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Bitter Alliance	By : Looneyluna Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 31138 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Act II

Chapter Four

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An exhaustive sleep holds no dreams. That is the kind of sleep I have been getting lately. Keeping up with two babies will do that to any mother.

Iroh and Kaya grow daily. Their progress is astounding. Iroh is walking now and I am hopeful that Kaya will follow his example. She is still small, but she is putting on weight daily. She wheezes with the least bit of effort and tires easily, but the minerals from the melted glacier help her overcome this problem. It is as though my ancestors have guided us here. Without the bubbling crater outside, Kaya would not survive. We are tied to this place because of this. With these thoughts, I drift off into what I hope is a dreamless sleep.

Darkness swirls around me, carrying me deep into shadows. As I travel into the darkness, my happiness and worries over my children gives way to heartache. Zuko. The mere thought of my lover sends a tremor through my body.

“Katara,” my name echoes around me.

Colors burst from the inky depths surrounding me. I brace myself for a nightmare, but startle as I come across a passionate scene between Zuko and my doppelganger. There are no bars on the windows, no guards, and no spies. We are free and the world has not fallen apart around us.

My dream self sighs with pleasure and grasps the sheets as Zuko blankets her body with his and rocks against hers. He peppers her face with kisses. My body grows warm as I watch the display.

A misty fog consumes the scene and it changes. This time I watch a brutal coupling. She grasps the ornate headboard as Zuko takes her from behind. Flesh slaps together and the partners cry out together as they reach nirvana. The scenes change one right after another, seemingly mocking me and reminding me of the love I have lost.

I have forgiven his bitter words, but not his betrayal. He promised never to leave me. Technically, he didn’t. I left him. His words and implacable resolve drove me away. I am angry with myself for listening to him…for letting him manipulate me in such a manner. But her was right. His father would have used the connection to find the children and me. Tears of grief consume my soul and I weep for what may have been.

“Katara.” My whispered name sounds so far away.

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My spirit moves through the earth. I hear the whispers of mankind and try to filter the noise to find Katara and the children. The dampness of the cave has faded away. I ignore my aching muscles – the price I pay for my daily drills with Jeong Jeong. I am stronger now, using the strength of the planet to amplify my natural abilities. It is a strange sensation, embracing the fire below instead of calling upon the sun.

I try to find the desert oasis in the hopes that they are still there. Months have passed since I began actively embracing the core. Jeong Jeong was right. It takes time to harness the power of the earth.

I chuckle in remembrance. My uncle was right. The elements are connected. I pray that I am not too late. I have driven away the fear for Katara and the twins to focus on the task at hand. Jeong Jeong’s warning has driven me to the point of exhaustion.

My spirit surfaces in fire, whether it is meant for light, warmth, or decoration I do not know. I have become part of it. I hear voices and see familiar walls. My heart sinks as I realize where I am.

I am in my father’s war council.

“Search again!” a menacing voice booms loudly as the fire rises in direct proportion of my father’s temper.

“But sir, we cannot cross the desert. The storms –” an underling simpers nearby.

“I don’t want excuses,” Ozai replies harshly. “I want the child!”

“The desert is impossible to cross! Every time we enter it, the sand drives us back. We –”

My father roars. The sound is deafening and fierce. “I feel the children. My blood runs in their veins. I feel my son plotting against me. The ocean protects the coward and the sand protects the children.”

“My lord –”

“And why aren’t you tracking Zuko through the tunnels?” Ozai asks, his inflection low and dangerous as he crosses the length of the room and stares into the fire.

I flinch before I realize he can’t see me and quell my natural desire to flee.

“They are constantly shifting, my lord. I’ve lost –”

“I don’t care how many men you’ve lost, Admiral Reynard!” my father hisses. “I want Zuko’s head on a pike. I want his Water Witch and his bastard children alive! I do not want any more excuses!”

The primal fire of my nation dances higher, reflecting my father’s frustration and rage. I grin as I witness his fit of fury. He is powerless. A sense of empowerment embraces me and I feel strong. It’s been so long since I have felt this way that I almost don’t recognize it for what it is – hope.

“My lord!” I hear a familiar voice call to my father. The Fire Sage steps close to my father and kowtows to the deranged Fire Lord. It is the same Sage who dared to touch Katara. “Poison runs through her veins. I beg of you to reconsider your orders. The Water Witch must die. She bewitched your son. She convinced him to betray you.”

Ozai growls, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I want her. I am thirsty.” His response is so soft and low the Sage does not hear him. It is then I realize how far into the realm of insanity my father has slipped. Though it does not look like he has aged, I can see the lines of stress around his mouth. Agitated movements replace the normally calm veneer. I should be worried that he desires Katara, but from what I have overheard the desert is protecting her.

I hear hissing nearby and feel the push of an unseen force. I fall from the fire and back into my own body. Exhaustion dwells within me and I close my eyes, entering dreams quickly and bracing myself for the nightmares that have become my constant companions.

I am almost taken aback as a passionate scene plays before me. It isn’t long before I realize that I am watching Katara and myself. The cover of darkness shifts, revealing a third person. My breath hitches in my lungs as I realize it is Katara.

I close the distance between us quickly. “Katara,” I whisper, afraid to touch her for fear that she may dissolve. The scene before us turns to mist.

“Katara,” I repeat her name, but she does not respond.

“Go away,” she whimpers. “I don’t want to dream.”

Grasping her shoulders, I turn her. “Katara?”

She won’t open her eyes, but her lips seek mine. Flesh yields against flesh and I devour her. She sighs, opening her lips and granting me entrance. There are no spies, not threats hanging over us.

“I don’t want to wake up,” she groans, restlessly pushing clothes out of the way.

I am blinded by my need for her. We fall to the floor and become one, the sensation of her body surrounding mine makes me still with fear, for in all of the previous dreams, I have been consigned to feeling nothing. But now I feel everything.

“Katara?” I dare to hope that on some level we have connected. Her body is an invitation I cannot resist. When have I ever been able to resist her?

“Please,” she whispers, her eyes still closed. “Don’t stop.”

“Open your eyes,” I plead, needing reassurance that I am with her and not some phantom of my imagination.

“No,” she replies, burying her face against my shoulder. “I don’t want the dream to end. Not yet.”

Her dream or mine, I do not know. “Please, Katara,” I murmur, inhaling the scent of her hair. I am in agony, wanting to quench my thirst for this woman who haunts every moment of my existence. “I need to see your eyes. I need to know you and the children are all right.”

She jerks beneath me, awareness dawning in her desire-laden expression. Her sky-colored eyes stare into mine. “Zuko,” she breathes my name against my lips. “How is this possible?”

“I don’t know,” I groan, sinking deeper into her and feeling the dreamlike quality of this moment ebb and flow around us. Did I seek the core? Did I fall asleep while attempting to do so? Can I find my way out?

Whimpering beneath me, Katara rises up to meet me, her flesh yielding to mine and welcoming me as if I belong there. “I don’t care,” she whispers greedily, claiming my mouth and demanding passion.

Her offer is tempting, but my conscience will not allow such an indulgence. “Please, Katara. I need to know.”

My seductress groans in pleasure. I feel her fingertips slide between our conjoined bodies as she brings herself to the blissful task. Perhaps this is only a dream. In my dream, she would have no answers. My self-doubt breaks my restraint and I hold onto her hips and pound ruthlessly inside of her. Her wet satin channel grips my thickness, calling my seed forth in a rush of ecstasy.

I collapse on top of her and shudder as I close my eyes. I know that when I open them she will be gone. Disappointment spreads throughout me and I rage at the injustice of being denied the simplest of dreams.

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