I have no idea what you were talking about."

[imaq_uajuq]

Oh, royals are special. Katara has found out. And Katara has moved on and lost out on quite a few things while Mai has gained. If it hadn’t been for the friendship prior, everything would have shattered. And it helped she didn’t travel as much as she used to. She didn’t have to be reminded.

She glances down at Azula now, eyeing the other girl and absolutely hating the fact she’s more dressed and easily can hide the effects of the drugs and the vapor. And now she studies because she doesn’t want to feel like the room doesn’t affect Azula. It has to or neither of them would be here.

“And don’t you dare turn it on me! I can out last you in this room if we are lacking food and water. I can get water, you can’t. And you were looking, weren’t you?” There’s a swell of excited triumph at the thought that Azula was looking at her combined with the heady uncomfortable throbbing between her legs and the disgust that Azula was looking.

[azure_prodigy]

Royals are special, and if Katara allows herself an open mind, perhaps she'll see that it runs in the family. If even awkward Zuko can land a mate, surely his magnetic sister can -- should she want to. But right now? She isn't looking to. The Waterbender need not worry about travel or seeing her ex any time soon if the Hotel has its say.

Without looking directly at the other girl, Azula feels eyes upon her, and her leg crosses that much tighter. Much as she wishes the peasant would back up, voicing this desire would make clear her discomfort with the sudden closeness. The glare upon her intensifies, but still, the Princess refuses to meet the icy gaze.

"Would you really be able to live with yourself if I dehydrated in this room because you wouldn't share your water source?" She almost sounds bored by it all; a ploy to further aggravate the Waterbender. "I wasn't looking at anything," she dismisses, as though Katara had no effect whatsoever on the stiff ache between her own legs.

[imaq_uajuq]

It took her weeks to be able to trust Zuko, it took her months to truly care for him as a friend. And she saw what that earned her; though she couldn't bring herself to hate Zuko like she couldn't bring herself to hate Aang. And Zuko tried to befriend her, even if his methods had been questionable.

Katara notices that little gesture and she's suddenly reminded of her brother again. When they first began to travel with Aang, Sokka was at an age where the wind was enough to make his body revolt. If he was sitting, he would sit exactly like that. But it doesn't quite strike her there's something different with Azula, only the fact she's shielding herself from the physical fact that Katara is turning her on.

And the Waterbender smiles a soft but mean smile. What would have repulsed her just minutes ago has become something of an advantage. But she dares not admit Azula being turned on brings a delicious ache between her legs.

"Oh, it would bother me if you were utterly helpless." Katara almost coos and the tone shocks her. "But you're being so obtuse and I don't know how I can help you." She takes a step closer, a step nearer, and displays full curves and tight clothing that barely hides anything now. "Besides, there's not much else you can look at right now besides me."

[azure_prodigy]

For as long as it took Katara to trust and like Zuko, the Hotel is forcing her in a matter of minutes -- hours, if they held out -- to act in intimate ways with his sister that she'd never even consider doing with him, let alone her.

And Azula seems to have reached that precarious age herself; she's a good year or so younger than Katara's brother. But Sokka never needed to worry about aphrodisiacal vapors or being trapped in a room with a girl wearing skintight clothing, the only means of escape being what they are. At least he could get up and leave, or utilize an object to shield himself. These are options unavailable to the pensive Firebender, whose discomfort only grows the longer her enemy stands nearby.

Azula hates the advantage the older girl now holds over her. Katara doesn't have to seat herself a certain way; she can even stand up and look down upon the Princess. It's demeaning to her station, and unless she wants to reveal something, she's stuck like this until the Watermaiden gets bored. Her breath is measured as she sighs through tight lips.

Unless the Hotel somehow forbids it, she can try to ignore her arousal until it goes down. But why can't the Waterbender look away, just for a moment, so she can at least readjust herself?

Azula warily regards the other girl from the corner of her eye, noting the soft yet malicious smile. Oh, she hates what this room is doing to her; this loss of power and ascendancy. Katara is very obviously turned on herself, but she can wear it much more openly.

Her eyebrows shift at the change in tone -- is the peasant toying with her? "Obtuse? What do you mean?" Of course there are other things to look at. The wall, the bed... no, not the bed. The floor, the entrances to the kitchen and bathroom, the bookcase (she can't see the titles from here to know if they're sexy or not), the dresser...

Curiosity gets the best of her; she sneaks a peek, and her throat is parched. "I don't have to look at you."

[imaq_uajuq]

And Katara finds it fascinating how the Princess is reacting. The younger girl's chest seems to fall up and down rapidly and the sweat highlights the soft curves of Azula's face and the plumpness of lips. Funny, she always thought Azula wore makeup to make her lips look bigger. They look full and lush and she wonders what they can-

Katara merely steps closer and she attempts to hold herself provocatively. She can bare this, she thinks, if she can get Azula to admit to it first. But the throbbing continues and she swears the vapors are getting thicker around them. The Hotel seems amused by the passionate hatred between the two and ready to stroke the fire.

But Azula can see Katara is only a little better off and if she looks to the older girls eyes, she can see the pupil is dilated in cool pool of blue. Katara wants... wants out and she will do her best not to admit her need first.

"I really don't know how to help you," Katara says, hands on her hips and her eyes never leaving Azula's face. "You won't tell me anything." And a smile teases even wider, a mean one, and small thrill she's made the girl who made life so difficult for so long very uncomfortable. "And what else would you be looking at? We could look together."

[azure_prodigy]

It's true: Azula's back to sweating, a thin sheen of moisture emerging upon her brows. There may even be the faintest beginnings of a flush to pinken the pale skin of her cheeks. Even when draw to a flat line, the fullness of her lips is undisguised -- and she's not about to wonder what she could do with them. Regulating her breathing is becoming more and more of an effort, chest rising and falling very apparently beneath her vest and undershirt. It's hot in this room, and the pulse beneath her leg is hotter yet...

She's not about to openly admit anything, 'lest her body betray her. Her foot is beginning to fall asleep from being held at an odd angle; she consciously curls her toes within her boot to return blood to closing veins. An eyebrow involuntarily twitches. Stubbornly, she refuses to give full attention to the Waterbender and her sensual pose.

In that brief flicker of a glance, she could see the dilation of pupils, and she can't help but wonder for that moment what the older girl is thinking.

"There's nothing to tell, peasant," she affirms, voice wavering toward the end. "Why would you even want to help me?" That particular question is genuine; it's not like they're on good terms, and the dreadful Hotel is forcing them into civility otherwise unfounded. Eyes of sharp gold dart unfocused around the room. "...The bookcase," she finally settles upon.

[imaq_uajuq]

The light within the room gives Katara a lovely coppery sheen and she does feel almost faint. Her blue eyes are intense in the darkness and a soft stain of crimson settles upon her checks. Her lips, not quite as full as Azula's, express her growing delight in her petty revenge. She knows this is a rarity; it may not happen again, but she has the power right now. She can read it in the other girl's face.

It's almost a pity, hips held at a tilt, shoulder raised to present the silhouette of her body. And the clothes are suffocating Katara now; she can't even imagine how the Fire Princess can deal with all those clothes.

"To help myself, of course." Katara rolls her eyes and steps even closer, there's barely a foot between them now. "I don't want to be stuck here with you, and you don't want to be stuck here with me. We're not going to get out by killing each other or harming each other." Water-blue eyes dart in the director of the bookcase before she turns back to Azula. "Shall we check it out then?"

[azure_prodigy]

Those eyes. Azula begrudgingly admits to herself that they're quite striking, exotic in their color and even their size; very wide and expressive, so unlike her own, perpetually harsh and narrowed. The blue gaze almost appears to glow in the murky light.

The Firebender has a sneaking suspicion as to why Katara feels so emboldened. She doesn't know the gravity of their situation like Azula does. Maybe she has some kind of illusions about intimacy, but the Princess does not, having indulged in another girl's body. She knows what it entails; how powerful and vulnerable all at once it can be. And more and more, it seems as though Katara isn't privy to the younger girl's little secret -- maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't be as eager then.

Stretching in place, she absently reaches back to wipe at the clammy skin of her neck, dampened by beads of sweat. She's going to hold on to her clothes for as long as she can stand; she'll fight the Hotel's cruel whims. But it's getting harder and harder to resist glimpsing at the other girl whose own clothes leave precious little to the imagination.

"You seem so calm about this," Azula points out, careful to keep her voice aloof in the face of their increasing closeness. "What happened to 'doing whatever'?" And it isn't as though the Fire Princess is completely ignorant to what that euphemism stands for; had she been granted privacy, she would've done whatever already. ...Oh, so Katara wants to actually go over there and look at the bookcase. That somehow figures. "If you're curious, you can go look. It's neither here nor there to me."

[imaq_uajuq]

Katara’s always was frustrated with her eyes, though she’s become a woman in Water Tribe terms (16), she looks younger because of their expression. People read her so easily because of her eyes. Her biggest flaw; even her brother’s eyes are more like their mother’s. She had to get their father’s eyes.

Because she hasn’t been physically intimate with another, she absolutely knows how it is to feel the physical rush. She’s furious beyond measure that her first time will have to be forced, a matter of survival. Katara will not get emotionally attached to something so awful.

For a moment, the water bender decides that Azula has a pretty neck. Like a swan’s that leaves her skin bare for all to see. She takes a deep breath and decides it’s the vapor, and it will always be the vapor.

“I am clam. I thought you’d be too.” She murmurs softly. “And I thought you’d be more agreeable in to doing whatever we must to get out of here. Are you starting to enjoy my company?” Her white smile is sharp. “Well, if you don’t want to go, I’ll just stand right here and until you tell me what we need to do.”

[azure_prodigy]

...But they're lovely eyes. Very alluring. That's why Azula can't look at them right now.

If there's one thing the Princess is secretly grateful for (not that she'd ever concede that it meant anything), it's that her first time was with someone of her own choosing. It wasn't glamorous or even well-coordinated, but it happened at her own behest, and it was a physically satisfying experience without pressure. No perverted brothel could ever take that away from her. And fueled by the heat of the room, coupled with the attractiveness of her forced mate, the idea of sex is admittedly very compelling; the throbbing between her legs will tell her so before her brain submits to the truth, but why must it be with someone so irritating?

Azula blinks at the attention being given to her neck, one of the few areas of her body unobstructed by cloth. Yes, another peek was taken.

"I am calm," she nearly snarls, frustration eking out. Frustration with the situation; frustration with Katara; frustration with herself and her inability to control her own bodily reactions. Though she has no way of knowing it, Katara should be glad Azula isn't so eager to consummate their fate; she just might have bent the Waterbender over the bed and taken her right there. It's what nearly every fiber of her being is screaming at her to do.

"I'm..." A heavy pause, "I'm not enjoying this. I would almost think you were, though."

If Katara wasn't going to move, then... "Fine. Let's go to the bookcase." Spoken with the hope that the older girl would turn around and go first, leaving the Firebender with the much needed opportunity to reposition herself. Being stuck horizontally in a pair of pants isn't fun -- or convenient.

[imaq_uajuq]

Katara has already decided this wouldn't count; and it would never count. Absolutely not. Oh, she prays this will be the worse thing that could happen to her in this place of lust. And she has a horridly faint suspicion this probably won't be the worse thing.

She hates this room; hates the aching between her legs and the slick feeling between her tights. She hates finding attraction in her enemy beyond the aesthetic qualities.

Katara wants it over.

A ping of triumph sparkles in Katara's brain and her smile fades away. Though, if Azula did attempt such matters, she found find a furious water bender who still had the movement of her fingers. "Well, my enjoyment of this is almost over." She admits with a simple shrug.

"The bookcase then," Katara gave the girl the satisfaction of turning around. Her hips swayed and the clingy damp cloth showed off the lush hips and ripe backside of a young Watermaid that swayed easily enough. After all, Waterwomen were infamous for having them, after all.

[azure_prodigy]

If Azula's mind was as sharp and attuned to her surroundings as usual, unaffected by the haze of lustful vapors, she would realize that she would always hold this over her foe, whether the peasant accepted or denied it. She would claim the title of Katara's first; the person who took the willful Waterbender's virginity. No doubt the euphoria will set in later.

The prodigy wants it over, too, but the two girls aren't quite on the same page -- yet.

"Why do you say that?" The response is too intriguing not to pursue. The peasant wants to tease, but not go through with the act? Again, typical. It would almost appear Azula's accrued karma is somehow paying her back for all her wrongdoings. Well, maybe a fraction.

Tightly clenched legs are promptly uncrossed the instant Katara turns her back, and there's a soft rustle of satiny fabric as the Firebender removes herself from the bed to stand stiffly -- in more ways than one. Wasting no time in shifting her arousal to her waistband, she moves to follow her elder... until her eyes lock onto that luscious backside and sashaying hips. She audibly sighs, and if the Watermaiden isn't far enough away, she most certainly can hear it. Why is everything such a tease in this place? Her hands ball into fists, nails pinning into soft flesh to detract from the tantalizing sight in front of her.

She stalks briskly to the bookcase; the quicker her movements, the better, she hopes.