"Katara? Where'd my favorite sash go?" Zuko yelled from the depths of his closet.
"It's where you left it," came the reply right behind him.
"And that would be, where? Come on sweetheart, I have a very important meeting soon!" Zuko said, desperate.
"Relax, dear, it's right here," responded Katara calmly, handing the sash to her husband. "Now, don't forget to listen to the Fire Lord, and play nice with the other children-I mean ministers..."
"Very funny. And I AM the Fire Lord, I can do whatever I want," boasted Zuko.
"Well, if you're the Fire Lord, and we're married, that would have to make me the Fire Lady. Since the two go hand-in-hand, I'd have to assume I can do whatever I want, as well," Katara said, grabbing the front of Zuko's robes and pulling him closer.
"Katara..." Zuko said, trying to resist temptation. This meeting, though boring, was important, and he needed to be there.
"Kiss me first," whispered Katara smoothly.
"Well, alright, if you insist..." He didn't finish. Katara's mouth was on his, effectively silencing him.
Pulling away slowly, Katara murmured, "Have fun at your meeting." She spun quickly and raced into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a bang.
"This is gonna be one hell-of-a-long meeting," sighed Zuko. With that, he tied the sash around his waist and walked out of the royal chambers, reluctant to start the day.