p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; text-shadow: none !important;"It's a full moon on a cold night, and those who rise with the sun should be asleep. But the bite of the wind has him shivering in his bedroll, and the chill air stings his dry nose and throat. Breathing hurts. In his head, he curses the South Pole./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; text-shadow: none !important;"She licks downward to circle her palm, rubs that palm over her taut stomach before dragging it up to roll over her nipples. Then her hand disappears deep under the water and makes a movement that makes her head fall back onto the pool's rocky edge. The arch of her back pushes her breasts up to the starlit sky, and Zuko's mental protests dissolve into a senseless babble./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; text-shadow: none !important;"Around him, no one else appears to be suffering. Toph is in her customary earth tent, snoring peacefully if uproariously. Katara and Sokka are out of sight on the other side of the slabs of rock, but if anything, they seem to be sleeping better as the temperatures drop. Aang, curled up as he is on Appa's furry side, probably even feels pleasantly toasty. Gritting his teeth against a mounting sense of injustice, Zuko makes it another ten minutes before he can't stand it—he wriggles out of his bedroll and, with a horrible grimace, gathers his courage and scrambles for the hot spring./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; text-shadow: none !important;"Dimly he's aware of his own ragged breathing, the harshness of it dulled by the steam in the air. He's hard, hard enough that his legs are shaking under him; half-blind with need, Zuko bites back a groan and reaches inside his pants to wrap his hand around his cock. He strokes down once, twice, in time with the rapid rise and fall of Katara's chest as she pants through parted lips./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; text-shadow: none !important;"Zuko's brain stutters awake long enough to assure him that she is going to drown him in the pool. The warmth in his body turns to a hot flush of shame, leaving him fully expecting, almost willing, to die right there. What he does not expect is for her to smile at him through hooded eyes. He also does not expect those eyes to drop to his open pants. He certainly does not expect her to flick her gaze back up to his and bite her lip. The heated look on her face pins him into place, even as his own expression slides into panic./p
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