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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33965 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, Avatar: The Legend of Korra, any historical figures or events, or easily recognizable persons, places or things. I make no profit from this work of fanfiction

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Chapter 233
Katara curled her knees to her chest and turned to face the corner. She couldn’t collect her thoughts while facing him. His explanation clouded her mind. It made absolutely no sense but perfectly explained his confusing behavior, “Why are you telling me this?”
“I’m scared,” Zuko admitted placing his head on her back and wrapping is arms around her legs so she couldn’t get away from him. “I’ve seen blood poisoning and know what it can do. You asked what men in the Fire Nation did to apologize. I don’t want to die without telling you.”
“The first night you were captured I exchanged a part of my spirit and life-force with you. If I die tonight a part of me will always be connected to you. The love I have for you will allow me to manifest as a phoenix that only you can see. I will appear when you are in danger and guide you to safety. I know you don’t want to leave your brother and the Avatar, but if that happens and you can’t get to them, promise me that you’ll leave and come back for them. I won’t be able to rest knowing something happened to you. ”
Katara inhaled deeply allowing the air to swell her cheeks before exhaling in exasperation, “You’re not going to die Zuko.”
Unconvinced he replied, “How do you know that?”
“Because I won’t let you,” Katara replied shaking her head in frustration.
“But I thought you wanted me dead?” Zuko asked in confusion as he scooted around to face her.
Katara pulled water from the tub and formed a blade which she placed at Zuko’s right collarbone and slid diagonally over this torso down to his left hip, “I do want you dead but not like this. I want to be the one to kill you. I want you to be strong and healthy when I take your sense of self away from you. I want you to have all of your faculties and be fully aware of what’s happening when I slice into you. I won’t let you die from illness. You’ve taken so much from me, I won’t let anything rob me of satisfaction of killing you. My grudge towards you is too strong. My anger will not let you die. I refuse to let you die a pitiful death and go to your grave with my sympathy.”
Zuko heard screeching and grinding behind him so he turned to locate the source. The water inside the bathtub had been frozen into two miniature icebergs that were scraping the bottom of the tub as they crashed against each other. He frowned, “Katara what are you doing?”
“You told me things about your culture to help me understand your feelings. I am doing the same. Our tribe is small. We depend on each other for survival. Anger hurts everyone as we are all connected. Everyone gets angry but we are taught to move past it. Anger should be like the summer snow brief and disappear quickly otherwise it damages the person who does not let go of it,” she said transforming the ice blade against his skin into snowflakes so fine they melted from Zuko’s body heat and evaporated once they made contact with his skin.
“I was taught to believe that and I tried to live by it, but it doesn’t work for me Zuko. Tupilek explained that the gifts that should have been spread among all the benders in my tribe are concentrated within me. I am like the tidal wave, rash, impulsive and anger easily. I am like the iceberg, constant and steady but like the iceberg once I start moving it takes great effort to sway me. My anger takes time to dissipate Zuko. I will not let you die until it has been fully satisfied.”
“Do you promise?” Zuko asked pulling her into his lap and laying his head against hers.
Katara’s drew back to look at him, her head tilting to the side in confusion.
“Do you promise not to let me die tonight? Do you promise I will live until you kill me?” Zuko asked somberly as he lifted her hand to his chest and traced the path her ice blade took.
Katara settled against him and splayed her palm over his chest, “I will gut you like a seal, crack open your ribcage and hold your heart in my hand until it stops beating.”
Zuko smiled. Katara’s face was gently nuzzling his and the hand not on his chest was on his side. Her thumb was gently caressing his skin with enough pressure to comfort not tickle. He angled his head to bridge the short distance between their lips. She kissed him the same way she had done while they were lying in the meadow that morning. He peppered her lips with a series of chaste kisses, his smile growing wider with each one.
“You do realize I just promised to kill you in a very violent and bloody way?” Katara questioned.
Zuko nodded, “I do. It’s the first promise you ever made to me. I’m happy because this is the first time you acknowledged holding my heart.”
Katara patted his head like a dog and sighed once again thinking of the pet and acceptance of taboo and how she had somehow grown comfortable with him, “You are insane; that insanity is why you are Wrish-wrish, Zuko.”
Zuko stopped smiling. “Katara, what if the blood poisoning has affected my brain and I really have gone insane from it?”
“Your organs would have shut down by now if it had reached that level. The kidneys and liver go first; you would be swollen due to your body’s inability to rid itself of waste. Your skin would have an unhealthy yellowish hue, would feel tired, sluggish and you would have no appetite. You would feel as if you were dying,” Katara placed her hand between his legs, “this would not have reacted when we were kissing.”
Katara became aware of her error when Zuko rolled his hips forward so his semi-erect penis could get more contact with her hand. Amayu’s warning about Zuko’s upcoming medical restrictions was very clear. She never should have touched him there or even acknowledged she was aware that he was in the early stages of arousal. She didn’t know whether to pull her hand away or use it to ensure he didn’t do more.
Zuko made the decision for her.
He placed his hand on top of hers and curled it so both of them gripped his penis. His other hand found its way behind her head; his fingers slid against her scalp as his tongue slid between her lips. Unlike their earlier light kisses these were hungry. Katara’s mouth moved against his automatically as knots began forming in her stomach. She whimpered when his hand let go of hers to open his pants and free his now soaring dragon. She was still sore from earlier.
Zuko noticed Katara had started to tremble as his fingers began loosening the fastenings of her collar. He whispered two words in her ear before bringing her hand to his mouth, licking her fingers and guiding it back to his penis.
Katara closed her eyes and was trying to not think of what the hand beneath her shirt tweaking her nipple and the nibbles on her neck were leading up to. Her eyes popped open when Zuko lowered his mouth to her breast, moaned roughly and filled her hand with semen. Her heartbeat gradually returned to normal as his thumb began circling her palm, heating it to evaporate the wetness.
She smiled when Zuko kissed her cheek before walking behind the privacy screen. She was still trying to figure out what happened when he returned with a warm wet towel and washed her hand before kissing the back of it. She squeezed his calf and wrapped his arms around her knees to hug him before letting him walk away again.
This time he had kept his word when he asked her to trust him.

Author's Note: I have some real life issues that need to be sorted out so I'll be offline for a while. Thanks for your patience.
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