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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Azula doesn't like to display her body, but the room is unbearably warm; stifling... and she never expected a visitor to pop in. Unfortunately, the sweltering air is acting to draw the fabric closer to her in much the same way as for Katara; it would normally hang from her form a bit more than it is at present. Having a feminine build attracts unwanted attention -- she's seen it enough times with Ty Lee, who considers her curves to be assets and utilizes them for that very purpose. It's not so for the Fire Princess. The armor and heavy robes denounce any emerging shape, which, in addition to functionality, is the look she's aiming for. Her current clothes are decidedly utilitarian in design as well, but apparently... not as concealing.
The flickering gaze of gold tears away from the peasant's curvaceous attire; an unwanted distraction ( ... )
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It was over too soon. And her partner told her so. She's not exactly eager to relive that experience. Katara is just the type to point out any perceived flaw as a strike against the Princess's ego.
"I see." Tales of Koh exist throughout the world, extending even to Fire territory, but the prodigy has always taken them with a grain of salt. A frown pulls the corners of her mouth downward. "You're right about that much. This isn't home."
Her head tilts, following the motion of Katara's hands upon her breasts. The Waterbender acts so ashamed of... looking the way she does in those clothes? Feeling a certain way? Her own chest feels warm and her heartbeat grows ( ... )
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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.
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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 ( ... )
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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.
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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.
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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?"
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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