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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 83
Katara ran her fingers along Zuko’s jawline to the damaged ear hidden by his hair. She brushed the shaggy locks back to get the full effect. His hair was softer than she expected; the shell of his ear was harder.
“Does it affect your hearing?” she asked not sure why she posed the question.
Zuko shook his head and leaned into her touch. He closed his eyes and relaxed as her fingers curiously explored his mark of shame with no hint of revulsion. He opened his eyes; surprisingly her face only held the same compassion and wonder it did the first time he felt her touch. He did what he would have done that afternoon in the Crystal Catacombs had he not been interrupted by the Avatar and Azula. He pressed his lips forward and chastely kissed her.
Katara’s eyes widened and she jumped slightly in surprise, her right hand never leaving his face.
“I’m sorry I…” Zuko blushed and lowered his eyes waiting for a sign of rejection. When none was forthcoming he kissed her again in the same manner.
Katara pulled her lower lip into her mouth and tilted her head in confusion. This was the person who’d lied and forced himself on her repeatedly. No way could he be capable of such gentle kisses. It had to be another trick.
Zuko pressed his mouth to hers again and timidly licked her lips to gain entrance. Katara’s were softer and fuller than Mai’s. Her mouth tasted of the food they’d just eaten instead of Mai’s perpetual minty-ness. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to Katara’s. He covered the hand caressing his scar with his before stealing her lips once again.

Zuko’s lips were warm and dry; once again Katara reluctantly admitted he was a good kisser. His kisses didn’t have the finesse of Jet’s, the raw need of Haru’s, or the sweetness of Aang’s. These kisses were completely different from the ones he’d given her at the palace. They were more like a highly skilled and more dangerous version of the unspoken promises in the kisses she’d shared with Taruk before he’d left to fight the Fire Nation with Bato and her father.
Katara pulled back and noticed Zuko’s eyes remained closed as he caught his breath. This time when he pressed his lips against hers she granted him full access to her mouth. “It’s always the complete asses that are the best kissers,” Katara thought settling herself more comfortably in his lap as she leaned into the kiss. He moaned against her mouth and brought his hands beneath her buttocks to pull her flush against him.
Katara cupped his face with both hands, teasing his ears with her fingers and caressing his cheeks and eyelids with her thumbs. Zuko had started to rock beneath her. She wrapped her legs around his hips so she could better match his movements and mask the amount of pressure she was apply to his face. She circled the bones surrounding his eyes with the pad of her thumb while pulling his tongue in her mouth and sucking.
She knew she had him when he relaxed into love seat. She changed the angle of her thumbs and gently grazed the soft orbs beneath his fluttering lids with her nails. He made no effort to stop her. The only indication that he was even aware of her actions was to press his tongue farther into her mouth and dig his fingers into her derriere. She poised her thumbs against his lashes preparing to gouge and simultaneously bite his tongue off when someone knocked loudly at the door.
Zuko pulled back reluctantly cursing his unknown savior as he did so. “Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of them,” he said quietly his eyes full of trust and affection, having no idea how close he had come to being blinded. “Go away.”
“I’m afraid I cannot do that.” A semi-familiar voice answered
“Who is it?” Zuko inquired irritated that he was interrupted when Katara was finally showing signs of yielding.
“It’s me Mu, your highness,” the voice replied.
“Come in. Its unlocked,” Zuko called out not one bit grateful for the distubance.
Mu closed and locked the door before taking a place on the love seat beside Zuko. He pointed to the whiskey cabinet and asked, “May I?”
Zuko nodded. He’d know Mu since they were children and knew the other boy was upset by something. When others their age, including himself, were sneaking flutes of champagne at palace functions, Mu preferred to remain sober. If he was asking for a drink, he didn’t have anything pleasant to tell him.
He poured a shot and knocked it back then blurted, “Mai has asked that since I am an older male relative to act in lieu of her father and petition that Katara be declared her proxy.”
“She WHAT?” Zuko screamed almost upending the Waterbender as he jerked forward to attention.
Mu pinched his brow, “Please do not make me repeat that.”
Zuko took several calming breaths, puffing smoke with each exhalation. He could and could not believe the nerve of his former girlfriend, “What are you going to do?”
If Mu refused it could tip off people to his true allegiance. If he agreed, it would devastate Katara and Zuko would have no way of getting out of his engagement.
“I’m going to try and convince her it would do more harm than good,” he replied staidly. “You confessed Mai wasn’t your first in front of a room full of people. Even though you insinuated you lost your virginity during your banishment, you celebrated the loss with Katara and Azula presented evidence of your joining.
“As it stands Mai could claim you were lying to protect her reputation since the sages weren’t there to bless the consummation. If she files the petition then she’s strengthening Azula’s claim that you gave Katara your first fruits. Mai’s a proud woman. To petition would be admitting you deliberately slighted her by favoring Katara with your first fruits and even though she, your betrothed of several years, was present.”
“Why are you talking about me like I’m not here and why would Mai want to make me her proxy? Proxy in what manner? If this is some Fire Nation duel for Zuko she can have him. I want nothing to do with him.” Katara stated wishing the fabric that tied her hands together were not trapped behind Zuko’s back so she could get off his lap.
“Milady you are very astute,” Mu complimented honestly before taking another swig.
Katara was flabbergasted, “Wait you mean this is about Zuko? I want nothing to do with the ass.”
“Yes, but in the Fire Nation betrothals are consummated just like marriages as a sign of commitment. A man’s first time is viewed as an invaluable treasure as it represents Agni’s promise to his chosen bride,” Mu said quietly before elaborating. “It is said that the eastern most islands of our country were formed by the remains of the first mortal Agni fell in love with. She was the mother of the dragons and he blessed her and her children with fire bending. When she died he gathered her ashes where’d he see her first thing each morning.”
“Unlike the more volcanic islands of the interior, these islands are the richest and most fertile; providing the majority of our crops for the whole nation. Their bounty is a symbol of his undying devotion and commitment to her. Over time he took other mortals and blessed them with gifts as well but she received the first and best of all he had as a symbol of his vow to treasure her above all others. We uphold that belief with the rite of first fruits. Just as Agni shed his light on others a man may stray from his wife, but just as Agni blessed the island that he viewed first, a man blesses his first woman.
“Only children conceived by her can inherit or in Zuko’s case become heir to the throne. Many times there is a great age difference between the parties involved in a marriage arrangement. If that occurs the bride’s family can petition for a proxy to act in lieu of the bride to receive a man’s first so that the bride’s children can inherit so long as she’s a virgin when she comes to their marriage bed. The proxy is often a trusted servant or nurse who has no status, standing or connections beyond that of the bride’s family.”
“So what you’re saying is that Mai wants to use what Zuko did to me for her own benefit?” Katara asked frostily just to be certain of what she thought she was hearing.
Mu nodded weakly.
All of the bottles in the liquor cabinet exploded, several pipes burst and the water beneath boat began to toss about as Katara’s rage caused her to unconsciously bend. “I’ll kill that bitch.”
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