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Azutara #48

azutara highschool reunion au lets goooo!!!!!

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REMEMBER WHEN WE . . . ?

One can only hope.

One can only hope that they have carefree fun with their childhood best friends, seeing them after, like what, 15 years? Yeah . . . give or take. Playing, ‘recognise that one?’ And catching up non-stop the whole time for one single beautiful night.

But, one can only hope.

Katara hoped too. Of the same carefree night, when she entered the huge hall, looking all around in awe at the population inside, chattering away merrily. She approaches the reception with a warm smile on her face, and the young girl sitting behind the desk returns her smile with twice the radiance.

"Your name, please?" The girl asks, prying open a giant list.

"Katara Imeq" Katara grins.

The girl instantly rushes through the list and finds Katara's name a few seconds later. She then finds a label sticker, writes Katara's name down and offers it to her, instructing her to stick it on her dress and make it visible. Katara does as told, thanks the girl, and walks into the hall bustling with energy and laughter.

Hope, as it turns out, is not her strong forte. Katara spends literally 5 minutes of catching up with a friend group when she notices.

It's her.

Katara's worst nightmare.

She's here.

She'd hoped against all hopes that she wouldn't be here. That she's too much of a diva to ever come to a party as lame as this. That she wouldn't even look twice at the reunion invitation sent out to every class '09.

But here she is, standing at the other side of the great hall, gaining a whirlpool of attention around her.

Azula Sei'naka.

She's wearing the finest looking silk robe Katara's ever seen. It's flamboyantly blood red. Any other person wearing it to this casual, friendly party would've been standing out painfully against all the suits and the formal dresses. But THE Azula Sei'naka wears it with such ease and confidence that she's the one that's complimenting the robe and not the other way around.

It's a feast for the eyes even from this distance, but Katara would never admit it.

She'd also never in a million years admit that the very sight of the woman gets her heart to race annoyingly faster. It'll be like she's just another dumb nobody, swarming around the diva, calling out her name, thinking her every move to be sent straight from the spirits or something. Forget saying, even thinking her name was too much for Katara. She doesn't know how these imbeciles are even nearing the diva without spontaneously dying.

Katara busies herself making small talk with her group of friends. She's seeing Suki and Tami after a long time and she's not gonna let some jerk spoil her mood. The last time she saw them, they were graduating. And she surely does not want to think about the last time she and the diva had been in the same room together, unintentionally plaguing her mind. She's better off staying at this side of the room, thank you very much.

It's relatively easy. All Katara has to do is hide behind her friends and talk as much as she likes and the whirlpool surrounding the diva does the job for her, making her stay well out of sight.

But paradise, can only last for that long. The blue-eyed woman excuses herself out of habit to go get a drink in order to make the catching up and embarrassing stories a little easier to handle. She stands at the makeshift bar, smiling politely as the bartender fixes her a drink. She runs her eyes over the bartender’s face. His hair falls over to cover his eyes partially but that does not hide the fact that the left side of his face, around the eye, is scarred. Katara can’t help but feel that he’s familiar.

She gets her drink and returns back to her friends.

She lasts two minutes before it happens.

A clearing opens up in the whirlpool of heads surrounding the diva and Katara’s glance is timed perfectly in sync when golden-brown eyes suddenly fall on her like a dart hitting the bulls-eye. It happens so fast that Katara almost physically flinches with the sheer force of that intense pair of eyes she’s gone 15 years without peering into.

All these years, she’d gone without thinking too much about her high-school days. But this night, is especially made to think about it. And Katara feels the force of memories come crashing down on her with just a single glance. Their gazes stay connected for a long moment, before Katara wills herself to look away, feeling an odd shiver up her spine.

Her peripheral vision tells her that the diva’s making a move, striding slowly around the hall to meet with everybody, finally breaking away from her audience. Exactly a minute later, Katara hears that drawly, nagging voice beside her.

“Well, well, well. Look who it is. The woman in STEM.”

Katara doesn’t immediately turn. She doesn’t have to. She knows exactly who it is. One might think that even after all these years, she would forget that voice. But she didn’t. She can’t.

“What do you want, Sei’naka?” Suki, the ever protective companion that she is, lifts her chin up, facing the diva. “Your little pity group is over there. Why don’t you go and entertain them, as you should.”

Katara places her hand on Suki’s arm gently. When Suki turns to look at her, she indicates with her eyes, not to engage anymore. It’s a terrible waste of time, Katara knows it. And they’re adults now, for spirit’s sake! This is turning out to be petty.

The diva clicks her tongue in mock pity. “And here I thought I was welcome here to catch up with everybody. It’s a damn shame.” She shakes her head.

It’s only then, Katara’s eyes find her. “We have nothing to talk about.”

The diva doesn’t answer. She narrows her eyes just a sliver, a smug smile on her face. Her gaze is intense and sharp, piercing Katara’s soul, making her want to fidget and bury herself into a hole. A long moment of silence passes between them. Katara looks all around, trying to keep herself from losing her sanity and that’s when she notices Ty Lee and Mai standing at either side of the diva.

But then, Azula’s ember like eyes are in her line of vision again, and Katara can breathe no more.

“Nothing at all?”

The diva’s voice is a low drawl, meant only for Katara to hear. Katara’s eyes snap, catching on pretty quickly that the diva is insinuating something far different than what the others around them can perceive. It makes her skin crawl. Especially because she catches on to the exact thing she’s trying to make her pay attention to.

She doesn’t want to think about it. She really does not. But, it’s all her mind can go to. The dusty supply closet. Her splayed open lab coat. Azula’s dark hair under her fingers. Her aching sighs. She can almost smell the air and feel Azula-

Katara breaks herself away from her own little hell-hole. “Nothing except surprise, seeing these two still in touch with you even after all the things you did to them in high school.” She motions at Mai and Ty Lee behind the diva with a single, lazy finger.

Azula pulls her head back, just as Mai ad Ty Lee steal a quick glance at one another.

“They were kind enough to support me when I went through a rough time. You wouldn’t know, would you?” The diva says, with a slight shake of her head.

Katara frowns. THE Azula Sei’naka is capable of uttering words that aren’t inherently mean?! When?! How?!

“Whatever.” Katara sighs, before walking away from the place.

Suki and Ty Lee have been friends over Azula’s back and that led to a series of events that ensued a power struggle through the entire junior year. Katara, as always, had sided with Suki that led to a tense rivalry between her and the diva. Now that Katara thinks back to it, it’s kinda lame, and petty. It was a stupid fight and didn’t really matter anymore.

But that doesn’t mean that she’s over her hatred towards Azula Sei’naka. That girl single-handedly made not just Katara’s but everybody’s life living hell in high-school and she’ll never not hate her for it. But that all came crashing down, that one fateful day in the supply closet. The day Katara can never forget, even if she lives a million years. Even if she dies.

***

Katara finds herself sat at the bar with a freshly made drink in her hand again. It’s loud. Too loud. People are flocking in, along with their plus ones and it’s getting crowded and chaotic, almost like it’s a club party.

Suki, Mai and Ty Lee are chatting in the distance. Well, at least Suki and Ty Lee are. Mai’s just, there. She watches them for a little while, before turning around on the stool to face the makeshift bar counter.

“No plus one?” She hears a voice beside her.

And again, she doesn’t really have to turn her head to know who it is. It’s the same raspy drawl she can recognise anywhere.

“Spirits! You’re everywhere.” Katara sighs, sipping her drink for liquid courage.

Azula slides herself onto the stool right beside Katara, leaning on the counter. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Of what business is it to you?”

When Azula doesn’t answer, Katara looks to her side with a slight frown. She’s taken aback when she finds Azula’s eyes scrutinising her curiously with no mockery in them whatsoever.

“What?”

Azula shrugs. “Nothing.”

It’s strange. So strange. Katara’s never seen Azula behaving this way. Never.

Azula’s gaze falls on the glass in front of Katara and she reaches out to grab the drink, downing it in one gulp. Katara squints her eyes in offence. For a proper, high-end actress, Azula’s lack of manners is still astonishing.

“Are you for real?” Katara asks, disgusted with her behaviour.

“I could’ve fixed you your own drink, Zula.” Katara startles as the bartender speaks up from behind the counter. “You didn’t have to trouble her like that.”

"But where's the fun in that, Zuzu?" Azula replies, a smug smile on her face.

Katara watches on, confused. Then suddenly, it clicks. Her eyes widen ever-so-slightly as she looks at the bartender again.

Zuko Sei'naka.

Azula's brother. He was their senior, before he graduated the class of '07. But how his sister went on to become a rising, talented actress and he's standing here bartending, Katara will never know.

"Stop being mean." He says, wiping the counter clean. Then he moves away to the back, leaving Katara and Azula alone on the other side.

The raging party around them, drowns Katara in her thoughts. She almost forgets that Azula’s right beside her, until she hears her talk.

“What?” Katara leans towards her, not hearing her over the din.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Azula leans a bit closer too, raising her voice a little.

Katara gives her a curious look, not really sure if she’s being serious. They’re not the kind of girls who have a girl’s night out just for the sake of it. Hell, they were rivals during their high-school years, picking up petty bickering whenever they can. It’s no surprise that they don’t even have each other’s number. All the interactions they’ve had before this evening were purely superficial (well, except for that one time, of course, but Katara doesn’t like to count that as an interaction). So, she can’t really be blamed for her astonishment when such a proposition is kept in front of her by THE Azula Sei’naka.

The Azula Sei’naka who broke their friend group. The Azula Sei’naka who jabbed her with insults and trolls whenever she spotted Katara in the school hallways. The Azula Sei’naka who lit Katara’s project on fire and made it up as an ‘accident’.

But it’s the same Azula Sei’naka who kept Katara’s sexuality a secret when she didn’t expect her to. It’s the same Azula Sei’naka who made her feel things she didn’t know she could feel – both mentally and physically. It’s the same Azula Sei’naka who made her shiver and shudder and-

Katara gulps. “W- Where?” She asks, voice unsure and unstable.

The glint in the diva’s eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. “Somewhere that isn’t a room full of noise pollution.” She says before getting up. “You coming?”

Katara isn’t sure. This is turning out to be not what she had expected at all. All she wanted was a peaceful night, catching up with her friends. But, this ain’t it. She eyes the diva incredulously, not really certain if she’s genuine or wants to secretly murder her in an alleyway or something. But, she already feels like dying, so murder doesn’t seem that deadly or far-fetched either. She looks at Azula’s expectant eyes and immediately comes to a decision. She doesn’t know why.

She huffs out a short breath before pushing herself up and away from the bar stool. “Alright.”

***

It’s still early for the night, but the winter hangs over them, darkness engulfing the world quicker and Katara wishes she was wearing something thicker instead of her thin strapped, azure-blue, crystal, flowing dress. She looks over at Azula.

The diva had gotten rid of her long robe, and everything underneath revealed a whole different Azula. A short sleeved, red, tank-top that went splendidly with a greenish-blue, high-waist jean. She has a jacket and an overcoat on, wearing the expensive garments like it was second nature to her.

Cold breeze flaps against her dress as she steps out of Azula’s car. The setting sun illuminates the beauty before her eyes. An enormous lake, surrounded by lush, green trees and a winding pathway around it, filled with warm glow from some old-fashioned lamps studded all along, makes Katara reel.

Azula walks around the car and smiles. Katara’s pretty sure people will go to war with her if she ever tells them that Azula’s 32 years old. She looks not a day older than 22. She’s matured, sure, but she still has this young glow over her. The orange sun hits the diva’s eyes and it glimmers with rare elegance. And that’s when Katara knows that the diva’s career choice fits her perfectly.

A faint murmur of people already present at the lake reaches Katara’s ears. It’s a welcome distraction from the crowded party hall and the ever increasing vision of Azula’s lips in front of her. She clears her throat and hugs her arms, averting her gaze to the glassy mass of water.

Katara becomes suddenly aware of a slight problem though.

“Is it safe for you to be out in public like this?” She questions, worry creasing her forehead.

Azula shrugs, locking her car and starting to walk. “As long as they don’t recognise me, we’re good.”

Katara follows right behind. “Are you sure? You don’t even have your bodyguards around-”

“I’m not that big of an actress, STEM. We’re good. But it’s cute to see you worry about me.”

“I’m not-” Katara’s taken aback, not by the bluntness of Azula’s statement, but by how right she is. And even after all these years, she still calls her STEM. Katara doesn’t know what to make of it.

Azula laughs softly. “Yeah, yeah.”

They walk a short distance to step into the path running along the circumference of the lake. It’s silent between them, unsaid words and tensions taut on Katara’s shoulders, waiting to fall off any moment.

It’s Azula who speaks first. “You got into medical school?”

The question startles Katara. She glances to her side briefly before nodding. “It was tough. But, yes.”

“Tough how?”

The genuine curiosity hanging heavily in Azula’s tone makes Katara frown in confusion.

“You really wanna hear about all the tests and preparations I went through to get into medical school?”

“If it gets you talking, then yes.”

The frown gets deeper on Katara’s face. She abruptly stops walking, not really sure whether to keep going, or run like crazy cuz, Azula’s being somewhat cordial towards her and it’s genuinely making her question her whole existence, getting scared for her life as this is turning out to be every horror movie’s beginning.

“Sei’naka, what’s going on?” She questions.

Azula looks back from where she’d walked forward without noticing that Katara’s left behind. She stops too, fully turning around to stand before Katara. “What?”

“This-” Katara begins, not really sure how to articulate what she’s feeling.

Azula steps closer to her. “What?”

Katara looks up at her for a moment, before gesturing wildly with her hands. “I don’t know! This whole thing! Why are we here?! Why are you being nice to me?! Why are you asking about my life as if you’re my fucking friend?! What’s going on?!” Her voice becomes a little softer. “I feel like I’m going crazy.”

A sudden chilly breeze picks up from the lake and drifts to their lithe bodies. Katara hugs her arms instinctively, shuddering.

Katara notices the way Azula’s eyes run over her body, before immediately removing her overcoat and wrapping it around Katara’s shoulders in one smooth motion. The blue-eyed woman is instantly hit with warmth and Azula’s intoxicating scent, without warning. It makes her head go dizzy, her body tingling and buzzing. Azula grabs the collars of the coat and pulls it close in front of Katara’s chest, wrapping her up like a giant burrito. Katara’s stunned into silence, and she’s not really sure why. Maybe it’s the sudden proximity.

“I’m not the same person I was years ago, Katara.” The diva’s saying and Katara can’t hear it over the loud cacophony of feelings rushing over her. “That little idea you have of me in your head? Throw it out.”

Azula motions with her eyes to continue walking, and Katara can’t help but obey.

She pulls the collars closer together around her body, basking in the warmth that it provides. She involuntarily begins to breathe deeper, not really realising that she’s doing it for the sweet scent.

They walk for a little while in silence.

Katara can’t help but notice the pretty glow of the lamps as they pass each one. It fills her with an uncharacteristic feeling. One that makes her want to cherish this moment forever in the fear of it disappearing suddenly.

Azula leads them both to an empty bench at the edge of the lake. The chirping of birds coming home has died down a little, giving rise to owl hoots and cricket trills. The sun’s set completely, and the light of the lamps bounce off of the peaceful lake. They sit, basking in serenity.

Katara’s the first to break the silence. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Azula silences her. “I understand why you’d think that way. In fact, I’m the one who should be making an apology. I’ve been a complete asshole to all of you. I know my age doesn’t really excuse my behaviour, but I truly am sorry for all the things that happened during our childhood.”

Katara can do nothing but blink, hanging her jaw to the floor.

This is like some kind of fabrication her brain’s desperately making up, trying to paint Azula as a better, decent human being. But, no! The coat is still warm around her and she can still smell that damn intoxicating smell. Surely, you can’t feel and smell stuff in dreams, right?

“I- I don’t know what to say-”

“You don’t have to accept my apology right away, STEM.” Azula’s perfectly manicured fingers raise up. “I know it’ll be hard for you to do that.”

Is it hard, though? Katara can’t help but wonder. All her life, she’s been living in this mental image of Azula Sei’naka being top of the food chain, preying on everybody else. But to think that her image’s been wrong for over a decade, stuns Katara.

“Okay. But I need some time.” Katara hesitates. “It’s not like we’re going to meet again after tonight.”

Even in this dimly lit setting, Katara can still see Azula’s face fall. “Right.”

Silence falls between them again, and the blue-eyed woman is determined not to elongate it any further. “Getting my application accepted was hard. But they eventually did and I was the happiest girl on the planet.”

Azula perks up. “Medical school?”

Katara smiles. “Yeah.”

“Tell me more.”

“Well-”

“OH MY GOD IT’S AZULA SEI’NAKA!!” A woman’s screech echoes through the open lake and both Azula and Katara jump out of their skins.

Wide blue eyes meet annoyed golden-brown and panic sets in.

“I swear, they have like a seventh sense or something.” Azula grumbles before taking Katara’s hand in hers. “Quick, before a crowd settles here.”

They get up in a flash, rushing towards the direction of Azula’s car. Katara’s pretty sure she’ll never get over the feel of her hand in Azula’s.

***

The first thing that Katara notices is the delicious warmth. And only after that does she lay her eyes on the expensive furniture laid out in Azula’s mansion as she steps in through the door. It’s huge. Katara’s entire house can fit into Azula’s living room. And yet, she doesn’t feel intimidated. They had been laughing when they arrived and the mirth dies down on Katara’s face and a look of complete awe replaces it.

“Wow.” She breathes.

“I know, right?” Azula smiles behind her.

Blue eyes scan the entire space. “Beautiful.”

Golden eyes never leave Katara. “Yes.”

Katara turns around in a flash. “You could at least try and be humble.”

Azula just chuckles.

The over coat’s still around Katara’s shoulders.

“Drink?”

“Just water.” Katara replies, making herself comfortable on the huge couch. The whole house seems abandoned. For such a star, this seems to be such a lonely life to lead.

A few seconds later Azula hands her a glass. She takes a big gulp, before setting it down on the table set low in front of her.

“Remember that one guy who always had to skateboard everywhere, even into the classrooms?” The diva asks, sitting down beside Katara.

Katara almost chokes on her water, remembering it. She swallows hurriedly before speaking. “One time, he literally ran over my foot and didn’t even apologise!”

“The nerve!”

“Oh, please! As if you wouldn’t have done the same.”

Azula pretends to think for a while before nodding. “You know what? I would have.”

Both of them share a giggle.

Silence falls between them again, making them sober up from their laughter.

“Hey.” Katara says after a while.

“Hm?”

“You mentioned earlier about a rough time you went through . . .”

Azula’s gaze falls on her. “Yeah . . .”

Katara pauses for a moment. “I mean . . . If you’re not comfortable talking about it-”

“No, no. It’s fine.” Azula sighs. “I went through this whole psychotic phase triggered by my mother leaving and my father being a bitch about it . . .” She notices Katara’s expectant glance and continues. “Long story short, I got over it by contacting Mai and Ty Lee again. I don’t why I contacted them of all people, but maybe it was the child in me reaching out to the happy days with them again or something. And . . . here I am.”

Katara’s eyebrows knit together. “Wow . . . I . . .”

Azula lets out a dry chuckle. “My brother and I coped in different ways. But we coped, and that’s what’s important.”

Katara nods.

She moves closer to Azula on the couch, with the intent of comforting her. She reaches out a hesitant arm, not really sure if she’s allowed to do it. The diva’s waiting, looking at Katara’s hand with a strange expression that she can’t decipher.

When a few seconds pass with Katara not progressing even a bit, Azula chuckles again, shaking her head. “You’re bad at this.”

The blue-eyed woman huffs out a breath and her arm falls limply on the couch. “You need not add fuel to the fire.”

“Comforting people isn’t my strong suit either. But I learned from the best. Here, let me demonstrate.”

Katara’s heart stops when pure warmth moves from one side of the couch to sit right next to her in one fell swoop. She watches on with bated breath and deer like eyes. The diva’s arms open up wide, inviting her. Katara stares at her open arms for a long moment. “W- What am I looking at?”

Azula rolls her eyes. “You’re supposed to hug, silly.”

“Oh.” She leans forward, not really opening her arms for a hug, but purely intent on just, going with the flow. She’s hesitant at first but then, when she sees that Azula means no harm, she allows herself to fall completely.

Azula’s arms instantly wrap around her, like a second over coat. It’s crazy how Katara can feel her heat even over the enormous coat. It’s like she doesn’t even need it anymore. She’s tense for a bit, but relaxes rapidly as she understands how comfortable this is.

“See?” She hears Azula’s voice vibrating near her ear. A hand wraps around her waist and pulls her forward to make her lean on the sturdy chest, more comfortably, and Katara just short-circuits. “This is comforting.”

“I’m pretty sure this is called cuddling.” Katara mumbles out from underneath layers of clothing and warmth, half buried and half trying to hide the faint red of her cheeks.

The laugh that ensues, emerges from deep within the diva. Like an earthquake waiting to spill. “Well, in that case-” She says, before removing her arms from Katara’s lithe body and moving back.

Katara whines almost immediately. She wasn’t even aware that she did it until she hears Azula’s confused, “What?” above her.

“Don’t!”

“Don’t what? I thought you didn’t want to-”

“I never said that!”

Azula pauses for a moment. “Okay, then . . .”

Katara feels the warmth of Azula’s hands returning back to her and she instantly feels at ease.

It’s crazy, really. If you’d gone back in time and told a teenage Katara that she’d be cuddling with THE Azula Sei’naka, she would’ve probably slapped you across the face. But things are different now. Things are blurry and grey and somehow also ruminant and luminous. Almost like Azula’s singlehandedly slurring a clear pond.

“Remember that one time you wore heels to class?” Azula murmurs against her hair.

Katara nods, or at least tries to. “I would’ve tripped and ate dirt if you didn’t . . .” She lifts her head up slightly, looking into soft golden-brown orbs, “If you didn’t catch me.”

She doesn’t know what comes over her. Maybe it’s the alcohol still in her system. Maybe it’s the quiet of the night. Maybe it’s the rush of feelings at the old memory. Maybe it’s their proximity. Maybe, just maybe it’s the look Azula’s giving her. She isn’t quite sure. But the next thing Katara knows, she’s reaching her head up closer to Azula and capturing the actress’ lips in a soft, hesitant kiss.

It only lasts a second, before Katara pulls back, reeling at the feeling. A slight sense of panic settles in her heart, her mind racing to the possible things that could go wrong, and if this was a bad idea. But the smile that paints Azula’s face slowly, pulls her back to reality. It’s a huge risk, Katara knows that. And yet it’s something she’s willing to take.

“Remember when we did that?” Katara asks softly, searching golden orbs for something that she herself isn’t sure of.

Azula exhales in a rush. “Maybe if you do it again, it’ll come back to me.”

Katara lands a slap on Azula’s chest in mock anger. “Asshole.”

The giggle that erupts from the diva’s chest instructs Katara to feel it more. She moves impossibly closer to Azula, eyes staying locked on her, heart thundering away inside her bruising chest. She feels like a teenager again, head giddy and giggly.

“Remember when I did this?” Azula gushes, immediately before dipping her head down and placing an open-mouthed kiss on Katara’s soft neck.

“Azula!” Katara gasps, her eyes shutting close involuntarily.

And Azula’s hot breath is against her ear. “I love how you say my name.”

Katara shudders. She’s rarely called Azula by her name before. She simply did not see the need to do it, as people often knew whom she’s referring to without even the mention of her name. This is probably the second time this has happened. The first time, well, Katara would blush beet-red just thinking about it.

Azula’s skin is unfathomably soft. Her gentle hands scout Katara’s tan skin, before pulling her own coat away from the healer’s delicate shoulders. Katara shivers at the sudden hit of cold air, but then, Azula’s mouth is upon her shoulders, enveloping her in pure heat.

“Azula . . .” She’s whispering. Maybe she’s whining, she doesn’t really know. But it’s all she can say right now.

When Azula looks back up, Katara knows exactly what’s supposed to happen now. And she does just that. Their lips crash in sync for a bruising kiss, hands desperately trying to pull each other as close as possible. It’s aching and urgent now, kinda like how it was all those years back in their school’s supply closet.

It’s insane how the same kind of energy is buried within them even after all these years.

They get up in a hurry, making their way to Azula’s master bedroom, stumbling and crashing into random stuff along the way. When they finally make it, it only takes Azula a fraction of a second to push Katara to her back on the bed.

When the clothes come off, Katara feels Azula’s eyes on her, drinking in the luscious sight, hungrily raking her gaze everywhere, unashamedly.

“I can’t believe you’re here, in front of me right now.” The actress is saying, climbing on to the bed, to sit right in between Katara’s legs. She loops her arm around Katara’s waist and lifts her up, pulling her close. The motion causes the healer to land right on Azula’s lap, her leg wrapping around the actress’ sides.

The noise that escapes Katara is sent straight from hell.

The only coherent word out of the healer’s throat is, “Azula . . .” and everything after that, becomes a pure, warm, fuzzy, mesh of feelings and desires that she didn’t even know needed satiation.

***

Katara’s fingers trace soft lines over Azula’s bare chest. Their bodies are entangled in a way that has Katara unable to differentiate between her limbs and Azula’s. It’s quiet and serene, with only their breaths for company.

“Azula . . . ?”

“Hm?” The actress is barely awake, exhaustion from their long list of satisfying activities creeping into her system.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

Katara hesitates. She looks up lazily at golden-brown orbs that are half closed. “No one’s ever . . .” she pauses, “done that.”

Azula’s eyes fly open when her brain registers what Katara’s talking about. “No one’s ever gone down on you?!”

The healer flinches a bit, guilt rushing over her system. She shakes her head, ashamed.

“Oh Agni!” Azula exclaims softly, noticing Katara’s reaction. She sits up a little, properly looking at the healer. “Why are you sorry for it?!”

Katara averts her eyes to Azula’s chest, unable to look at her anymore. “Well, you know . . .” she shrugs, “I’m inexperienced, and . . . it’s not something I’ve ever explicitly asked for or anything-”

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“It’s fine, Azula. I don’t deserve it any-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Azula’s voice is stern and firm. “Oh, you beautiful piece of shit . . . do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

Katara blinks. “What?”

Azula huffs. “Do you know how many days and nights I’ve spent thinking about doing that to you but was unable to?”

“Azula, what are you-”

“And here you are telling me that you don’t deserve it?! Hello?! What in the whole world-?!”

“Please, calm down.”

“No, STEM, you need to understand. It’s a crime that no one’s ever gone down on you!”

“Well, most of the people I’ve been with told me that-”

“Most of the people you’ve been with are jerks. You have no idea of how wonderful you are!”

Katara blinks at Azula’s outburst, wide-eyed and astonished.

“You deserve everything good and to think that they were stupid enough to make you think that you aren’t good enough for it just-”

She gets cut off with Katara’s mouth planting itself heavily on hers in a searing kiss. Azula’s stunned.

When Katara pulls apart, she has this seductive look on her face that makes Azula’s insides go bananas.

“Prove it then. You don’t have to keep thinking about me anymore. I’m right here. So, prove to me that I’m good enough.” Katara’s breathing against Azula’s face and that’s enough for Azula to roll on top of her, intent on securing round 2.

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okayyyyy this has been sitting and steaming for a LONG time now and i didn't wanna keep you waiting anon, i'm so sorry.

hope you enjoyed this!!

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