Katara nervously looked around at the dancing couples. A party was being held for Aang's victory over the firenation and Aang had insisted the entire group was there. Unfortunately for Katara, she couldn't dance, making such occasions rather awkward.
Glancing around the room, she spotted Sokka dancing with one of the many noble women who'd attended the party. Even Toph was dancing with someone, though she didn't look nearly as pleased as Sokka.
A light tap on her shoulder caused Katara to jump. She quickly turned around, seeing Zuko standing behind her.
"What is it?" She asked, relaxing a bit. She was sure he wouldn't ask her to dance. He probably just wanted someone to talk to.
"Do you wanna dance?" He asked, holding out his hand.
Wait, what?
"Oh… It's really nice of you to ask, but no thank-you," Katara responded, reciting the simple phrase for the tenth time. Why did so many people want to dance with her, anyway?
Zuko crossed his arms, saying, "Okay, something's wrong."
"What? No!" Katara immediately said. "Everything's fine!"
"You've turned down every person who's asked you to dance so far. Either you don't like anyone here, or something's wrong."
"Well, you see, -- Wait. You watched me turn everyone down? What, are you stalking me or something?" Katara asked, slightly annoyed. Why should he care whom she did and didn't dance with?
"Just answer the question."
"Fine! I can't dance!" She yelled, frustrated by his prying. She crossed her arms and turned so her back faced him.
Zuko smirked and said, "Alright, I'll teach you."
"What? No, please, I'm fine!" Katara sputtered as Zuko pushed her onto the dance floor.
Stopping, Zuko turned Katara to face him. He took both her hands and placed them on his shoulders, resting his own her waist. He leaned forward, and began to slowly whisper the dance steps in her ear. She tried following his instructions, but mostly ended up stumbling and stepping on his feet. Hissing in pain, Zuko didn't understand how someone who bended so gracefully could dance so clumsily. Then, he had an idea.
"Okay, try not to think of it as dancing," Zuko suggested, fixing the placement of Katara's hands. "Think of each step as a bending stance."
Katara nodded, embarrassed by her ineptness. Determined not to mess up, she carefully listened as he explained each 'stance' of the dance. She may not have been dancing with him for very long, but she could tell he knew what he was doing, and she didn't want to embarrass herself again.
After a few minutes of slowly being guided through the dance, Katara finally felt more comfortable. She wasn't dancing as well as the other people in the room, but at least she wasn't crushing Zuko feet anymore.
Zuko smiled and said, "See, I told you I could teach you."
"Yeah, I guess you did a pretty good job," Katara agreed, smiling as well.
Author's Notes: Hmmm, Not sure how happy I am with this. I don't really like the ending. Oh well, I did my best.
Anyway, this is the start of a drabble fic. No, there is not a plotline or any connection between the fics. There will probably be a lot of Zutara, though.
Disclaimer: Avatar is not mine. I don't own it's creators, either.
