Some free verse drabble that takes place sometime after The Ember Island Players Katara/Zuko. Based off this picture angelwingkitsune(dot) deviantart (dot) com(forward slash) # (forward slash) d4yirio
How did they end up here, like this?
Who was it that had decided this was a good idea?
Why was swimming in a cave pool such an important thing to do?
And why was kissing in it an even better one?
She's not sure who initiated it,
He's not sure it's really happening.
It's not like either of them are officially attached.
It's not like either of them aren't wanted.
Their clothes weigh heavy on their frames.
His are too big,
Hers are too small.
He knew he wouldn't be going back home any time soon.
She never thought she'd be away from home so long.
Her arms are around his neck.
His arms are around her waist.
They pull each other closer.
They press their bodies firmer.
There is no time for this.
They should be training.
They should be teaching.
He's bad at being good.
Her good hides a bad streak.
They are both high ranking.
They have both had wanted posters in their name.
Now it is a different kind of wanted.
Now it is the kind of wanted that does not lead to a change of clothes.
It is the kind of wanted that leads to the loss of clothes.
The kiss breaks.
The break lasts.
They are both short on breath.
They are both flushed in places they aren't usually.
"What." She asks. "Was that?"
He rests his forehead against hers.
"You tell me."
She doesn't know how to answer.
He doesn't know what to say.
Maybe it's all been said anyways.
Maybe it should be said out loud.
Maybe that play wasn't completely wrong.