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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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Even though he had spoken so low he wasn’t even sure he’d voiced the words he knew Katara had heard them.
Her face contorted, her lower lip began to tremble, and water came to her eyes. She didn’t think Zuko would to that to her; not tonight. Not after what she’d told him a few short hours ago. She didn’t think he’d rape her after she told him how dirty it made her feel. She should have known better than to expect mercy from him. She rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs. She pulled her knees forward lifting her hips to give him better access as she buried her face in the pillow not wanting him to see her cry.
The knife that had buried itself in his stomach twisted when he saw her do that. That was how he positioned her before their current arrangement, when he would tie her down and force her. Before he realized how much he really cared for her; before he fell completely in love with her.
“Not like that Katara,” he said placing his lips against the hand closest to him and kissing his way up to her shoulder.
“Not like that,” he repeated kissing her neck, ear and back of her head before rolling her onto her stomach to face him. He kissed her forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, eyelids and finally her lips, “I promise it wouldn’t ever be like that again.”
“I promise I will never disregard your feelings and degrade you like that again,” he whispered as he straddled her. He placed his lips against her forehead and once again began making his way down.
Katara opened her eyes when Zuko parted her legs and lay between them. He wasn’t hard. He was naked lying between her legs and kissing her. He made it to her collarbone and there was no sign of an erection. She closed her eyes as he kissed her breast through the thin cotton of her nightgown, over her sides, the flat plane of her stomach, the tops of her thighs, her shins, and the tops of her feet.
Zuko rocked back onto his haunches and lifted her legs to kiss each of her toes, her instep, ankles, and Achilles.
“I promise you my love, it will never be like that between us again,” Zuko vowed as he pushed up Katara’s nightgown and pulled it over her head before lowering himself on top of her again.
Katara closed her eyes forcing herself to relax as she waited for an intrusion that never came. Zuko was kissing her again. This time she noticed there were places his lips lingered. She realized those were the same places he’d hit her. The bruises had faded but he still remembered the size and shape of each one. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked down at him.
Zuko placed a kiss on her outer thigh where he had kicked her, “I haven’t forgotten Katara. I can’t. Every time I see close my eyes I see all the pain I’ve caused you; I remember every bruise, every scrape, every scratch, every drop of blood and every tear. I don’t want to hurt you Katara. I’ve never wanted to hurt you, even when you were my enemy I never wanted to hurt you. I only wanted to capture the Avatar; never to hurt you. I would give my life if it meant you never felt any pain or unhappiness. I truly do love you.”
Katara closed her eyes and lay back when Zuko said that. She couldn’t believe him knowing what he was preparing to do to her.
Zuko saw the doubt and hurt in Katara’s eyes when he said he loved her so he redoubled his efforts in proving his sincerity to her. After kissing every inch of her front he pulled her into his lap. He kissed the back of her head, shoulders, and back as he gently laid her on her stomach. He left no centimeter of skin untouched even placing light kisses on her buttocks as he worked his way down her body and again back up.
He paused at her shoulder blades kissing and nibbling each one until there were a set of red wings on her back. He rolled her onto her side and gently suckled her breasts before putting a love bite above her heart. He added one to the right side of her neck as he rolled her on top of him. He looked her in the eyes while pulling her lower lip between his teeth and licking it.
Katara closed her eyes as Zuko resumed his earlier path only using light nibbles instead of gentle kisses across her chin, down her neck and lower as he slid further beneath her. He stopped nibbling when he reached her pubic mound. He slid his hands behind her thigh and pulled her forward so she was sitting on top him. His lips were grazing her inner thighs when Katara’s eyes widened with realization.
There was one place he hadn’t kissed.
She looked down and his eyes locked onto hers as he repositioned her directly over his mouth. He continued to stare up at her as he covered her labia with butterfly kisses. Katara closed her eyes, she couldn’t watch as he did that. Every act of love had meaning among her people but that one was extremely significant. She hardened her heart knowing that even if Chu-hua had been upset to think he had done that to her earlier it was only because their prince was lying beneath a peasant not because in the Fire Nation it also held meaning.
Zuko continued to chastely mouth her lower lips and clitoris hoping she felt the apology in each kiss. There were no words capable of expressing what he felt so he apologized and honored her the best way he knew how. This act was one of pure love and devotion rarely performed even among Fire Nation married couples as it was a way of a man showing his wife he placed her, her happiness, her comfort, her wellbeing, and her needs far above his own and that he was willing to concede a larger part of himself to her.
A woman’s spirit was stronger than a man’s. Women had the spiritual strength to bring life into the world and give power to a man. Laying beneath her meant he could not escape her life force’s influence as it dripped down her walls each time she came. It would fill his mouth and cover his face, feeding his body and well as his mind. He used his tongue to part her lips, then curled the muscle deep inside her and licked until her juices overflowed and sweetened.
Katara leaned forward placing her forearm on the wall and rested her head against it to support herself as Zuko’s tongued delved deeper inside her. He normally attacked her with a ferocity that left her reeling but this slow and gentle assault was driving her to madness. Her knees tightened around his head and she pulled his hair when his lips closed around her pleasure nubbin and he began sucking.
Tears fell from her eyes as she rocked back and forth over his mouth, guiding his oral movements, wanting so much more even as she wished he would stop. He couldn’t be the one to do this to her. He couldn’t. To her people lying beneath a person and putting your mouth on their genitals was an act of pure love and devotion performed on the wedding night.
The female on top of male was called closing the turtleseal shell and locking it. The flesh was weak and easily baited which was why the nickname for genitalia was often that of an animal. Any man could rub it the turtleseal’s nose and coax it open but only one who truly loved you would be willing to lower themselves and give their all to you, for you. That act allowed a man to become so fully acquainted with the hungry creature that lived between a woman’s legs the turtleseal knew it by feel, touch, and even the sound of his voice; if any others attempted to touched it, the shell would immediately clamp shut barring them entrance.
Zuko could not be the man her body recognized as its one true owner and companion. Even as she thought that his name fell from her lips in a low keening litany and she writhed against his mouth. If he didn’t stop, if she didn’t stop, she didn’t know what would become of her. She placed the hand that had been buried in his thick locks beside his head to force herself upwards.

Zuko’s hands left her thighs, cupped her buttocks and pulled her back down as soon as he lost contact with that slice of heaven he’d been eating. He understood why most men in the Fire Nation did not do this for their women. They were too busy fucking anything that moved to fully appreciate the one beside them let alone fall in love with them.
He could not get enough of seeing Katara’s breast jiggling, her eyes rolling upwards, and the utter bliss on her face as she came. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating; her taste was addictive making him forget the way the soft sheets were scraping his back. He knew that no matter what the world said or who tried to stop him for the rest of his life she would be the only woman for him.
He continued to lick, kiss, and nibble until Katara fell completely apart; her upper half collapsing onto the bed while her lower continued to twitch and tremble against his mouth. If it weren’t for the Agni-damned need for air he would have remained in that position, his tongue extended to flick her clitoris, his nose buried in her triangle of neatly trimmed curls, and feeling the contractions of her belly against his forehead while her sweat dripped down on him.
He continued to lick and suck as he sat up and pulled Katara into his lap. Instead of just plunging inside her he held her and kissed her lightly on the lips, “I love you Katara. I love you so much. Can I give myself to you?”
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