A/N: This is my first Zutara Week and my first fanfiction ever. So I would appreciate helpful comments!:) And if it isn't clear, this story takes place during the gaang's stay at Ember Island.
Calor
"No," Katara said firmly, as she backed away from the kitchen. "No way am I sticking that in my mouth. I'll lose all my tastebuds and never be able to eat stewed seaprunes, or lychee nuts, anything else ever again. How will I know if the meals I prepare for you guys are up to par, huh? I could end up killing you all because I didn't know the food tasted so rotten! Ever thought of that?"
"Chillax, Katara. They aren't even that bad. Slight burning sensation as you swallow, but it goes away fairly quickly!"
"Pssh, Twinkletoes, it doesn't burn at all! I don't get what the fuss is about."
"Toph, just because you have 'nerves of steel'…. Anyway, c'mon sis, try one. Please? For your bro?"
Katara adamantly shook her head and squeezed her lips together as she continued to back away.
"Fine, Katara," Zuko sighed. "You don't have to try one. Although I appreciate your consideration…"
Before anyone knew what was happening, Zuko dashed across the kitchen to Katara and quickly pressed his lips on hers, successfully loosening them. Just as quickly, he broke the kiss and stepped back slightly, psyching himself up for the onslaught.
"ZUKO! WHAT WAS – " Katara was promptly cut off as Zuko swiftly stuck a fireflake in her open mouth.
Everyone watched, with varied expressions, ranging from snickers to smugness to shock, as Katara slowly swallowed the chip.
"Well?" Zuko questioned, barely containing his smug smile. "How was it?"
Katara took a minute to gather her thoughts from Zuko's unexpected kiss. It was a creative way to make me eat that fireflake, I must admit. She wasn't sure if the question was referring to the kiss or the chip, and decided to go under the reasonable assumption of the chip. "It was… um… hot…." Do to Toph's loud guffawing in the background, Katara realized she assumed wrong, yet still answered the question, but in a completely mortifying, yet slightly true, way.