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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33555 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Zuko turned and looked at her.
“I…ah…it’s okay. Touching is okay, just stay above my waist,” Katara stammered deciding to take a chance and test him to see if he was capable of telling the truth.
“Are you sure?” Zuko asked before nervously pulling his lips between his teeth.
She nodded while doing the same thing. Zuko lay back down and Katara hoped she was doing the right thing. Zuko’s hand settled on her waist and he pressed his lips against hers almost shyly. The kiss deepened and Zuko pulled her closer to him. True to his word his hands remained above her waist.
They broke for air and Zuko asked if he could touch her bottom. She nodded expecting him to just reach behind her, but instead he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. It felt strange being on top of him. She’d made out with boys before, but none of them had let her do more than sit on their laps and straddle them. She was always on her back if things became horizontal.
This way made her feel powerful, as if she were the one in control. She relaxed, her body slowly sinking against Zuko’s as he kissed her neck and thrust upwards against her. He was moaning and squeezing her ass just like he was earlier when she jacked him off on the rhino. This time she wanted to see his expression when he came. She was curious; Jet and Haru had both looked like they were concentrating on being afraid. She wondered if Zuko’s face would scrunch up the same way.
She lifted her torso to see what kind of face he made belatedly realizing that it put her koalaotter directly over his erection. She froze, he had tricked her. Their thin underwear wouldn’t be enough to stop him if he tried to push into her. All he had to do was push hers to the side. She put her hands on his chest to push away from him and he rolled his hips beneath her.
“Stop, Zuko. I don’t want to do this. Let me up, you promised you wouldn’t rape me,” Katara wailed once again struggling to get off of him.
Confused, Zuko let go of her. He blushed and explained, “I wasn’t going to do that, Katara. I didn’t mean to scare you, I was close. I just wanted to finish.”
“Oh, I…” Katara said blushing as well.
Zuko swallowed thickly, “Can I touch you while I do it myself?” He had often done that with Mai, but he knew his situation with Katara was different.
Katara shook her head no. She didn’t trust being anywhere near him with his hand on his penis. He might decide to shove it in her.
“Can we do what we did earlier? On the way here?” she said timidly reasoning that if it was in her hand, she could keep it from going inside her.
Zuko’s eyes widened she wanted to jack him? She just asked if she could jack him off? If she could pet his dragon? Of course! Anytime she wanted. She didn’t have to ask. She could just reach inside his pants and go for it. He nodded and squeaked, “You can touch me.”
Katara slid closer to him. She laid her head on his shoulder and put her left hand on his chest. He had nice pecs; very nice pecs for a monster, very nice abs too. She hesitated at his waistband. Zuko took his hand in hers, “Katara, will you kiss me.”
Katara titled her head and looked at him. He added a “please” so she adjusted her position and put her mouth on his. He let her control the kiss and gradually she grew more confident exploring his mouth with her tongue. She was actually starting to enjoy the kiss when the hand that she wasn’t holding, began rubbing her ass. When she moaned slightly Zuko took that as encouragement and began sliding her hand lower until it was over his clothed shaft. She didn’t pull away so he began thrusting against her palm, guiding her movement with his hand.
Zuko took his hand off of hers and wrapped it around her back. He rolled slightly towards her pushing one of his thighs between her legs. He used both hands to pull her closer as he completely took over the kiss. It grew more intense the faster he moved his hips. Katara shifted, raising onto her right forearm and using the momentum of an upstroke to slide her left beneath the waistband of his underpants.
The tip of his penis grazed the base of her pinky; she was surprised it was a little wet.
Zuko’s arms tightened around her at the skin on skin contact. One of his hands buried itself in her hair as he tongue fucked her mouth. The other gripped her ass pulling her along with his movements so she ended up humping his thigh. Katara closed her fist and began moving it along his erection. On the third pump his hips left the bed and he abruptly tossed his head back as he began spraying Katara’s hand with hot sticky seed.
Katara’s hand loosened but Zuko quickly grabbed it through the cloth, forcibly tightening her grip and roughly dragging her hand up and down his shaft, thrusting against it until he was thoroughly milked. Sated, his eyes closed and his body went limp. The hand that had been guiding Katara’s fell loosely at his side and the other rested on her butt. Katara kept her hand on his dick, lightly teasing it with her fingertips as it twitched and deflated. Once he caught his breath Zuko’s eyes opened partially and his head lolled towards her.
“That was amazing,” he uttered hoarsely “so much better than I imagined. I don’t even want to get cleaned up because you’d have to let go of it.”
Katara blushed. Zuko had imagined her doing this to him? Her hand between his legs touching his penis? She became acutely aware of the broad chest she was partially laying on and the muscular thigh between hers. Damn crush. She prayed he didn’t notice that getting him off had made her panties wet.
They lay like that for a bit longer before Zuko decided that the feel of semen drying was too uncomfortable. He grabbed a pair of clean underwear and disappeared in the room he’d pulled the chamber pot from and returned with a basin of soapy water and a towel. He washed Katara’s hand then went back in to tend to himself. This time when he lay down beside her and drew her into an embrace, Katara slowly relaxed unafraid.
He was warm and had kept his word. He had been aroused but she hadn’t been raped. She was still going to kill him but maybe she wouldn’t smile as much while doing it.
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