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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.

[C]
[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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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."

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