The Healing Touch

The Healing Sessions

By: Sarigal
(Aka Minooshka &/or Sarikal in other fanfic circles)

Chap.2

Notes:

Mostly Zuko's PoV, but not exclusively.

It's part of a larger story. For the sake of satiating my pervertness, I've decided to jump to the chapters with the juicy part and post them here as I feel like writing them.

*Prologue-Summary of the larger fanfic*

After saving Katara's life from Azula, Zuko developed epileptic seizures that he goes through every few weeks.

Leaving a pregnant Mai behind to search for his mother, Zuko returns that she has died in childbirth. Grieving her loss, he is supported by his mother and his familly, to which he now places Katara as an important person in his life.

Katara keeps studying with different physicians and healers throughout the 4 nations. Testing and developing methods to try and get rid of his seizures for him.

Throughout these sessions, he's been feeling steadily closer to her after the death of his wife. Obviously this closeness translates itself into phsyical attraction and starts blurring the boundaries of the 'patient' and 'physician' roles they've assumed.


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Zuko looked at the tub in a confusing mixture of apprehension and anticipation. He hated these healing sessions, but not because they caused him pain. They caused an entirely other problem that was the source of many of his fantasies both awkward at the moment, yet fulfilling in the futur when he was alone by himself.

He was topless, the only thing keeping him descent was a dark-colored breaches he used for these sessions, made out of some rare material he wasn't quite sure of the name. Royalty did have it's luxuries. The things where nice and breezy in the hottest fire-nation summer days and didn't cling to annoyingly in the water, it floated somewhat. Which was mighty fine by him when they would get down to it.

They where in the middle of a bathhouse courtyard, walls on all sides, no roof. The summer night's full moon one of the few sources of light in the small court.

'Full moon tonight, of course.'

A stylized tub of water in the middle of the court was their destination as usual. There was a very slight breeze, it smelled of oil citronella used in the lamps to keep insects at bay.

"Ready for your healing session Zuko?"

Katara placed a hand on her hip and slightly shifted her weight striking a very feminine pose, waiting for his answer. She was in her white cloth bathing suit. He remembered seeing her in it once when he was training Aang at his father's villa on ember island. The last healing session they'd gone through, he had had one of his seizures in the water tub. Almost drowning and gulping a gallon or of water he hadn't been able to hold after the spasms had stopped. She'd gotten quite thoroughly soaked learning her lesson.

Though for some inexplicable reason the white material did not turn transparent in the water. 'What a shame' he thought, then shook his head furiously trying to knock the mental image out of his head. He grunted and climbed into the tub. It had been recently filled with clean and crisp cold well water, which was absolutely freezing. It was a nice night outside though and he heated the water slightly for his own comfort, trying to relax.

The water-bender stepped up and closed her eyes plunging both hands in the terpid water and concentrating.

"I'm going to follow your points of energy called Chakras, downward along their paths starting with the crown of your head. Keep doing your fire-bending breathing exercises and meditate on the path I follow so I can follow the flow of energy. I think this'll work this time in straightening the whole problem"

Katara smiled at him. "Like brushing long hair." She added.

He closed his own eyes and let himself float on the lukewarm water breathing deeply from the nose, out the mouth. He felt her wet hands on the top of his head and could sense a slight glow behind his closed eyelids. He continued concentrating on his breathing.

After a moment he felt her opened palm clench, only two fingers touched the top of his head.

Breath, In, out.

The fingers moved downwards until they where between his eyelids. They pressed feather gently in the middle of his skull. He felt a tingling, his head lolled in the water.

Breath, In, out.

Her hand opened up slightly, he kept his eyes closed but found it hard to consciously meditate with all the movements she was doing. He sensed the glow pass his eyelids, the fingers brushing and tickling his cheek. Two fingers brushed his lips and he almost gasped, but with years of discipline and practice, he was able to master his reaction and kept to his breathing exercise.

Breath, In, out.

The water maiden's hand was on his throat now, they where applying gentle feathered touches there. Dear lord, he was reacting to those touches again! He both loathed and loved it. The tingling continued, like a slivering snake it crawled down inside him with each healing she did in those key areas.

On the one hand, the only time he could selfishly gain caresses without personally asking for them from the lovely water-bender was now. She was healing him out of her own sense of guilt.
On the other hand, the thought of her finding out just how much she affected him was a source of dread as much as excitement.
He'd hidden it quite well the last 2 times. But she hadn't been moving her hands much from his mid-rift. He didn't know much about Chakras or where they were on the body. He'd wait for her to finish and worry about it later.

Breath, In, out.

Her fingers ghoasted from his throat to the middle of his chest. She pressed both hands on it firmly and this was a sensation he was used to very well, though still very nice, because it was her. His eyes where still closed and he kept concentrating.

Breath, In, out.

Her hand continued it's southward travel, healing along the way, traveling the path of energy she sensed. She was just over his navel. 5th Chakra if he knew how to count.

Breath, In, out.

Her hands continued lower, down to his navel, to the source of his problem and he felt butterflies pool as he usually did when she tried to heal him there.
He was incredibly tempted to breath faster and shallower but with great control he kept it steady and regular. Heat pooled lower than where her hands were presently. Pulsing with his heart which wasn't matching the breathing pace he set.


'WAIT! Weren't there 7 Chakras? Dear lord Agni and the all powerful warming sun! Where is she going to place her hands now?'
He missed a breath for a moment, a slight contraction which she must have felt while healing and concentrating on him. He steadied his breathing once more and when he had it to about the tempo he had before. One of her hands left his mid section, her left one stayed on his navel.

Breath, In, out.

The Fire-lord felt his legs parted, the left hand lowered over his crotch and the other settled at the base of his spine. He felt incredibly warm, blood rushed in his ears and other places. Throbbing at the tempo his heart was setting pace. Which had gotten particularly violent by now and felt about to burst from his chest. That slithering feeling he had felt along his body as she healed all pooled downwards violently.

Breath, In...In...In...

Dear gods he couldn't take this anymore!
Zuko opened his eyes, his mouth agape. She was still in the same position he had imagined her. Eyes closed, hands aglow, so completely concentrated on healing him that she hadn't noticed her left hand was practically cupping a painfully fast growing erection under the water. Her mouth slightly open in an endearing way he could imagine her having in quite another sort of act.

He couldn't breath.
The air wasn't coming out. Seeing her there...just touching THAT, was one of his living breathing fantasies.

Here she was, with the simple purpose of helping him with a medical condition and he was having all sorts of lurid thoughts about his friend.

He propped himself up looking at her, she snapped out of her healing and saw him completely and utterly flustered and he finally remembered to breath again, gaping. Their eyes made contact. Zuko fell down, his hand slipping on the ledge in a panicked movement, sloshing the water slightly over the rim.

"Zuko?"
It was then that she realized that her left hand was feeling something very warm, pulsating gently and growing slowly.

He heard her gasp, looking away from her embarrassed. Afraid she'd never want to see him again. Dammit! It's her own fault! He was a growing man, what did she expect?! Then he just realized...she hadn't taken her hand away yet.

Cautiously, his breathing still irregular, face feeling as if he'd had it sunburned at the beach, he turned to look at her again. Eyes at half-mast. Hers looked at him with almost the same expression, he supposed.

Embarrassment, confusion. What really surprised him was that liberal amount of lust he saw there as well. She had the start of a frown. A hint of hesitation before she looked back to her left hand which was still resting on the pulsating bulge under his swimming breaches.

'Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod!' was the only thing that crossed in his head as she slowly and cautiously...squeezed him...

He moaned throatily, his eyes closed and he arched slightly in the water towards her hand, dear lord he was sensitive.

'This whole situation is insane!' He screamed in his mind. 'Here I am, floating in warm water with a beautiful dark skinned goddess that has just squeezed my crotch! For Agni's sake Zuko do something!'
He screamed and searched in himself for inspiration on what to do next. She did it for him.

The other hand that had been pressing at the base of his spine hooked the silk breeches and pulled them down slowly, hesitantly.

He stood up both startled that she was inviting him so daringly and excited beyond reason. She consequently snapped her hands away. The Fire-lord caught them in one swift motion and pulled her towards him.

For a moment Zuko gazed into Katara's blue eyes. She was uncertain, afraid she had done wrong. Dissapointed? Regreting? One thing was for sure, there was still a feral gleam in her gaze. At least he hoped the passion and his excitement showed through his eyes, he certainly felt it.

Zuko pulled her down towards him, making her lean over him and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Immediately demanding that she let his tongue explore the depths of her mouth by pushing them past her lips. He heard her suck a breath through her nostrils and saw, through his own lust filled eyes, the water-bender's widen for a brief moment. Lower then close.
He explored her mouth sensually. They exchanged saliva for a moment and finally drew apart for breath. He tried to get up out of the tub, not sure where or what would happen from there, but Katara pushed him back down into the water.

He mock-glared indignity at her.

She simply smiled and chuckled lightly.

His heart skipped a beat as she lifted a beautiful tan leg, climbing in with him. She straddled him, sitting just below his painfully throbbing need. She passed long finger-nailed hands along his chest, gently and affectionately scratching. He watched the dark skinned water-bender as she herself stared down between her lap at his crotch. The black breeches grotesquely tented and unable to hide in his throbbing erect manhood. It twitched slightly in anticipation matching his deep labored breathing.

She looked fascinated by it.
He suspected she was still virgin by her reaction, although he wondered how it was remotely possible with how beautiful she was. She was also quite direct and daring in her actions. Though the fact that she was a warrior probably should be taken into account.

He watched her avidly, she had sweated slightly during her healing unsused to the warmth of the Fire-nation summers. Beads of it fell down her face and her arms. Her own breathing was deep and lustful. He found it even more arousing that just the sight of him had caused it. He hadn't lain much of his own hands on her. Zuko lifted his arms out of the water and placed them on her thighs, she startled slightly but relaxed as he rubbed them soothingly and affectionately, encouraging her to continue.

She looked at him with a warm loving expression and went back to staring a hole into his breeches. Resuming her previous motion of pulling them down, shifting from his lap and pulling them down, up and over his erection. It sprang free.

Beautifully long in the moonlight. Fully engorged, thick, gleaming and dripping the water it had been recently soaked in. She stared at it and didn't move for a while. Drinking the sight of him in.

It was wonderfully flattering, but equally torturous.

Zuko shifted his weight slightly and took advantage of her distraction to pull a segment of her upper bathing cloth out under a key fold. Like a piece of a puzzle, the wrapping fell and bared her breasts to him. She sucked in her breath, startled and self conscious.
He bravely took both of her firm globes in his hand and gave a gentle squeeze, watching her reaction. She was biting her lower lip slightly. Shy, but fully permitting his touches.

He continued playing with his newly found toys. Brushed his fingers underneath them. She gasped and arched. Her crotch rubbing his testicles. He moaned, grabbing her breasts again then using his thumbs to flick the perked nipples gently and experimentally.

"Ah..." Katara vocalized. He had no idea how a women felt having their breast fondled, but he sure loved to watch their reactions to it.
He tried to grab as much of her breast he could in his hand, testing their firmness and weight.

"You're so lovely..." It came out almost as a breath, he sat back up in the tub and captured her lips again. His cock pressed between both his stomach and hers it was a pleasant sensation for him. He was sure she liked it too, he could feel the temperature difference on the underside of his manhood where it touched her skin. It was cooler than his. He bucked slightly, a reflex. Katara's breath hitched, she grabbed the side of her lower bathing suit, he followed her hand down and helped her with it.

They awkwardly disposed of both their last pieces of cloths while still in the tub of water. Gazing at each other before roaming hands explored and found erogenous zones. She was completely new at this, he concluded by her hesitations and manner she went exploring him.

But she wasn't naive at the actual act or the mechanics themselves. She'd explored all but his manhood and returned her attention to his need.

Katara reached a hesitant hand towards it, then firmly grabbed his pole in her hand. She watched his expression. He threw his head back slightly almost closing his eyes, moaning deeply and encouraging her to continue. Her hand moved feeling him, testing the length, the firmness, the way it could bend and the sounds she could get out of him with tugs and squeezes at just the places. She was pumping him rythmicaly and he was absolutely engrossed and enjoying the sensations. He felt her bend down and quickly lifted his head back up in time to see the head of his cock disappear in her mouth.

"Dear mother of Agni!" He gasped, mouth gaping open, face entirely too hot. He'd never had any felascio done on him, though he had entertained the fantastical idea more than once.
He lifted a hand out of the water and placed it on her head. She lifted her gaze at him for a moment then went back to work sucking him.


'Breath In and out Zuko, In and out.'
She slid her tongue on his pole rythmically, unsure and unskillful. Nevertheless he was quite enjoying himself this was new for him as well, as she experimentally lapped his dick. The pressure was building and he wanted her badly. He tugged at her hair gently. She got the message and stopped with a wet pop. He shivered both regretting for having not continued and in restraint of asking just that.

Shifting, he changed positions with her. His mid-waist now between her legs. Zuko playfully but firmly pressed his hand along the inside of her thighs. She was embracing him, her hands pressed on his back playing with the back of his hair, nervously tense.

"Shh..." He kissed the base of her neck behind her earlobe. "Don't worry... just relax."
She sighed and he kissed her sloppily on the neck, half licking and slightly nibbling on the flesh of her colarbone. His hand never stopping it's northward exploration of the inside of her thigh. She had relaxed with his soft attacks on her neck, her breathing luxurious and steady.

He brushed his finger at her entrance and her breath hitched, she tensed again.

"Shhh..." He soothed and played with her folds, finding her clitoris and gently brushed it.

She arched her back and indignantly squeaked. Her breathing changed again, he felt her muscles relax and continued. Rubbing his thumb gently on it, making slow circular motions under the water. She positively animated, arching her back and scratched his back passionately, he could almost hear her call his name through her breathy moans.

Zuko, excited by her vocalness, was finding it hard not to just spread her legs and plunge. She was worth so much more than that.
He slowly dipped a finger in her depths, kept twirling his thumb in soothing circles over her nub. Dipped a second finger in her depths and felt a kind of string snap inside him when he felt her clench his fingers slightly.

"Grab the ledges." He didn't wait to see if she had heard him, he moved and propped her lower waist up enough so that her cunt was out of the water. Zuko bent down and blew softly. Fire-Bending to make the air from his mouth warmer than it normally should.

She yelled out his name half a moan and a plea. He blew again, then practically attacked her with his mouth. Tongue lapping at her greedily, excited beyond reason. He was half aware of her pleading. He thrust his tongue insider her, rubbed her clitoris with his thumb a bit harder than he intended. It was when he tasted her strongly and felt her slightly arch her back that he decided she was ready.

He lifted himself back up over her. Gently brushing a nippple. She was flushed despite her tan complexion, mouth open in passion, breathing loudly. Eyes filled with lust and need for him. She had goosebumps and shivered slightly. He warmed the water slightly and bent down to kiss her.

"Ready?"

"Zuko it's..." But didn't refuse by the tone of her voice.

"I know." The fire-bender licked her lips to shoo her questions and fears. "I'll be gentle."

Startling her slightly, he lifted her completely out of the tub. Extremely careful not to slip, he carried her to where they had left towels. Warmed the floor and spread a few by kicking them out with his feet before lying her down gracefully like a goddess. He tucked himself back in between her legs.

Expertly he played with her folds with his fingers again. Coaxing her wetness back again to lubricate his entry. It had been unfortunatly washed by the water. Zuko shuffled up slightly and placed his throbbing member at her entrance.

Katara gazed at him trustingly and he looked down at her slightly chagrined that he would have to hurt her. The head entered with a wet inward pop. She gasped at the sensation, not yet in pain but pleasantly surprised at the warmth of it.

Slowly he arched his back and slid perhaps one more inches in her. Her entrance getting used to his size. He felt her maiden head, stopped from sliding in furthur.

'Dear lord she's so tight. I was right, she is a virgin!'

He mustered all his self control not to thrust in deeply at his guise. He pulled out from the entrance of her cunt, brushing his tip gently on her clit and pushed back in a bit farther still feeling the barrier. For her sake he did a few of those mock shallow thrusts. Which he heard her obvious enjoyment of.

"I'm going to break it now."

She tensed slightly but gave a slight nod in his shoulder, embracing him tightly. He continued his soothing shallow mock thrusts for a moment and when he felt her relax slightly he swiftly plunged those few imposing inches, then stopped.

She yelled out, startled and in pain. Zuko felt her tremble beneath him. His heart did a doubleturn and he kissed the top of her head, nudging her affectionately, meaningfully sorry without words.

After a brief moment, not waiting for her to tell him to continue he pushed inwards in one fluid motion. She hissed and dug her nails painfully into his shoulder and bit his neck. HARD. Small revenge he supposed for hurting her. He didn't mind. Actually it was quite erotic.

She was warm and enveloped him a few inches shy from his base. Her inner walls slightly pulsing against the pain he had made her suffer. He grabbed her buttox, kneading it a bit and then pushed down again. Plunging his rod completely in. She sucked her breath in. Not from pain, nor from pleasure. Getting used to the sensation of him inside her.

He opened his eyes and looked into hers. Zuko licked his lips, impatient to move again. She nodded once, uncertainly. He pulled out slowly, almost completely. Then slowly back in. Her breathing almost matched his movements. He repeated it slightly faster. Not withdrawing as much the next time and then repeating, shortening the length of his withdrawal and the times between them. He was rythmically and leisurely thrusting now. Her breathing and moans suggested she wasn't in any discomfort whatsoever.

Zuko was in heaven.
Thrusting with abandon into someone who had just been a moment ago, his best female friend. Now turned lover.
One that he had never expected would want to take this relationship step with him.

Her tight recently virgin pussy embraced him and coaxed the best of performances out of him. Trying to prove himself somewhat in his typical Zuko-way. He moaned and grunted wantonly and quite liberally for her sake, usually he was very quiet during sex. She seemed to like it.

He thrust in her in sequences, he found it amusing. 5 thrust, slow withdrawal, violent plunge, 5 thrusts. She was squirming underneath him, making delectable sounds and he soon had trouble keeping track of count now. Simply thrusting with wild abandon. Changing the angles of his thrusts every so often whenever he got a slight cramp. Lifting her butt, half-consciously tucking a tower under it to prop it up or repositioning her leg over his shoulder.

"Zuko!!! Oh Zuko! Faster...! Hahhh...ahh!" She arched beneath him, scratching his back, encouraging him. Katara rapped her legs around his waist the back of her feet pressing at the small of his back and he lost it. He fucked her faster and harder than he ever though possible in himself.
He felt her tense, then loosen and yell out something he oped it was his name. He could only hear the sweat sounds of their flesh smacking together in a wet noise and their laboring breaths.

Her cunt throbbed around his dick with her climax. She was suddenly much more wet and it was even easier for him to slide in and out of her. His testicles made wet slapping noises against her. When his frenzied brain registered the sudden wetness, it shot like liquid lust to the pit of his groin.

"Oh Katara...Ah...I'm.." He arched his back, felt his balls tighten slightly, the pit of his stomach clenched. He spilled into her, thrusting irregularly, feeling streams of his semen spill into her. The thought incredibly erotic. His breath churned and turned to a whisp of spark filled smoke, unintentionally fire-bending in his climax.

His mind turned to fuzz afterwords and he tried to get his breathing back to normal. He thrust a few times, getting the strange animal urge and feeling out of his system before pulling his sensitive flesh out of her. He thoughtlessly whiped and rubbed his softening member on her entrance, squeezing the remaining semen out of the tip and watching it dribble onto her, mesmerizingly. Then layed next to her on the towels.

Both of them lay panting in the bathhouse courtyard in their after-glow. The summer breeze smelled of lemongrass from the torches. It was perfect.

Katara turned around and embraced him, lifting her head to look at him. Zuko looked back at her. She something written in her eyes.

He loved her back through his own post-cloital gaze.

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