Preconception

Katara bit her finger, struggling to quiet the pleasured groans fighting their way out of her. If she was any louder Toph would hear them even from this corner of the Western Air Temple, and after the fuss she'd made about not letting Zuko's girlfriend join the group, she hated the idea of being found out for the hypocrite she was.

Noting her lover's agitation, Mai slid a long, slender finger across Katara's lips, still sensitive from fevered kissing and parted just so from the intense sensation running through her. Katara seemed to quiet a bit, as if forcing herself to ignore what Mai was doing to her, but then a pointed fingernail scratched the little bundle of nerves crowning her labia, and the Waterbender squealed like she was in the sweetest kind of pain. Forcing her eyes open just a sliver, Katara saw Mai's piercing gold eyes fixed on her, the slightest hint of a commanding smile on her slender, defined lips.

The Waterbender hadn't taken very kindly to Mai at first-- she mocked her as she had Zuko, belittling the knife expert, wondering aloud what the exiled prince saw in her morose expressions and sullen monotone. The comments seemed to bounce off Mai though, the way they had with Zuko, except that when she slighted the noblewoman she caught more than a few deadly glances from the Firebender.

Katara soon found out, however, that Mai was far from a cold fish.

Adding another finger, Mai pumped in and out of the Waterbender, her movements precise and efficient as she seemed to hit Katara's every weak spot. For her part, Katara was just trying not to hyperventilate; she was breathing so fast that if Mai didn't stop she might die, but every time her teasing pace slowed even the slightest Katara whined incoherently while her hips feverishly met Mai's thrusts, her body doing the begging her mouth was too numb with pleasure to attempt.

Yes, Mai was teasing her-- her every touch was too skilled to be anything but deliberate. She licked and bit with just the right amount of pressure to make Katara squirm, and her touches went from featherlight brushes to dominant caresses with just the right amount of nail raking her skin so subtly that she could barely process one pleasure before another layered it.

If she was anything like this in bed with Zuko, no wonder he adored her.

Suddenly Mai stopped, her fingers slid out from Katara's tight, aching tunnel, and all the blue-eyed girl could do was look at Mai, shamed that she had been brought so close to the brink of pleasure and the warrioress hadn't even taken her robe off. Katara felt empty, aching for release. But then Mai leaned forward, her form encircling the Waterbender as she whispered in a sultry voice that never failed to give Katara shivers.

"...Come for me."

Mai whispered the command once more, her tone heavy with lust as she reached up and pulled the ties out of her hair, letting a long sheet of perfectly straight, silken black flow down her shoulders like velvet. The sight left Katara speechless, but not without clarity.

Without being bidded again Katara's hand slid across her bare belly, along dark skin; she was trying to tease Mai herself but all she could think about was what Mai was preparing to do to her, about those gorgeous locks brushing her body, and without any more delay Katara ran her fingers along the cleft between her slender legs.

She rubbed furiously, her breathing heavy again, her eyes unfocused as she imagined Mai doing this instead, her knowledgeable touch even more wonderful than what she could do to herself. Mai smiled, and somehow Katara felt herself get even wetter, her fingers speeding up without her realizing it.

And then Mai's fingers were at her robe, fiddling more with the knot holding it together than necessary. Katara slid a finger into herself, pumping it languidly as her hips began to gyrate of their own will.

And then in one motion that felt like an eternity, Mai's robe slid off of her, and the moonlight was casting her pale skin in an effervescent glow, her eyes sparkled with lust, and the patch of trimmed black hair at the apex of her legs looked so tempting that Katara couldn't take it anymore. She hit her orgasm in moments, her head thrown back against the cold stone and her fingers still inside her, trapped by her lower muscles clenching tighter than they ever had.

She wanted to bask in the afterglow, give her body a moment to recover, but Mai had no such plans in mind. Her eyes were predatory as she sauntered over to Katara, whose own pools of azure followed the practiced sway of hips and gentle bounce of full, perfect breasts like a woman possessed.

It was only after their first time that Katara realized why she'd been so harsh to Mai. She was jealous; of that perfect pale figure, hair so elegant she could lose herself willingly in it, her sharp features and defined, flawless curves. Mai was a woman-- no, a goddess, and for all her adoration Katara couldn't help but feel utterly inadequate-- like a child-- as Mai lowered herself to the ground, spreading her willing legs apart, her face-- and more importantly, that mouth-- closing the distance to the lips that were rapidly getting wet all over again.

This woman was going to fuck her. This gorgeous, confident, self-assured WOMAN was going to fuck her to the point where she wouldn't be able to walk straight.

And as Mai's tongue brushed her sensitive opening Katara's fingers pushed her head in closer and became entangled in black tresses, howling her ecstacy as loud as she could and not caring who heard her.