Zutara Week: Smug

Happy Zutara Week!



"Zuko!"

Katara's angry voice rang out through the Western Air Temple. Zuko and Aang, who were practicing, dropped their fire and turned around. Katara was stomping toward them with a livid expression on her face.

"Aang, whatever it is that Katara wants, tell her that I'm not here!" Zuko immediately rushed off to the campfire where the other boys were talking.

"Someone hide me. Katara's going to kill me!" Zuko said frantically. He crouched behind The Duke.

Sokka raised an eyebrow with an expression of approval on his face. "Really? Go Katara!" he called behind him where his sister was looking like the next person that she would talk to would be dead meat. Literally.

"Zuko!" Katara marched right up to him and poked him in the chest. "This is the last straw!"

"What did I do?" he asked. Katara, though shorter than him, exuded enough anger and independence that it made him cower.

She started ranting about something that she thought that he had done, but he didn't pay any attention. 'God, she's hot,' he thought, staring down at her livid face.

"...and I don't care if you're son of the firelord, or how hot you look when you're bending --" Katara abruptly stopped and her eyes widened as she slapped a hand over her mouth.

'Oh my God, did she really just say that?' Zuko's mind was reeling, and he noticed that everyone was waiting to see what Zuko would say. So he went with his natural instinct.

"You think I'm hot when I bend?" he asked her, moving closer, his voice low and seductive.

Katara started stammering. "Um, n-no. W-w-what I meant to say was--"

Zuko didn't give her a chance to finish. He closed the space between them, wrapped her in his arms, and pressed his lips against hers.

Katara made a small mumbling sound against his lips, but wound her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe so that she could kiss him better.

The rest of the Gaang was staring with open mouths. Aang should have been green with jealousy, he was staring at Katara in such a way that you could tell that he wished he was Zuko.

Katara pulled away first, and her breathing was ragged. She wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him tight. "I love you, Zuko," she said quietly, turning her head.

Zuko pressed his cheek into Katara's hair. "I've always loved you," he whispered back.

Katara looked up. "Well, you don't have to look so smug just because you kissed me," she said, her voice changing to scolding again.

Zuko laughed. "Oh, yes I do."