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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33524 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 123
Zuko opened his eyes when he first began to feel the pull of the sun. Katara was asleep on her side facing him. He guessed she had just rolled over based on her flattened hair and lines from where her face had been pressed against the pillow. He brushed aside stray lock that was stuck to her cheek and kissed her forehead. Her face held none of the stress he’d seen the past few weeks even though he could see the tracks made by drying tears.
Katara had finally given herself to him. He had hoped it meant that she was finally accepting their relationship but she had cried herself to sleep. She wouldn’t have done that if he had been able to truly to cement their bond. He had to pleasure her. He had to give her the same joy she gave him so the happiness of their union would be imprinted on her soul the same way it was imprinted on his.
If he were unable to do so their relationship would never go forward and she would continue to cry herself to sleep while lying next to him. A true relationship required equilibrium; if a man took pleasure with giving any, all his partner could give was sadness and anger equal to the happiness he’d stolen. But if he made her happy then she had happiness to give him in return.
His uncle had once told him weddings took place several years after the bonding ceremony to give men time to learn how to please a woman. Women were more generous by nature; it was ingrained in their spirit and allowed them to give birth and raise children. Men were greedy and selfish; that greed and selfishness drove him to claim a woman, declare her children his, and protect them with every part of his being. It also allowed a man to steal a woman’s happiness without realizing he was doing so.
During the preparations for his wedding, Mu’s father had said it took effort for a man to stop being selfish long enough to consider the needs of others; love to turn those considerations into actions, and the strength of dragons to do so day in and day out for a lifetime. He didn’t see the things he did for Katara as deeds requiring great effort but after dealing with Katara for so long he now understood why Uncle Nui said it took the strength of dragons to continue do so each day. He didn’t understand how great philosophers could drive themselves mad trying to determine if it was nature’s doing that a woman could please a man simply by breathing but a man had to work hard to please a woman. Nature would never do that; it was definitely a punishment from a vengeful female spirit, probably the same one that made Azula.
It had to be why Uncle Iroh, who insisted that he read every book they came across and that he listen to all manner of lunatics disguised as scholars, had told him it was a waste of time and energy to decipher the female mind but well worth the effort to learn the secrets of the female body. The body was linked to the spirit and only the spirit could provide balance and equilibrium. Happiness in a relationship was tied directly to how fast and how often a couple shared physical joy.
Zuko desperately hoped that he could pleasure Katara. He’d done so with his fingers and his tongue but she had yet to give him the chance to do so while they were joined. Now that she had acknowledged the fact they were bonded he had best to make her happy and quickly. He was working from a negative point of origin and it would be more difficult considering how much he had taken from her.
As if she knew he was thinking of her Katara sighed contentedly and snuggled against him, the action made the pajama top she was wearing shift to one side expose the silhouette of her left breast. Carefully so he wouldn’t wake her, Zuko undid the top two buttons. She was younger than Mai but her breasts were already larger. Even after giving his first to Katara, until last night a part of him still believed Mai would be the first woman to willingly lie with him. Mai was his fiancée. She would be the one who lie with him before the sages and receive a title and their blessing. The two of them would be forever bound in pleasure and happiness.
Or misery he thought taking another look at Katara.
During his travels he had often heard men say nipple color and the first thought that came to mind when seeing a woman’s breasts determined your heart’s true feelings for her. Mai’s were milk white with pink areolas. They reminded Zuko of a sakura-rose. The flowers rivaled the beauty of panda-lilies but unlike the lilies that only grew inside volcanoes sakura-roses were hearty plants that were able to survive in any conditions. They blossomed inside a cage of thorns and survived by draining the nutrients from nearby plants.
The Mai he grew up with was awkward, shy, sweet, and considerate. She had an impish streak but didn’t enjoy the misery of others. She would often hide to avoid becoming a target but offer comfort once the bullies were gone. But left under the influence of thorns she had become one. This new Mai was beautiful, poised, demanding, and difficult to please. She thought nothing of others outside her immediate circle and she had become one of the bullies.
Flowers were planted in gardens for their beauty and put on display as prized possessions. Mai had been reared in a manner that taught her to be an ornament upon his robe. It was her job to remain silent and be pleasing to behold. She never expressed an opinion which differed from his and was content to smile triumphantly when they were in public. The only time she had expressed displeasure at his actions was due to his relationship with Katara and he had been expecting far worse.
But like all noblewomen Mai had been taught to expect infidelity. The beauty of a single flower was brief and fleeting; the bee which flitted about so ardently in her prime would find a new blossom to favor as she withered with each passing season. Even while holding another woman, Zuko knew could never treat Mai so callously as to jump from bed to bed but he also knew he could never discard Katara. Mai would be the public gardens, on display for all to see, but Katara would be his turtle-duck pond, his alone to treasure.
He knew that Mai’s cold demeanor was equal to the sakura-rose’s thorns - a means to disguise a surprisingly fragile nature. The flower began to die as soon as a single thorn was removed. Mai had never been outgoing but over the years she had become withdrawn and more guarded. She shut people out to the point that even those who offered her kindness were met with suspicion. She was extremely loyal to those few she let in and she protected with all of her abilities. He still could not believe that Azula, her main tormentor since childhood, was one of those people. He was another; even after damaging her pride by appearing at the banquet with Katara, Mai remained unflinchingly loyal to him. He knew that if she knew Azula was planning to use the bedding from Katara’s first night in captivity, his sister had made her an offer to validate the claim Katara was his first woman.
He knew that he was hurting Mai by being with another but he couldn’t imagine life without Katara. People were attracted to flowers but walked away after a few sniffs; that is if they even stopped to make note of their beauty before they wilted. The sad thing about flowers is they never noticed their own beauty. Zuko wasn’t sure if Mai enjoyed being unhappy or had simply forgotten there were other options.
He had.
During his brief time at the palace he had forgotten that life wasn’t just gunmetal gray hidden behind rivers of crimson and shutters of gold; that home and family were words of smoke competing with the iron fist choking the life out of him.
With Katara he was starting to remember.
She reminded him that life came in all manner of colors; each of them beautiful no matter how dark and that ugliness shone brilliantly inside the light. She reminded that the only way to combat words of smoke was with actions of fire and it was possible for family to be the breath of life in your lungs. With Katara he remembered that happiness was one of life’s infinite possibilities.
Her breasts were the color of caramel with chocolate areolas; her nipples resembled a raisin just waiting to be eaten. A woman whose breasts reminded a man of food was far different than a woman whose breasts evoked an image of flowers. Food was necessary for life and signified a desire for permanence. Thoughts of dessert meant a man believed a woman could give him a sweet life filled with happiness.
Each time he saw Katara’s breasts he was remind him of caramel. All of her skin reminded him of caramel, not just any caramel, but the caramel made with salt water on the beaches of Ember Island. Each year when they went on vacation his mom would buy one batch their first and last day there. She would make them wait until after dinner to eat it. But each day his father would take him and Azula to the sea shore after lunch. They would watch candy-makers spin honeycomb, butter, and ocean water around an open flame. Each day his father would buy them a portion from a different vendor as well as fresh fruit saying it was his duty as a prince to support the local vendors.
Prince Ozai, who had no dreams of becoming Fire Lord, would press his fingers to his lips as they ate fruit dipped in warm caramel and remind them, “If your mother asks we had fruit for an afternoon snack. This caramel is an early dinner.”
When they returned home his mom would greet them all with a kiss, on the forehead or cheek for him and Azula, but the lips for his father. After pulling away she’d lick her lips and ask, “Do I taste candy?” and their father would say it was proof sweet joy bubbled up from his heart every time he saw her.
His mom would raise her eyebrow skeptically before replying with a smile, “My heart bubbles with joy when I see you but my mouth tastes like vegetables. If you did give these little treasures candy, the joy in your heart will be the only thing rising tonight if they don’t go to sleep.”
They would spend the rest of the afternoon outside playing as a family. He and Azula would fall asleep in their parents’ laps listening to stories about the stars. He believed he could have that type of happiness with Katara and their children. In spite of what doctor Bingwen or anyone else said, Katara would spend her life with him and she would carry and birth his child.
But first he had to give back the joy he had stolen from her spirit.
With thoughts of dark-haired, blue eyed children lying between him and their smiling mother, Zuko licked his lips and swallowed dryly. He lowered his head and kissed Katara above her heart. He turned his face and took her left breast in his mouth while teasing the right with his left hand. When the peak in his mouth got too wet he switched to the other one, opening his mouth as wide as possible and covering most of it. His tongue laved the underside as he sucked upward. He widened his lips and repeated the motion, alternating his hands and mouth until both of her nipples had plumped like champagne soaked raisins.

Katara had been dreaming of freedom when her slumbering vision slowly shifted to the pleasantly familiar sensation of her breasts being played with. She had only allowed it to happen a few times, but she remembered how Jet’s mouth and hands had felt as he sucked and touched her through her bindings that day in the tree house. Those sensations were heightened when had lost some of her reserve and allowed him to remove her bindings in Ba Sing Se.
As the feeling grew stronger her dream shifted to Haru, her time with him was the most exquisite. She’d been surprised when the quiet young man had invited her to his room after the others were sleeping. His long hair had brushed against her sides as he sucked them. He kneaded and pinched the one not in his mouth while this other hand worked between her legs in the space he’d created among her lower wraps.
Her reaction to him had scared her; full of reckless freedom and curiosity he was the first boy, the only boy she’d allowed to see her completely naked and touch her intimately. She’d come close, so close to giving her all to him, but in the end sensibility overcame desire and she didn’t allow it. It was rumored that Waterbenders easily became pregnant. She could not allow reckless curiosity and hormones to end her adventure before it started in case there were more to Gran-Gran’s words than superstitious caution.
Katara arched her back as a calloused finger dipped inside her. She lifted her chest, feeding her breast to the mouth that had latched on it as she tugged on her phantom lover’s soft locks of shaggy hair – Jet. It was Jet she was dreaming of. A sharper tug on her nipple brought her closer to waking, but Jet had never bitten. Haru, it was Haru, but those weren’t Haru’s fingers filling her as a second joined the first. Taruk but she’d never let him see or touch beneath her undergarments…
Never had a dream been so realistic.
Her head fell to one side as she parted her legs, allowing more access to those wickedly talented fingers, swordsman’s fingers, in hopes she would see a face this time. It was rare but sometimes in her dream the boy’s identity remained hidden, leaving her with only sensations. It had to be Taruk; in the Water Tribes this type of dream guided you towards your future husband. He had the roughened fingers of a weapons master and she wouldn’t feel like this dreaming of another person.
“Katara.”
He called her name. Her eyelids fluttered. She moaned but they did not open. She rocked against his fingers, whimpering. Her eyelids cracked open as an unbelievably strong orgasm washed over her.
“Zuko?”
Her dream had turned into her worse nightmare. He’d been the one sucking her breasts. His fingers had been the ones inside of her, were still inside of her. He’d been the one to pleasure her. He had been touching her and once again she had enjoyed it. Her stomach roiled with dread, her koalaotter clenched around emptiness now that he moved up to lie fully on top of her. She put her hands on his shoulders to push him off then remembered her promise. She wouldn’t fight. Why? Why did she ever say that?
She yelped when his lips found hers and something longer and thicker than a finger easily slid into her opening. It was wrong. It was wrong. This full sensation and pleasant friction was all wrong. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It was supposed to feel bad. Her mind raced a million directions trying to sever and regain its connection to her body. This was wrong. She was rocking. Sweet La, why was she rocking? Why was her body not listening to her? Was this her punishment for learning Bloodbending and using it to defeat Hama? What was happening? Why was this happening? Why had her body chosen this moment to go astray?
All at once she had her answers. Tsunami.
She jerked, breaking Zuko’s skin as she clawed at his back as the wave of pleasure overtook her. Her passionate cry was followed immediately by broken sobs. She buried her face in shame against his shoulder. She came and was in danger of doing so again. She was further sickened when she realized just what words the hot puffs of breath against her neck had shaped themselves into.
“I love you Katara. The way you’re moving feels so good. I love you so much. Please don’t stop.”

Zuko mind raced and his heart pounded with excitement as he pushed deeper inside her. She was wet. Katara was so wet; even with the oil she had never been that wet. She wouldn’t be that wet if she didn’t want it? Right? Didn’t want him? She wouldn’t move like that if she didn’t like it? If it really wasn’t okay for him to do this? If she really didn’t mean it when she gave her consent? She wouldn’t make those sounds and arch against him if she didn’t want him to make love to her? If she didn’t mean it when she said he could have her? Uncle and Bingwen both said a woman grew wet when she wanted to give herself to a man. She wanted him? She wanted him. She wanted him!
Katara wanted him! His arms circled her back; one gripping her shoulder for leverage, the other held her hip steadying her motions. Katara was wet so she had to want him, she said she would give herself to him. She told him last night she’d stop fighting…that had to mean that she wanted him. Right? It had to…
Zuko looked down at her. Katara’s eyes were open; her head was moving from side to side and she was blinking. She closed them when she realized he was looking at her but she wasn’t screaming and she wasn’t fighting. She looked confused but she wasn’t crying either. It was good to finally be with her. No, it was better than good; it was better than anything he imagined it to be!
He’d been inside her several times, and never experienced this level of sensation. She wanted him, she wanted him. Thank Agni, she wanted him! Zuko moved harder, faster wanting to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. He felt her spasm beneath him, that blessedly sweet, undeniably wet fantastic part of her clenched and quivered around his dragon as she cried out and scratched his back.
He’d finally done it; he made her come using his dragon. He’d pleasured Katara, his woman; he’d brought happiness to her and fully consummated their union.
Katara clung to him, sobbing in his arms completely broken. Her lower half still responded to each of his increasingly frantic thrusts until he was spent and incapable of moving. He wiped her tears, cupped her face tenderly, and covered it with gentle kisses. He rolled them onto their side, careful to maintain the connection long after she cried herself back to sleep and he’d gone flaccid.
He did it; he finally did it. He’d given his all to her and she didn’t reject him. He kissed her forehead and said the words he should have the night he gave his virginity to her instead of making the vow of a conquering rapist, “With this act I bind myself to you. I give you my first, my best, and take the strength I need to become a man from you; become a man for you. With this act I make you a woman, a true woman; my woman to protect, provide for and cherish for eternity.”
Zuko kissed her lips and spoke the words normally spoken before making love at sunrise on the first full day of marriage, “With this, our first true union I give you a part of my soul to always keep with you and I take a part of yours to keep with me in return. With this our first act of pleasure, I vow to spend the rest of my days trying to make you as happy as you’ve made me. With this act witnessed by the first rays of Agni, I, Zuko, Prince of the Fire Nation son of Ozai and Ursa bind myself to Katara of the Southern Water Tribe Sister of Sokka, Instructor of Avatar Aang in mind, spirit and body.”
Zuko smiled, remembering that her name had already been added to the historical registers and his father had already witnessed their joining, “Wife Katara, I swear upon my honor as a man to uphold these vows until the day we are officially united in the bonds of matrimony.”
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