Avatar the Last Airbender, Katara/Hahn, brushing hair
She was putting off the inevitable. Katara knew this. But, somehow, she couldn't muster up the will to move away from the mirror.
So, staring determinedly ahead, she slowly took her hair down from its elaborate ceremonial coils. The dark locks tumbling over her shoulders as she carefully removed the jade and ivory inlaid pins one by one. The fine brush she'd been gifted with as part of her new vanity set moving in long, soothing strokes over her hair until the strands gleamed silkily under the attention. And, even then, she continued to brush, all the while pointedly ignoring the sounds of her newly wedded husband readying their marriage bed on the opposite side of the room.
Completely intent on avoiding the situation, Katara didn't notice he had finished until he set his hands casually upon her shoulders. Meeting her eyes in the mirror, he leaned forward to press a kiss against her cheek. Waiting a moment for her to set aside the brush, he tangled his fingers in her hair
“Ready wife?” Hahn dropped his voice huskily, twisting the title in a way that was just a tad too possessive for Katara's comfort.
For the Reunification Alliance. She reminded herself automatically, repeating the same mantra that had gotten her through the wedding ceremony. For bringing the North and South Poles closer together.
It didn't escape Katara's notice that this type of situation was why the South had severed itself from the North in the first place.
Seemly interpreting her silence as maidenly shyness, Hahn swept her hair out of the way. Placing a series of kisses along the column of her neck, he smirked smugly against her skin. His hands slipped under the front of her robes to confidently stoke her unbound breasts.
“I promise you'll enjoy it.” He told her.
His thumb brushed deliberately over a nipple; and, despite herself, Katara gasped as a white hot thrill of something or other flit teasingly through her body. Her features colored with a bright flush that was obvious even against her chocolaty skin.
“Be gentle with me, honored husband.” The words were tinged with just the right amount of formality as Katara attempted to steel her courage one last time. A polite, if shaky, smile lined her lips.