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[CW: NSFW Scenario] i may be bad but i'm perfectly good at it

[A]
Eska couldn't be called one for much of what was thought of as the typical female hobbies. Her clothing was chiefly in the style traditional to the Water Tribes and she had no taste for seeking out other outfits. Her own was sufficient for her needs and displayed rank well enough so why should she? Shoes bore the same conclusion as clothing. Jewelry brought her some minor pleasure but given training, wearing much in the way of baubles was useless. One must be free to 'flow like water' and so it was the same with her. Food was food and one could only eat so much.

Thus marketplaces tended to hold little pleasure for the apathetic young woman. Today though was apparently a day of distractions and one would find Eska lingering before a store front window in thought. What was she looking at precisely?

[B]
"Guard to your left! You're too open!"

Eska's words are quick and clipped, flung out sharply as she moves into her next stance. Thought this moment was simply practice, a glance at the woman could find that she held this fight as serious as any other. Her eyes are icier, her expression firm and resolute. If she were simply playing around it would be one thing but now she's obviously trying to test her opponent's limits.

"You're too slow!" At that a tendril of water snapped in the air dangerously close to the other person, sharp enough to be more a whip than a mere flow of suspended water.

Eska is a rather brutal training partner.

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[OOC: Feel free to pick your own scenario. Please stick to prose. :3]

[D]
This position was one that Eska was growing rather fond of honestly. The clothing had been questionable but she had been more than assured that whatever she felt the most comfortable in was what she should utilize. Beyond anything she was to project the image of absolute control, at least to the point of the customers wishes.

And if anyone knew how to exude control, it was the icy princess of the Northern Water Tribe.

In an outfit picked for the occasion, she settled the toe of a modestly heeled shoe against her newest client's shoulder as they kneel before her.

"Now what precisely did you wish to say to me."

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For a guy who mostly used his body to battle, Cody was exceptional when it came to defending himself against benders. Reading her body language and her eyes usually gave him enough warning to figure out where she was aiming next. He dodged around her attacks, edging closer every time. A few simple, well-aimed stones were enough to distract her in a pinch.

"What, is that it? You're puttin' me to sleep, here."

He threw a hard uppercut when he got in range, launching a small whirlwind at her.

With a quick gesture of her hand, Eska summoned up a small wall of the water stream she commanded. It proved enough to buffer the whirlwind.

She flicked water next into sharp bullets of the liquid, seemingly undisturbed by Cody's call back. Aside from the further furrow of her brow. For one who didn't bend in a traditional sense, he was quick on his feet.

And she rather liked that. He wasn't a boring opponent at least and given how synced she and Desna were, sparring with her twin wasn't much of a challenge anymore.

"Cockiness is foolhardy in your position."

"If it pulls more outta' you, than that works for me. If you want to close my mouth, you're welcome to try!"

Cody leaped high into the air, curling up and using his muscular body to absorb the ice shrapnel damage. Still bleedingm, he continued coming straight down, aiming for her with a powerful downward kick.

"Better move or block this one."

"You must have me sadly mistaken with other benders. I do not give way to acts of emotion."

Okay sure, there was the one time she careened across the ocean weeping after her fiancee jilted her at the altar. But there was a very good reason for that and it wasn't done simply for some trash talking so and so.

A water wall wouldn't be enough to block that but Eska barely dodged. In the next breath she was snapping her wrist, trying to coil one of those tendrils of water round the man's ankle.

"Focus would serve you better."

Where Eska once stood was a small impact crater, the earth displaced by the force of Cody's kick. The benefits of living on an Earth where the proper mix of training and grit and can turn regular people into super-humans.

"Focus? Sounds like an awful lot of work," he said, grinning as he pulled against the watery tendril currently pulling at his leg. He dug one hand into the ground, giving him something to hold onto as he tried to pull his leg free, "I'm really too laid back a guy for that. I just go on instinct."

Throwing him was going a touch harder than she had planned, given he was digging in like that. Maybe he was an earth bender in disguise after all.

"There is always focus in a fight. With focus one's instincts are honed sharper. Do not be a fool and mistake the presence of one for the lack of the other."

Sometimes going with the flow was easier than fighting it. He waited until she was pulling hard, then released his hold on the earth, allowing her to fling him. He pulled up a large, heavy stone with him, launching it at her center body as he flew by.

Everything went according to how she thought it would... well, until the stone came into play. She ought to have seen it honestly but focus is a two way street. Too much and one becomes prey to such things as surprise attacks of this sort.

At this point Eska had to abandon further attempts at the man himself to hone her water whip into enough force to make the rock more manageable. A few quick slices would reduce it to easier chunks before it hit her but even a leap backwards during said cutting found her pelted into pebbles and debris.

When all was said and done, Eska was glaring daggers at the man for the coating of dust now peppered over her.

"Well, I'm gettin' hungry, so I guess we'd better bring this training to a close."

Cody exploded from where he was standing, dashing straight at her this time, covering the distance between them with deceptive speed. Once he got into a closer range, he dove at her to attempt a tackle.

There wasn't time to react because quite frankly, this move wasn't anywhere in Eska's radar of 'possible moves from an actual fighter'. Maybe for a *brawler* but they weren't brawling, they were--

Whatever. The point was Cody dashed, dove and it was all Eska could do to give a very undignified yelp as he made contact.

And down the pair went in a cloud of dirt.

Cody held himself there for a moment, making sure his body weight alone was enough to keep the girl down. Cody never underestimated anyone, regardless of sex. He knew women that could kick cars to pieces with minimal effort.

"I guess that takes care of that, then," Cody said, idly scratching his stubbled chin as he let out a sigh of relief, "Not bad, you benders really are interesting to fight."

He allowed her to sit up next to him, then reached out to her. A broad hand cupped her cheek.

"Now then, as for that meal," he said, suddenly leaning in on her and planting his lips to hers, "I think I'll enjoy it right here."

When he had allowed her to finally set up, she had simply began brushing herself off with a light frown. She couldn't argue against his skill or efforts. He was clearly the victor and she would simply need to work harder to improve. That's what bending was about after all.

Then a hand cupped her cheek and naturally she had to look over. He was still talking food and she would have dismissed him if he handed sealed off her lips in the next moment.

It was all Eska could do to sputter in the moment he eventually removed his lips from hers. "I am not a meal!"

"That's all in how you look at it," he said, licking his lips as he leaned in again, giving her another kiss. Immensely powerful arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her over across his lap.

"See, there's all sorts of hungers," he muttered against her lips, sliding one hand under her outer coat and firmly grasping one breast through the fabric beneath.

He seemed determined to keep finding her lips again and again and... well, she couldn't really complain. She wasn't much of an expert kisser and couldn't vouch for experience with it beyond a poor beleaguered ex who ought to have been glad for her affection she thought.

Then his hand skirts under her coat and grasps onto one of her breasts. And she more than grasps onto his meaning at the same time, leaning back a bit in his hold.

"So you would classify 'arousal' with 'hunger'."

... Well, she could buy that. She's been aroused before, enough to understand the allusion to hunger. But then...

"I am uncertain I correctly follow the course of this 'hunger' of yours. Is it typical for you to end fights in such a manner then?"

Heck, maybe it was his uncivilized culture, how would she know?

"I don't do this much in general. Though after a good fight is probably the time I usually get this kinda' energy in me. Few women really interest me, you know? But you...you I like. You're a good fight."

Cody stripped off his own shirt and tossed it behind him.

"I wanna' fuck and I ain't picky about the place. You don't seem entirely opposed to it."

He liked her? She cocked a brow up at that. Eska generally never cared whether anyone liked her or disliked her but there was still something odd in someone admitting it so blatantly and freely.

He chucked his shirt and Eska tilted her head a moment in consideration. Then she lightly tapped him on his now bare chest with a few fingers, brows rising a bit.

"I am not. You seem suitable for such tasks."

He started to pull at her clothing, trying to get the heavy garments off her. After a bit of work, his fingertips brush across bare skin. Her top is yanked up, exposing her breasts to him. One hand gropes her left breast, skilled digits kneading lightly into the flesh and rolling her nipple under his palm.

"Help me get the rest of this off you, then."

It was all awkwardly bunched up fabric now anyhow. Even if she did take a moment to enjoy the crude grope of his hand, the way he had gone about it wasn't comfortable in the least.

"Very well." She assented to that, shrugging off the overcoat with practiced effort. The North was cold and one had to dress in layers for it. He had already managed a way past her undershirt to she shrugged it off as well, tossing it aside with much the same care as he had.

As she toed off her boots, she hmmed a little in thought. "How do you typically enjoy such meals as these then?" If Eska was anything, it was a seeker of amusement. She had just enough curiosity in other people and cultures to abide that.

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"You've never had sex before?" he asked, quirking a blonde eyebrow, "Figured you'd have a hell of a lot of guys after you."

Cody was far more sparsely dressed, still using the same clothes he had when he first arrived from...wherever the hell he was from. His head was a bit fuzzy on that part. His pants and prison sandals were shimmied off as he put some distance between their bodies, leaving him naked in front of her.

And she quirked one of her own brows right back. "There are many ways to perform such activities, you realize." Was she an expert? No. But what teaching and experience hadn't taught her, curiosity had. Though she had little inclination for sexual activities typically, it didn't mean she had no knowledge of them.

Eska watched him undress the rest of the way, other brow raising with her first. And then without any fuss she leaned forward on one flattened palm, the other hand taking hold of the man's length like it was just something she did in the course of a normal day.

Her expression spoke of curiosity though. She answered his second statement even as she kept her attention on his length, drawing her hand up it.

"Some. They wish for a throne and power. Their willingness to put up with any manner of idiocy for such gain is impressive. I have no desire to oblige them."

For a moment he felt like he was back in prison, having a regular check-up from the medical staff.

"You know, the clinical approach ain't all that exciting," he sighed, putting his hands on his hips. Still, no matter how his expression seemed, a beautiful woman was a beautiful woman. His manhood firmed up quickly in her grasp, a light blush coating his cheeks.

"...Okay, maybe not boner-killin', either. Feel free to explore all you like, but at least give me something to do."

He reached out, pulling off the last of her clothes as he kissed her again, letting his tongue push into her mouth. His hands did a little more exploring of their own, one pushing down between her legs, cupping her mound and running his palm against it, while the other arm looped around her back, bringing her in tight against his chest.

It seemed she didn't need to give him much of anything. He was doing fine finding things to do on his own and she could barely keep her oh-so clinical hold on the man.

She made her first pleased sound of the whole encounter as she settled against his chest. She moved very obligingly to give his hand more room, another muffled sound falling against the press of his lips and heat of his tongue.

He had said to explore though and she was glad to, maybe even faintly eager deep down. Her occupied hand stroked over him while her other moved to his shoulder.

Cody did his best to keep her as warm against him as possible as they felt each other out. He eventually broke their lip-lock, eager to continue discovering more of her with his mouth. He guided her to straddle him, taking a moment to make sure they were in a comfortable position with her legs over his thighs before continuing on.

His muscle power was more than enough to easily lift her, grinding her pussy against the underside of his shaft. He let her lean back enough to lock his lips around the tip of one breast, suckling hard at it.

There is little time to consider how precisely he is positioning her before she's there and his lips leave her own. And then there is even less time before he pulls her forward to press his length against her.

All in all it manages to draw a thoroughly undignified gasp out of the water tribe woman. She shifts against him as his lips lock over her breast, restless in how surprisingly sensitive she it. It only serves to grind herself more against him.

Alright. If she wasn't completely in the mood before, this certainly helps it along. Who knew training sessions could be so pleasant?

"Seems you're finally starting to react," he says, looking up at her eyes, "I think I like hearing you make noises like that."

He uses both hands to grip her ass hard, using it for leverage to grind against her just a bit harder.\

"I can tell it'll be a tight fit, so I'd better loosen you up first."

"You should not buy them. They are unsuitable for anything but eating. And overpriced."

The elf standing behind Eska was referring, of course, to the many exotic animals on display in their cages all along the storefront. That was, exotic to the human and most of the passing customers. She was familiar with them, and she was, clearly, not impressed. One of the first things some of the more entrepreneurial drow had realized when they'd come to the New City was that their livestock and vermin (though for the drow, who put the 'omni' in 'omnivorous', there was barely any distinction between the two) were strange and unfamiliar to the other races that flocked there and that there was good money to be made selling them as pets, display animals, or for 'medicinal properties' that the immortal elves wouldn't have any reason to know about even if they did exist.

...though when the girl airing that opinion seemed to be wearing a giant spider on her back and shoulders like some sort of living, fuzzy backpack, the relevance of her viewpoint on pets to anyone else might be questionable.

The words drew Eska's glance by natural course. A brow rose up briefly at said fuzzy backpack of a spider but if she were shocked, she didn't seem to show it. Her expression beyond the brow barely flinched and she turned back to the storefront.

"I had no intention of buying any of them. They would last little time up north." More or less the only sort of pets one could have that far up were cold climate bearing creatures. Polar bear dogs, otterpenguins, anything of that nature fared well. The more exotic creatures? Even pampered in the icy palace, most couldn't make the transition.

After that she turned slightly toward the elf and with the same expression forever on her face, she added nonchalantly:

"You appear to be bearing some form of furry growth."

"You're from the north?" One could almost, almost imagine she sounded excited at the prospect. But it was a hard sell, because for the most part she gave off the same kind of plodding, monotonous air that Eska herself did.

"You're right, then. Their homes are warm places. Like this one."

She motioned forward and the spider perched itself on her shoulders, looking over her head, and waved. Clearly an unusually intelligent arthropod.

"That is all it has in common with those, though. It is an excellent pet."

Eska took in the sight of the spider waving with as much excitement would have for the sight of paint drying.

"It seems intelligent. Possibly more so than some people I've met."

A beat, then.

"Have you named it?"

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