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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 34026 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 122
Zuko’s heart was light when he went to bed that evening and he felt better about himself than he had in a long time. He wrapped his arms around Katara and pulled her against him. He kissed the back of her neck and whispered, “Goodnight Katara. I hope you sleep well.”
Katara closed her eyes and silently debated her options when she felt Zuko’s thing poking against her backside. Appa, Sokka and Aang were injured. Hours after placing her hands in the water with Sokka and Aang she still felt somewhat off kilter. Healing was like a dam bursting above a valley. The energy gushed forth but tapered off and smoothed out once the water reached ground level. It was up to the healer to regulate the flow so it wouldn’t burn out all of her energy. She was still in mid flow when Zuko snatched her hands away.
It felt like the dam had been plugged and all of the water rushing out had slammed against it; one or both of them had been and still was badly injured. Based on how fast her energy had been leaving she had barely patched them up. If it were Aang in such bad shape they could not escape in that condition. She would need his help to move Appa. The wounds on his foot, side and tail were still open. He wouldn’t be able to fly until his tail had completely closed up.
Before her dad left she’d heard him tell Sokka that men have two heads that are often in conflict with each other. One points straight up when it gets an idea, the other points straight out. No man has ever walked straight up so you know which one usually leads and which one follows. The leading head is easily controlled by a woman so be wary of whom you allow it to point to and just where she is guiding you.
Zuko had frequently asked her to touch him and stated he wished she wouldn’t fight him. He believed their relationship was supposed to be one of mutual affection and often said he would do anything for it to be consensual. Maybe she could use that to convince him to do more to help Sokka and Aang. Their clothes and cells had been filthy. Their lumpy thin sleeping mats had lost most of the stuffing but appeared to have no shortage of insects based on their number of bites on their skin and the way they had been scratching. She and Zuko had been taking them food and she believed Fan when he said he had been feeding them but they had both lost so much weight she could see their ribs behind their bruises.
Katara swallowed the bile rising in her throat and turned to face him, “I won’t fight.”
“What?” Zuko asked producing a small flame to get a better look at her.
“I won’t fight. If you…if you…want to…I won’t fight, as a thank you for earlier…for my brother and Aang,” Katara repeated weakly.
“Do you know what you’re saying?” Zuko asked skeptically. He hadn’t even thought about doing that tonight. Yes, his body had reacted due to their close proximity, but there was no one on the ship. He had planned to let her have had a peaceful night without interference.
Katara nodded, a mass of rabbaroos jumped in her stomach, “I won’t fight so long as I can see they’re taken care of. That means food, regular baths, clean clothes, fresh air, real bedding, and no torture.”
She could do this for them. To protect Sokka and Aang she could to anything, even whore herself to the Fire Nation prince until they were strong enough to escape, “I promise I won’t fight if you promise to take care of them.”
Zuko licked his lips nervously. He knew it was wrong to take advantage of the situation but he couldn’t tell her he’d already been trying to help them. He also couldn’t stop raping her. If he did she’d be taken away from him. This way he would be able to protect her without hurting her. He was also an affection starved teenager who figured this was the closest the girl he cared deeply for would ever get to willing. Zuko brushed his lips against hers and whispered, “If you promise not to fight I promise to take care of them.”
Katara swallowed heavily and took a deep breath before nodding and rejoining her lips to Zuko’s. She closed her eyes and tried not to think of the things her grandmother had told her about girls who had sex outside of marriage when his tongue slipped inside her mouth. She tried to think of the things her father had told Sokka about his future duties of chief when his hand cupped her breast. A good leader does not think first of himself. His personal wants, desires, and comfort come secondary after those of his people. His joy would come from seeing them safe and healthy. She thought of Bumi who allowed himself to be called a coward and caged for choosing to surrender and save his people’s lives rather than choosing to fight. She thought of Yue who sacrificed herself to save the world by becoming the moon when she felt his hardness against her thigh.
Zuko pulled away slightly when she began to tremble, “Katara are you certain?”
She opened her eyes and nodded while whispering, “I’m certain.”
He kissed her lips again then moved to her neck as he undid the buttons of her pajama shirt. Katara bit her lips when Zuko’s hands began fumbling with her underwear. It wasn’t with anticipation and curiosity she felt when Jet and Haru had done so. It was fear. Fear because she knew exactly what he was going to do to her – what she was going to allow him to do to her. She willed her legs not to kick when he lifted her hips and pulled her underwear down.
Zuko swallowed hard and tried to remember to control himself as he looked at her exposed body. He lowered his head and gave her phoenix several greedy licks then sucked on her clitoris as he fingered her. Once she was wet he situated himself between her thighs and began slowly pushing inside her. He kept an eye on her as he began moving to watch for signs of an impending struggle.
True to her word, Katara didn’t fight. She lay unmoving, biting her lip, shedding silent tears. She didn’t bite his lips when he began kissing her or knock his hand away when he began fondling her breasts. His mouth moved to her neck and he began to suck. Once his mark was on her he whispered, “My Katara.”
“My Katara. Agni, my Katara,” he was too elated to finally be inside Katara while she was awake and not fighting to think of the proper words.
“Mine…all mine,” Zuko grunted while gazing down at her. He crushed his mouth to hers kissing roughly. He wasn’t sure if the blood he tasted was his or hers as he began to thrust harder and faster. Katara jerked when he reached between their bodies and pressed his thumb against her clitoris. He stopped long enough to ask, “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head.
Zuko smiled and kissed her as he resumed his movements. He started slowly. Katara was bracing herself for the moment it became painful when his breath hitched harshly. To her surprise he shuddered a few more times and rolled to the side. He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear then fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

Katara had fought the urge to throw up by reminding herself it was for Sokka and Aang as Zuko whispered in her ear while moving inside her but his last statement was too much to ignore.
“Thank you.”
The words were quiet. He sounded out of breath but sincere. His breath was warm against her ear as he spoke but much cooler than it had been a few moments earlier when he was grunting on top of her. Thank you like she’d just poured him a cup of tea. Thank you like she’d just mended his socks. Thank you like she’d just folded his laundry. Thank you as if she hadn’t just given him a very important piece of her.
She’d overheard her Gran-Gran and Amnak tell the girls who’d been raped during the raid that killed her mother that they were still virgins. In spite of what happened or what others said about them they could still consider themselves virgins until they willingly shared their bodies with another. She’d given Zuko her virginity and he’d thanked her. She had thrown away her chance at purification by willingly lying with him and he thanked her.
This time she made it to the bathroom before she threw up.

Author’s Note: I know that wasn’t what you all were expecting but yes Katara did just give her consent.Thank you for your patience and I hope you continue to enjoy the story.

Mimi Feye: Thank you for the feedback, encouragement and sticking with the story thus far.
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