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Title: Birthday Gift
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters/Pairing: Mai/Katara
Rating: M
Summary: Mai doesn't want just... any gift from Katara this year. Fill for the Third Annual Femslash Kink Meme on Dreamwidth. (Prompt was "Mai/Katara-- Fingers"). I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender or its characters.

"...Whenever you're ready," Mai breaks the silence, the slightest hint of a smile flickering on her slender lips when Katara blinks, apparently forcing herself out of a trance.

"I-I am," the waterbender mutters. And it's true, she is ready, but somehow even after all this time, the sight of Mai-- splayed across the bed, all flawless porcelain skin and curves and smoldering eyes and radiating that effortless confidence-- never fails to leave her disoriented, her thoughts muddled.

"It isn't very nice... to keep the birthday girl waiting," Mai teases, but it's the the message underlying the comment, the unspoken challenge, that finally makes Katara's hesitation evaporate with
her own devious smirk.

Curling down over her prone lover, she runs a finger along the hollow of her throat-- gentler than a lone feather-- before diving in with her lips, suckling ferociously and digging her teeth in hard.

It's one of Mai's sensitive spots, and the way she shudders, the labored half-gasp that escapes those perfect lips, tells Katara that she's definitely on the right track. The sound reverberates through

Katara, and just like that all her plans and rationalizations and guilt go flying merrily out of mind.

She's going to drive Mai absolutely crazy tonight even if it kills her. And spirits, there were far worse ways to go.

Her fingertips journey across the geography of Mai's body-- the dip of her collarbone, the swell of her shapely breasts, the flat, muscular plane of her stomach-- with an explorer's awed, venerating gentleness. Conditioned to the blunt, half-hearted but entirely selfish 'affections' of Azula (and even Ty Lee's eager, ravenous but over-in-a-flash approach), it's Katara's tender, adoring ministrations that leave Mai squirming, fingers tensing and twisting the sheets.

She'd made this request partly in jest, curious if after so long of letting Mai take charge how she would react if pressed to do the same herself. And yet here she was, more than surpassing whatever expectations she'd had. She shouldn't have been surprised, really-- that proud, persistent streak was why she loved her, after all.

Katara felt her short nails dig just slightly into Mai's stomach as she lingered there, absolutely loving the unyielding firmness of her abdominal muscles even as she finally unlatched her mouth from that pale neck (the sight of the lingering love bite, bright red and tender on Mai's skin, filled Katara with a strange sense of cocky satisfaction) only to slide down, biting and kissing the curve of her left breast instead.

She wasn't sure if Mai had put on some special aphrodisiac for tonight, or if it was just her own desires burning at a steady, relentless boil, but she just tastes absolutely wonderful-- it's getting harder and harder for Katara to fight the urge to simply lavish her with greedy kisses, but her fingers are already sliding down her pubic bone, lingering in the patch of dark curls in between her strong legs.

Katara brushes her thumb gently over Mai's erect clitoris, and the way she's soaking wet and hot and bucking herself against her hand and too delirious for words is easily the single most deliciously sexy thing the waterbender's ever seen. She simply has to truly feel Mai, has to have that pulsing velvet heat around her fingers, and so she just slides inside her without a single thought and even less effort.

Mai's coming unraveled before her eyes-- moaning, thrusting into Katara's fingers, and the way she sucks them deeper with her inner muscles, thighs clamped so tight around that mocha hand that Katara can feel it being crushed but oh gods, she doesn't care about anything but how good, how beautiful and amazing this feels.

It's too much and not nearly enough all at once, and without even being touched Katara's on the brink of her own orgasm, certain that she wouldn't last even the slightest contact at this point.

And so when she feels Mai's fingers slide between her legs, roughly and desperately and apparently not even bothering to care about how this was supposed to be her birthday present after all, she can't do anything but scream, scream and piston her fingers mindlessly into her lover's core as she comes.

At least until Mai pulls her other arm around Katara and smashes her into a feverish kiss as she crumbles to pieces herself, twitching and shuddering and moaning long after her orgasms have finally stopped.

Moments before sleep overtakes them, she feels Katara plant a gentle kiss against her jaw, and all Mai can do is smile, dazed and blissful.

She definitely knew what she'd be asking for next year.

Description
Title: Birthday Gift
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters/Pairing: Mai/Katara
Rating: M
Summary: Mai doesn't want just... any gift from Katara this year. Fill for the Third Annual Femslash Kink Meme on Dreamwidth. (Prompt was "Mai/Katara-- Fingers"). I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender or its characters.

"...Whenever you're ready," Mai breaks the silence, the slightest hint of a smile flickering on her slender lips when Katara blinks, apparently forcing herself out of a trance.

"I-I am," the waterbender mutters. And it's true, she is ready, but somehow even after all this time, the sight of Mai-- splayed across the bed, all flawless porcelain skin and curves and smoldering eyes and radiating that effortless confidence-- never fails to leave her disoriented, her thoughts muddled.

"It isn't very nice... to keep the birthday girl waiting," Mai teases, but it's the the message underlying the comment, the unspoken challenge, that finally makes Katara's hesitation evaporate with
her own devious smirk.

Curling down over her prone lover, she runs a finger along the hollow of her throat-- gentler than a lone feather-- before diving in with her lips, suckling ferociously and digging her teeth in hard.

It's one of Mai's sensitive spots, and the way she shudders, the labored half-gasp that escapes those perfect lips, tells Katara that she's definitely on the right track. The sound reverberates through

Katara, and just like that all her plans and rationalizations and guilt go flying merrily out of mind.

She's going to drive Mai absolutely crazy tonight even if it kills her. And spirits, there were far worse ways to go.

Her fingertips journey across the geography of Mai's body-- the dip of her collarbone, the swell of her shapely breasts, the flat, muscular plane of her stomach-- with an explorer's awed, venerating gentleness. Conditioned to the blunt, half-hearted but entirely selfish 'affections' of Azula (and even Ty Lee's eager, ravenous but over-in-a-flash approach), it's Katara's tender, adoring ministrations that leave Mai squirming, fingers tensing and twisting the sheets.

She'd made this request partly in jest, curious if after so long of letting Mai take charge how she would react if pressed to do the same herself. And yet here she was, more than surpassing whatever expectations she'd had. She shouldn't have been surprised, really-- that proud, persistent streak was why she loved her, after all.

Katara felt her short nails dig just slightly into Mai's stomach as she lingered there, absolutely loving the unyielding firmness of her abdominal muscles even as she finally unlatched her mouth from that pale neck (the sight of the lingering love bite, bright red and tender on Mai's skin, filled Katara with a strange sense of cocky satisfaction) only to slide down, biting and kissing the curve of her left breast instead.

She wasn't sure if Mai had put on some special aphrodisiac for tonight, or if it was just her own desires burning at a steady, relentless boil, but she just tastes absolutely wonderful-- it's getting harder and harder for Katara to fight the urge to simply lavish her with greedy kisses, but her fingers are already sliding down her pubic bone, lingering in the patch of dark curls in between her strong legs.

Katara brushes her thumb gently over Mai's erect clitoris, and the way she's soaking wet and hot and bucking herself against her hand and too delirious for words is easily the single most deliciously sexy thing the waterbender's ever seen. She simply has to truly feel Mai, has to have that pulsing velvet heat around her fingers, and so she just slides inside her without a single thought and even less effort.

Mai's coming unraveled before her eyes-- moaning, thrusting into Katara's fingers, and the way she sucks them deeper with her inner muscles, thighs clamped so tight around that mocha hand that Katara can feel it being crushed but oh gods, she doesn't care about anything but how good, how beautiful and amazing this feels.

It's too much and not nearly enough all at once, and without even being touched Katara's on the brink of her own orgasm, certain that she wouldn't last even the slightest contact at this point.

And so when she feels Mai's fingers slide between her legs, roughly and desperately and apparently not even bothering to care about how this was supposed to be her birthday present after all, she can't do anything but scream, scream and piston her fingers mindlessly into her lover's core as she comes.

At least until Mai pulls her other arm around Katara and smashes her into a feverish kiss as she crumbles to pieces herself, twitching and shuddering and moaning long after her orgasms have finally stopped.

Moments before sleep overtakes them, she feels Katara plant a gentle kiss against her jaw, and all Mai can do is smile, dazed and blissful.

She definitely knew what she'd be asking for next year.