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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 179
When they were gone Zuko turned in Katara’s arms to face her. She let go of him and took a step back unsure of how to read his expression. Katara relaxed as Zuko’s head dropped to her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around him when she felt wetness against her neck.
“I was so scared I wouldn’t make it; that this was like that other town but I was too slow to save you. I thought I had lost you. I was so scared that I when I got here you’d be dying and there was nothing I could do to save you. I thought real life was imitating my nightmares.”
The night he’d thrown Katara in jail was the first of many he’d had the recurring nightmare that he been unable to save her from swordswoman. Each time he made it across the threshold to see the blade breach Katara’s stomach and pin her to the wall before it was twisted and withdrawn. He’d held her as she cried for her brother and died in his arms. Zuko tilted his head inhaling the scent of her hair. “I thought I had lost you. That I was too stupid to realize you were in danger and too slow to save you. I thought it had come true.”
“I’m here, Zuko, I’m alive. I’m okay you saved me,” Katara repeated to reassure him. Zuko had been a mess after killing that woman and she deeply regretted the things she had said to him. When she intruded on his shower the skin that wasn’t scabbed was bleeding. He’d taken his first human life to save her and was distraught afterwards he’d scrubbed away most of his skin trying to get the blood off. It had been partially her fault he was in such bad condition. “I’m safe Zuko. I know you won’t let anything happen to me.”
Zuko took another deep breath drawing in the aroma of saltwater that Katara always carried to make sure she was really there. In his dreams she always smelled of death not the ocean. He pressed his lips against her skin; hearing, touch, smell and sight wasn’t enough. He trailed tiny chaste kisses over the partially exposed juncture where her neck met her shoulders before moving up the column. He kissed her ears, her forehead, her temple, her cheeks and her chin before grazing her lips with his.
Katara thumbs brushed against his cheeks as she angled back and upwards slightly to look at him, “I’m okay Zuko. I’m fine, she didn’t hurt me.”
Zuko opened his mouthing imbibing her words as she spoke them; reveling in the way her lips felt as they moved against his. He slipped his tongue inside them wanting to taste more, to feel more, needing to know that Katara was still with him. That he hadn’t failed her in the worse way possible.
Katara closed her eyes noting the change in the way Zuko was kissing her. Zuko’s hands slid down her side, across her derriere and beneath her dress making her regret the decision to save her pants for the days they would be traveling. His hands were warm on her thighs as he lifted her; so were his fingers as they pushed her panties aside and stroked her. Her tears began to fall as Zuko’s actions answered the question he’d been unwilling verbally respond to last night. Slow and gentle; choosing mental anguish over physical.
She’d been on the stolen Fire Nation boat with her tribesmen for weeks as they escaped they city they let fall to the Fire Nation. They’d been together so long that many times they’d forget their unisex fighting force now contained members of the opposite gender. She’d lost count of how many times her father, Bato or Sokka would walk in bellowing about the things they were saying around her even thought they were equally guilty. Even without that knowledge or Toph’s over sharing of some of the more unique things she’d gleaned from the locker rooms of Earth Rumble, Katara knew what kind of girls allowed themselves to be pinned to the wall and fucked in public bathrooms. She froze the door stuck so no one would witness the rapid descension of her status as a fallen woman.
That knowledge did not stop her from wrapping her legs around Zuko’s waist to compensate for the loss of support when the arm that had been beneath her thigh and the hand that had been beneath her cheek moved between her back and the wall. She became grateful for the large palm cradling her head when his thrust became swifter and more forceful. Like the loosest of woman and cheapest of hookers she obeyed when his desperate entreaties of “Please Katara. Please move for me. I want to make you come first” and wonderfully filling friction of something large and hard became too difficult to ignore. Katara buried her head in the crook of Zuko’s neck, gasping his name as his controlled movements became rapid and jerky before slowing once more.

Zuko held her in that position for several minutes smelling and tasting her damp skin as it sunk in that this was no dream; this was reality. They never made love in his dreams. She always died in his dreams. In his dreams her skin went from warm to cold. There was none of the current heat he felt radiating from her. Death rattles giving way to her final exhalation were the only breath he felt on his skin not the hot steady puffs against his neck. He stepped forward, pushing her closer to the wall unwilling to sever their connection or lower the leg he was holding. This was no dream. It was real. She was real. She only smelled, tasted and felt that way after their joining. She was alive. His Katara was alive, he had not killed her with his ineptitude.
It was only after, when Katara’s heels were no longer digging into his vertebrae, and her arms lay loosely around him and the slice of heaven between her legs was no longer quivering around him; did Zuko begin to notice how loudly his back was screaming at him. He reluctantly stepped away to allow his soft penis to slide the final centimeters out of her warm cradle. He returned her panties to their rightful position then kissed her, slowly sliding his tongue between her slightly parted lips, tasting one final time before retrieving his pants from around his ankles.
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