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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 65
Katara sat at the edge of the bed, her back pressed against the wall watching him as he drifted off. She had planned to strangle him but he’d effectively prevented that. There was a bottle of liquor on the counter across the room, but he’d hear the glass break if she tried to pull the liquid from it. He’d emptied the pitcher and basin the servants had left behind.
Smothering him with the second pillow was her only chance. She began shifting. His eyes would pop open and he’d look at her before relaxing and shutting them again. She repeated the movement several times to get him used to the motion as she inched closer to the head of the bed.
It was just like seal hunting, lure them into a false sense of security then pounce.
She snatched the pillow with both hands and covered Zuko’s face. She sat on his chest and burying her knees into his armpits. She fisted the center of the cushion and leaned forward locking her elbows on either side of his head. Her toes cramped as she dug into the bed pushing all of her weight to her forearms and pressing down for all she was worth.
Zuko flailed wildly when his air supply was taken from him but quickly calmed down. He was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. Every self respecting nanny of the Fire Nation, especially those of the royal family taught her charges to expect an assassin to attack while they were sleeping. The lesson was doubly reinforced being Azula’s brother. Rule number one don’t panic. Rule number two remember you can roll over or sit up. Rule number three breathe. That’s how most people die in that situation. Panic set in and they forgot they could use their body as a counterweight to their attacker and roll over or sit up.
He slid his hands beneath Katara’s stomach and pushed upwards to get some air before getting his arms behind his back and maneuvering himself into sitting position, pushing her backwards into his lap. He began trying to corral her arms as he turned his head away from the pillow.
Katara was a fighter; even though her initial plan failed she kept the cushion in both hands trying to wrap it around his head. Zuko spun his head, trying to twist his way from beneath her as he pushed against her forearms. She squirmed in his lap scrabbling her way forward trying to regain the superior position. She wasn’t expecting Zuko to let go of her arms, grab her hips and roll sideways taking her with him.
She spent many childhood days wrestling with Sokka and some of the older boys so she was used to fighting from beneath a larger opponent in this position. Katara let go of the pillow and grabbed Zuko’s hair while raising her knees up on either side of him. She rocked her hips from side to side until she had enough room to hook her right ankle between their bodies, plant her foot against his stomach and kick forward. Zuko flew backwards but her grip in his hair and the rope made sure she flipped backwards on top of him.
She let go of his hair to dig her nails in his scalp. She dragged her fingers down the length of his face and then gouged at the tendons in his neck intending to choke him. When he managed to pry her hands away she bit him. He chin butted her forehead and cursed; the action loosened her grip but rattled his jawline. He jerked his hips upwards and yanked her tethers tossing her off balance before she could bite him again. He used the momentum to roll off the bed and drag her to the floor with him.
Zuko swung his left hand around the bedpost and pulled the belt tight trapping his hand along with both of her hands. He used his right forearm to press the side of her face into the corner of the mattress and trapped her knees between his own before laying his head on her upper back to catch his breath.
Shortly after his banishment, his uncle had taken to a tavern that featured hog monkey wrestling, an activity which Zuko viewed with disdain. He now had a new appreciation for the participants’ athleticism and for his uncle. Zuko knew he often acted without thinking, but this water wench had clearly outpaced him in that area.
“What were you going to do after you killed me?”
His question was met with silence.
“I asked you a question Peasant! What were you going to do after you killed me? Go wandering around half naked on a ship full of men looking for your brother and the Avatar? At least you wouldn’t have had to search for the bison. He’s chained to the deck with a pike driven through his tail. Azula made sure even if you three somehow got loose he couldn’t readily take off,” Zuko yelled.
“Stop yelling in my ear!” Katara screamed right back at him tugging her arms and jarring the bed as she once again began to struggle.
“Stop fighting when I’m trying to help you!” Zuko demanded putting more of his upper body weight on her as he slid his lower half away from her.
“Help me? Is that what you call it? Well thank you for taking away my family, virginity and freedom. They were such burdens. I seem to have a problem with you breathing; can you help with that too?” Katara shrieked.
She misunderstood why he pulled away from and increased her efforts to escape him. She thrashed like an eel out of water, elbowing him in the ribs and slamming against him with the back of her head. Her movements grew more forceful but she didn’t care in the least that she was hurting herself so long as she hurt him in the process.
“Stop doing that,” Zuko repeated sliding his hips farther back and reaching around her body her to free his arm from the bedpost.
“Am I hurting you or is the spoiled little prince just mad his whore is not taking his orders?” Katara railed, craning her neck to bite at Zuko.
“Stupid girl, you have no idea of what you’re doing do you?” Zuko growled rolling his hips forward and rubbing his growing erection against her nakedness causing her to still beneath him. “What’s the matter Peasant, finally understanding the position you’re in?”
Katara’s her anger was immediately replaced by fear, “Zuko, don’t, please don’t.”
He untied his left hand disconnecting their bonds and grabbed her hips forcing her to move with him, “Why should I? I tried to be nice to you. I put you in my own rooms and so you wouldn’t be stuck in the brig as the crew’s plaything. I made you my official concubine so wouldn’t become a toy for the nobles. I broke a promise to my dead mother that I’d never force myself on a woman to protect you and this is how you repay me?
“I opened my vault to you; I gave you my own clothes to wear. I gave you my virginity and my royal signet so you would have my protection and support your entire life. I stopped using the handcuffs and rope and instead use a long plush sash bind you so you won’t be as uncomfortable and you still try to kill me while I sleep. When I try to calm down you do this to me?
“You made me like this, Katara. I think you liked what happened earlier and want me to do it again,” Zuko rasped breathily against her ear as he slid his hand to the front of his pants, freeing his erection and rubbing the rigid tip against her dry folds. “Is this what you want, Katara? Is that why you kept kicking when I reminded you that you weren’t wearing underwear or kept moving against me every time I asked you to stop? Is that why you bit me after I told you feeling your mouth on my skin goes straight to my groin?”
Katara was crying her voice shook as she answered weakly, “No. I don’t want this. Please don’t.”
“After all the trouble you put me through most men would think they were entitled to a little compensation,” Zuko said kissing the back of her neck as he pulled away giving himself enough room to finish himself in his hand. “You should be glad I’m not like them.”
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