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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[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."

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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.

[imaq_uajuq]

It would not happen until later, but Katara would discover her own tibit to hang upon the other girl. To find something to subtly suggest when Azula put so much impact on taking the Maiden’s virginity. But that wouldn’t be discovered until later.

“I’m aware of things and I’m pretty familiar what Fire people tend to think about… stuff.” Really, taking virginity wasn’t such a big deal among her kin. Family was important and it didn’t always matter if a Maid was married to her first lover or to her fifth, as long as a woman had children, it was all fine. That was why spousal abuse was so strongly frowned on among her people; to harm a woman while doing her duties was near unthinkable.

There is a tiny bit of a smile when she hears the sigh and Katara pauses to look over her shoulder at the girl. Her expression is neutral as she studies the petite Princess, the fists at her sides, and the burning of gold eyes.

Katara continues her seductive walk to the bookcase and fingers down one of the spines. If Azula had the time to see it, she would have seen Katara’s face grow briefly red at the title. It was funny, the characters were unfamiliar but she could clearly read the letters.

Oh, she remains red.

[azure_prodigy]

And that tidbit would be a universal source of amusement. Unlike lost virginity, all nations -- and all other walks of life from different worlds yet to be discovered -- could look upon it as a laughable inadequacy. The Firebender will have little recourse but to deny it ever happened.

"And what 'stuff' are you talking about, exactly?" Azula isn't nearly as schooled in the customs and nuances of the other nations as her older "companion", if, for no other reason, because they simply don't matter to her. She never saw the point in educating herself about inferior peoples, and she naturally assumes losing one's virginity is a big deal for everyone.

By the time the Watermaiden throws a glance over her shoulder, the younger girl is in the process of averting her stare. Fingers curled into fists begin to itch as unwanted thoughts enter her mind of caressing the supple backside through the drenched material, fingers reaching around to... no. Both the Hotel and Katara are conspiring against her, testing her resolve, and she vows only to indulge when she's ready.

Keeping her eyes trained toward the floor, Azula comes to a halt behind her enemy and slightly off to the side. From this angle, the red flush across the Waterbender's cheeks is clearly visible, but the title of the book is not. "What does it say?"

[imaq_uajuq]

Of course it would be. In the future Azula's problem would eventually be conquered but what happened will never be erased. In truth, they've found a moment of equalization. And for Katara, that is good as a triumph.

"You're an entirely different culture with entirely different opinions and progativies." Katara said as she looked over her shoulder at Azula. Her hand was on her waist and her shapely rear jutted out with the motion again. "I haven't lived with the Fire Nation, but I have friends among the Fire Nation. I've learned things about perception. "Fertility and childbirth are the big things among my people." She laughs softly, her voice low and heady. "Have to wonder why, huh?"

Katara smiles wider and while apart of her is screaming to stop... she bends down to carefully rear a title that still makes her blush. She presents herself as a perfect target. "Cumalot."

[azure_prodigy]

Azula wants to believe it won't happen this time, but she recognizes that it most likely will. Until she's able to conquer it, it's bound to dampen otherwise satisfying experiences. And the Waterbender is the type to seize any weakness or imperfection and rub it in her enemy's face out of spite. Just because they've been coerced into acting genial toward one another, it doesn't erase the underlying animosity that defines their relationship, if it could even be called that.

"A better culture, yes," the younger girl replies with a detached shrug, discreetly eying the set of Katara's hips, noting the way the Waterbender's posture intentionally accentuates her rear. She then blinks slowly at the peasant's next statement. The Katara she knows is an avid hater of the Fire Nation, particularly after the takeover of Ba Sing Se and undone murder of the Avatar. When did she suddenly acquire Fire friends? She decides it isn't important and instead turns her attention to more immediate issues. "Why?" Her question is honest. Why does the Water Tribe focus so intently on fertility and childbirth?

And then, almost seemingly on purpose to further aggravate her foe's condition, the Watermaiden bends over, bringing her body into a very interesting pose, backside jutting out with gauzy fabric drawn tightly between her legs. Azula feels a twinge below the waist and cringes out of the other girl's view. Taking a deep breath and releasing it in a gradual exhale, she again casts her gaze aside.

"That's..." She grapples with a dignified response. "...fascinating."

Even books aren't safe.

[imaq_uajuq]

Once they’re out of here, Katara is sure they’ll drop the façade between them. She wants nothing more than having Azula out of her life and to focus on getting home.

Katara simply rolls her eyes at the term of a better culture. From what she knows, the culture that Azula’s used to was merely invented only a century ago due to war. The glorious culture that Sozin adored had been discarded in favor of war long ago. Katara acquired fire friends and wouldn’t Azula like to know how she gained them? “Not too many people left.” Katara answers curtly.

“Well.” Katara sighs and turn completely around, “This is… I’m sick of this.” She murmurs and walks over to Azula. “Of all of this. We need to get out.”

[azure_prodigy]

Likewise for Azula, who's vexed by this more self-assured Water peasant. She's certain the Katara of her time, while defiant, would show at least an ounce of fear and less resolve. It'd be easier to take than the girl brimming with confidence mere feet from her.

But that's just it: it's a culture of war, and if there's one driving force in the Fire Princess's life, war is it. The thrill of conquest, of crushing enemies and seizing lands, of rendering entire nations helpless... it's an intoxicating rush of power, and she thrives on it. "Ah. A pity for you and your tribe, I suppose," she replies flippantly.

The younger girl shifts back on her heel at Katara's approach, but remains rooted to her spot. "So you're giving in?"

[imaq_uajuq]

She should realize there is something different about Azula’s behavior. It’s not quite like her breakdown when she last saw her over a year ago. Nothing like that at all. Katara should pin it down, really. But the Watermaid doesn’t, after all she assumes Azula is hesitant about losing her virginity or having an orgasm with Katara.

Because Katara knows she felt the other girl’s eyes on her the entire time.

But it’s not Fire Nation culture; not from what Aang has learned, not what Zuko’s learned. Fire Nation lost it’s beauty and it’s passion and it’s creativity for the sake of power they loss. Just like the Azula she knows, does. “Oh, things are better now. You lost.”

“Giving into the hotel, not to you.” The Watermaid shrugs as she begins to pull off the sweat and vapor drenched top and reaches back to do the knot of her skirt. Of course, she presents her firm young breasts to the other girl. “I’d be doing this no matter who it was.”