Okay, I'm going to keep it short. Well, everything is short. My friend and I were playing with promts, and the word he came up with inspired this. Enjoy.

Oh, and for the record, the title of this is the name of a song by Anberlin, one I like very much, and I have it because there's a line from the song in here.


Lips that needed no introduction, entangled in a furious embrace that was never still for a second. The two lovers sat kissing in a dark alley of a dusty city, the sounds of the nightlife reaching neither of their ears. Likewise, neither of them felt the windy chill of January, though both of them would have preferred to be indoors. Their unrequited love was forbidden, however, born enemies yet Fate had managed to bring them together.

"You're a funny girl," he whispered between kisses, "making out with someone you barely know."

She pushed him away momentarily, licking her lips with a dubious expression. "Oh? I think I know all I need to know about you. You've got royal blood in you, you bend fire, and you looked absolutely hideous with that topknot before." She finished with a playful smile and went in to kiss him again, but he pulled away.

"What are you talking about? That topknot was a traditional updo that every heir to the Fire Nation throne has worn up until they ascend to their lordship. How can you say something like that about it?"

She chuckled and brushed a stray piece of her own hair out of her eyes. "Two reasons: it was ugly, and you knew since they day you were banished you were never going to regain your right to the throne."

He sighed in defeat, knowing her intelligence was one of the reasons she was so appealing to him. "You're right. I'm quite glad I got rid of it, too."

"Good. Now, where were we?" She smiled coquettishly and leaned in to kiss her lover again, and again he pulled away. Concern showed in her ultramarine eyes, fearing she had done something wrong to anger him. "What is it this time? Have I done something wrong?"

"No," he replied simply, and his grin dittoed her previous one, making her wonder to herself what he had eaten for dinner. "There's still one thing you don't know about me that I'm surprised you haven't found out already."

"And what would that be, dear? That you are secretly a professional sushi chef and you've been letting me cook all this time to cover up for it?" She was starting to get frustrated with him, and her irritation increased even more when he guffawed, tears streaming from his eyes. Maybe it was something in the food. Or he mixed his drink with something while I wasn't looking..

"I'm not laughing at you," he clarified once he composed himself enough to speak. "It's just that you're very close. Do you know what I'm majoring in at Ba Sing Se University?"

She hesitated, thinking her words and options carefully. "Gourmet cuisine?"

"Melonology."


woo, didn't see that coming, did you? Incase you were wondering, 'melonology' was the prompt. And yes, it is the study of melons.

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-c.mo