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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
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Chapter 80
The morning after his manhood celebration like all mornings Zuko felt the familiar tightness and throbbing between his legs. He thought he was still dreaming when he cracked his eyes and saw Katara in his arms. She had replaced the nameless and faceless women that occupied dreams the moment he first invaded her village; to his hung-over, alcohol ridden brain and rock hard dick it seemed perfectly natural to roll the sleeping Waterbender over, push aside her underclothing, and press into her.
Katara awoke screaming as the pain ripped through her. Her hands were awkwardly tied to the bedpost and her lower half was pinned to the bed by Zuko. She was twisted in an odd angle and each jarring thrust only made it worse. The terry cloth slid along her hands burning away her skin as she tried to press her upper back against the bed and properly align her spine. Her legs were on either side of his hips and her kicks were unable to strike him. She was starting to go numb when it was suddenly and blessedly over.
Sated, Zuko extricated himself from between her legs and fell back into a deep sleep completely ignoring the pull of sunrise. At his side, Katara had curled into a ball was violently sobbing.

The sun was high in the sky when Katara mustered the nerve to wake Zuko, “I need to go to the bathroom.”
She watched him struggle with the undoing the knots he’d tied around the bedpost before finally lifting the offending pillar and escorting her across the room to what she’d initially thought was a closet. She was surprised to see a sink, toilet, and small walk in shower when he opened the door.
“Don’t take too long,” Zuko yawned untying one of her hands and extending the cloth he’d used to bind her to him before retying them at the ends so she’d still be leashed while he waited on the other side of the door.
There were towels and soap on a shelf above the toilet. After using the restroom Katara decided to take the opportunity to clean up. She stepped into the shower, but the knobs were different than the ones she’d seen in the spa room. It took her moment to get the water flowing overhead to the right temperatures. She scrubbed herself twice, bending the water inside of her to remove all traces of Zuko then scrubbed herself again before closing her eyes and healing the last of her injuries.

Zuko had heard the shower and debated with himself on whether or not he could trust leaving her alone with her element. The boat he lived on during his banishment was smaller but all Fire Nation ships came with the same size cisterns in the private showers. He decided to walk in after hearing the water cycle for a third time.
Katara’s eyes were closed; there was a look of deep concentration on her face. She was on all fours or she would have been she had not been using her right hand to divert water inside herself and remove his semen. Katara quickly removed her hand from between her legs when she saw him.
“You were taking too long. I didn’t expect to find you doing this. Did I not satisfy you, Katara?” Zuko asked stepping into the water. He lowered himself behind her, taking advantage of her already spread legs, and forced his way into her.
For the first time since her mother was killed Katara felt completely helpless surrounded her natural environment. She was a master Waterbender but there was nothing she could do as Zuko kissed the back of her neck and promised to do better this time while he used her.

Katara didn’t know many times she had washed herself or how much time had elapsed but she was finally starting to feel clean when Zuko stepped back into the restroom. He bound her hands to the pipes overhead when she attempted to defend herself. She bit his lips several times but it didn’t dissuade him from attempting to kiss her. When he’d had enough, Zuko sheepishly apologized for making her have to take another shower. He grabbed a towel and the soap then turned his back to her as he quickly cleaned himself.
Afterwards he picked up the towel she had dropped and gently washed her back. Zuko kissed her once more as he untied her and paused briefly before leaving the restroom. Katara flinched, pulling a water whip up as he took a step towards her thinking he was going to attack her again. Instead he placed his hand on the metal wall and heated it. “I don’t have a way of heating the water but warming the pipes takes away some of the chill.”
Katara nodded and watched him leave.
For the second time that morning, Katara found herself alone with her element and unable to take any comfort in it.

Zuko stumbled across the room to lay back down. There was a tiny voice telling him that he had just done something very wrong but it was no match for the fugue state caused by being half-asleep and partially hungover. The endorphine rush of recent orgasms compounded his feeling that all was right in the world. He curled up on top of the covers, reaching for Katara before remembering she was in the restroom. He fell asleep waiting for her to come back and cuddle with him.

The water had turned as cold as that of her homeland when Katara reluctantly stepped out of it.
She emerged from the restroom and was relieved to find Zuko was already dressed. He pointed to a pile of blue tied with strip of red fabric on the loveseat. It was her clothes, not any of the ones he’d purchased for her, but the ones she’d worn the day of the invasion. She hadn’t seen them since they left the Fire Nation. Apparently he’d found it in his heart to give them back to her. She felt more like herself once she had them on even thought the once pretty bow was now her wrist bindings.
Zuko held on to it as he led her down the empty hallway towards the kitchen. Zuko stopped abruptly when he reached their destination. “Fan, you’re alive?!” he said a mixture of surprise and question.
“You say that as if you were wishing for the opposite,” the cook laughed clapping the prince on both shoulders.
“No, it’s just after Zhao took my crew and what happened at the North Pole I wasn’t sure what happened to anyone. What are you doing with my sister? I mean, I’m surprised you’re a member of the Ursa’s crew,” Zuko rambled.
Fan had long been a friend of Iroh’s and had served on Zuko’s ship the entirety of his banishment. He’d grown accustomed to ignoring the prince’s words in favor of listening to what he was saying before they ever left the palace. His heart was warmed when Zuko referred to his crew and not his ship being taken. At one time Zuko had been so obsessed with his futile avatar hunt he’d cared nothing for his men. He was glad to see the young man had changed.
“Well, you know me and the poles; ain’t one I can’t escape from with my life,” the short bowlegged man said winking at Katara. “At least this time it didn’t cost me three toes and four teeth. As for bein’ on this ship, Cap’n Blood drug me outta the water and decided to keep me after I cooked one meal for her. She’s the one floatin’ this heap o’metal for yer father.”
“Admiral Chu-hua will kill you if she hears you saying that,” Zuko chuckled.
“That’s precisely why I don’t intend to let her. ‘Sides, Blood fits her better than Chrysanthemum. What was yer grand-paps thinking? Naming her after a flower and yer Mam after a bear?”
Zuko rolled his eyes, “I meant calling her captain when she’s been promoted.”
“Nevermind, that. Who’s the pretty lady?” the cook asked even though he already knew the answer. He been the cook aboard the Albatross during Zuko’s banishment.
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