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]

The Water peasant's lack of fear is frustrating, but still subject to change. There must be something that would elicit a tremble or a whimper; the Princess just needs to find it.

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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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.”

[azure_prodigy]

The prodigy is just experiencing a fleeting bout of anxiety; nothing debilitating. She'll be able to do what she needs to, and they can both go on their way. It almost couldn't come soon enough, but then... rushing makes you miss out on all the delicious sensations. Not that a Water Tribe peasant could be considered delicious, but hers is admittedly a supple body, and Azula has itched to sample it. Thinking about it serves to stoke the fire within, and once she fully accepts it, the flames will take hold