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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 30
Katara was awakened by warm dryness of Zuko’s mouth on her neck and the heated roughness of his hands fumbling with the brassiere’s clasp behind her back. She remained supine but her unshed tears and gasps for breath undermined her attempts to feign sleep.
Zuko’s shifted so they were stomach to stomach instead of him laying at her side. “Good morning, Katara.”
His voice was even rougher than normal from sleep and his golden eyes were trained on hers. His manhood lay heavy and swollen between her legs; a few inches travel and she would be pierced. He pressed his lips against hers and Katara felt her final scrap of clothing give.
Zuko coaxed it around her body then over her shoulders to bare her breast. Katara closed her eyes and recounted all the jings she knew of the bending disciplines waiting for him to start in hopes it would be quickly be over as Zuko began to kiss and play with her breasts.
“They’re perfect” he declared lowering his head and nuzzling one with his mouth. They were fuller than Mai’s, but didn’t overflow his hand like Jin’s. In hindsight he realized how stupid he’d been to run away when the Earth Kingdom girl pulled his hand to her chest while kissing him. He would not make the same mistake with the caramel hills in front of him. He moved his mouth from one to the other fully intent on enjoying them.
Zuko mapped her breast with her tongue, but Katara hadn’t moved a muscle. This wasn’t something he was doing to stake his claim on her. He was doing this for pleasure and wanted a reaction from her. He wanted to feel her hands in his hair pulling him closer as her breath quickened and she arched into his touches. He needed her to respond like she had last night so he would know all was forgiven. Zuko brought his face to hers. Her lids were closed; when she parted them her eyes were vacant and unfocused.
“Katara? Katara, look at me. I’m not going to take you. I just want to kiss and touch, that’s all,” he murmured grazing her lips with his before locking them in a hungry kiss. “I just want to feel you against me.”
Katara slowly began to relax as Zuko’s mouth and hands roamed her body. His fingers occasionally explored her genitals, but he made no efforts to penetrate her with his penis.
Zuko could feel the Waterbender softening against his ministrations. That’s what he wanted. He wanted her to be as comfortable with him as he was starting to get with her. He tangled their tongues, hoping she could taste what he didn’t have the words or courage to express. He brought her hand to his chest hoping she could feel how terrified and unsure he was and how much regretted the things necessary to carry on this farce.
He mouthed his way down her body working up his nerve to kiss the place he’d injured, hoping she understood its meaning. That act was usually reserved for the most highly respected and treasured wife, but he had heard that when words failed, it was the best way to apologize to a woman of any status. He was rimming her navel when his door burst open.
He threw a backhanded fireball as he moved higher pulling up the sheet to cover their bodies. He turned throwing another over his shoulder fully intent on roasting the intruder. He saw how the large fireball was crushed like a gnat in the hand of the giant and recognized the laughter.
Shit. The interloper was none other than his father.
“I’m sorry, Father. I didn’t realize,” Zuko hastily apologized trying to awkwardly bow while making sure his body covered Katara. His father was there to check up on him and he was smiling - this was not good, this was not good. But Zuko could not help but feel relieved at his timing. Perhaps a minute later and his father would have caught him with his face between the legs of the Water Tribe woman. They would have both be executed for shaming the royal line.
“No need to apologize, son. I should have known not to barge in on a healthy young man and his companion,” the last word was laden with derision. Ozai took a seat on the bed and clapped his hand on Zuko’s shoulder before continuing. “Relax son. My father and your uncle once walked in on me and your mother when I was your age. It’s a good thing Iroh had such good reflexes or else you may have never met your grandfather. Have you ever wondered why my hairy brother’s arms have no hair?”
Zuko laid his head on Katara’s shoulder trying to erase the mental imagery. He began running his fingers up and down her spine to help her relax. “I mean no disrespect, Father, but what are you doing here?”
Ozai lowered his hand from Zuko’s shoulder and slipped it beneath the covers. He trailed it up the girl’s calf. “You missed this morning’s practice and a war meeting we held over breakfast. There are those who were concerned by your absence. They feared the Waterbender may have gotten the best of you. You’ve barely been here a full day yet I’ve heard countless charges that a boy your age is ill suited for this type of prisoner and that she would be better handled by someone with more experience.”
Zuko snorted, “I’ve heard the cowards rumbling behind my back; yet none of them have challenged me to my face. Did they send you to check on me?”
“Watch your tone child. I am no one’s errand boy,” Ozai spat, gliding his hand over Katara’s kneecap.
Zuko noticed that Katara who had been still was now squirming and shaking uncontrollably. He noticed the movement beneath the covers and grabbed his father’s hand. He possessively growled, “Mine” and inched Katara away from him.
Ozai looked at his wrist, it was red. It was minute but the boy had burned him. Perhaps all this time he’d been betting on the wrong pony. Azula was certainly cruel and cunning, but she’d yet to show the will to defy him. Backbone was far more necessary than prodigious Firebending to rule the nation.
“Prove it,” Ozai ordered.
“Prove what?” Zuko asked irritated.
“Prove that you have what it takes to handle the Waterbender. Show me that my faith in you is not misplaced,” Ozai smiled wickedly. This would be a true test of Zuko’s worthiness. “You know how I enjoy the sounds of torture in the morning.”

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading. I realized I skipped posting chapter 26. I’ve updated the chapters to insert it.
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