Zutara Week prompt 1: Calor (Spanish for: Heat)
She wasn't, and probably would never be, used to the sun here.
The rising of the light brought squinted eyes and moaning on her part, but for her partner it meant something else entirely. He'd wake as soon as the folds of light shined above the mountains, and he's be out of the room by the time it made its full appearance known.
Today was different. And not the "This isn't anything like the Water Tribe sun," different. The light on her back was scathing and angry. It melted her insides and poured sweat down her back. She was made for ice and snow, so why did it feel so good?
Another wave of icy water rushed towards the man in front of her. He dodged, turning his body as she molded the water to hit him. She bit her lip to hard she tasted blood when her element hardly even soaked his hair.
He fired back with a sharp flame, and she rolled out of the way, landing on her knees and firing several ice shards at him from the puddles behind her. He inhaled, and in the moment that seemed to slow she knew his next move. He thrust his hands forward, taking a knee and placing all his energy into his palms. It only took her a step back to save herself. The cloud of fire moved and shifted before her, and the fire and the waterbender were eye to eye. Steam arose from the sweat on her body and the fire's last moments. She blinked the mist away as her eyes adjusted to the light around her.
Although it hadn't touched her she could feel it. The radiation bouncing off her skin. It seared her and burned the tips of her hair. It made her left eye itch and her nails dig deep into her palms.
He'd never thrown such a flame at her in his life. His power was never like this, not even when he was angry. She wavered in her spot, a pause in the fight lulling her back to the events of the night before.
Had the fight really hurt him this much? Had her words really done this much damage?
She looked at him across the field. He was panting. His chest heaved up and down. The fire still burned at her in her mind. Before she knew it he was pressed against her, brows furrowed and body just as drenched in sweat as her own. His hands sunk into her sticky curls and he brought her forward, open mouth to open mouth, noses brushing and body hurling energy at one another.
The arrogant, stupid, frustrating, cruel, foolish Fire Lord Zuko was kissing her hard and she allowed herself to kiss him back. She could feel the heat of his lips and body on her and for the first time she admitted to herself that being hot wasn't all that bad. His breath burned her lips as they broke apart and she whispered soft apologies into his ear. They breathed together until Katara realized just how warm those clothes wear and how nice it would be to go inside.
