This is a really short Zutara fanfic. It was originally going to be a oneshot, but I want to continue it. I came up with this while I was coming home from New Hampshire with my family, and my dad was playing the 70s channel on his Sirius radio and Dancing in the Moonlight came on and I was inspired.
Katara watched the moon rise up in the starry night sky. It was nearly full tonight. Thank you, Yue, so much for your great sacrifice. She said in her mind. She listened to the sounds around her: Sokka and Appa snoring, Aang and Momo shifting around on the place on the ground, Toph moving around in her tent, and the soft sound a brook near by.
Watching the moon rise always made Katara itch to waterbend. She was getting that itch right now. She crawled out of her sleeping bag and walked out of the camp to a grove where a brook ran into a small pond.
When she got to the grove, she stripped down to her white underclothes seeing as it was a warm summer night and she didn't want to get her normal clothing wet. She took a stance and started warming up by doing simple moves. She continued to warm up until she heard a rustle in the bushes behind her. Thinking it was Momo following her, and continued waterbending, only this time doing a bit more challenging moves.
About a half and hour later, the moonlight had light up the whole grove. By now Katara was done practicing and was just messing around, by walking, more like dancing in the moonlight, with two water snakes. She was so occupied with her dancing she didn't hear someone walk into the grove. That is until someone took her hands, which made her drop her water snakes.
This figure, clad in black, was dancing with her. She glanced up and saw a white and blue mask. Briefly, in her mind, she saw a wall of wanted posters and a man in that mask was on one of the posters. The Blue Spirit. She recalled from reading the poster. But, shocking herself, she admitted to herself, she wasn't afraid of him.
They danced in the moonlight, to the music playing in their heads, for a bit. One of the dances that Katara loved was the Tango. Sure he danced it differently then her, but it was almost the same. When Katara got a bit tired, she broke away from the masked man, and went to go sit down against a tree near the pond.
When she sat down, she drew a small amount of water from the pond. She started to bend it into different shapes and forms while the Spirit came and sat next to her, memorized by the graceful bending.
After turning the water into snow for the third time, she bended the water back into the pond. She turned to look at the Blue Spirit. I need to know who's under that mask. She told herself. She reached out and took the sides of the mask. Much to her surprise, he didn't stop her.
She lifted the mask up to his nose, and placed a quick kiss on his lips. She raised the mask over his head and placed it down beside her. She looked into the man's eyes and saw gold. They were the same gold eyes that had started evilly at her friend, Aang. There was that scar that she had wondered about at night.
It was Zuko. Zuko with a different hairstyle, but it was the same Zuko. She gasped. "You...but...but..." She stuttered.
She scrambled up and ran to get her clothes as he stood up. She ran up the path she had taken to get to the grove. She stopped half way and dropped her clothes. She turned around on her heel and ran back to the grove, only to find Zuko standing there, mask in hand, looking up the path.
She ran into his arms and kissed him passionately. She snaked her arms around his neck while he snaked his arms around her small waist. She parted from his lips and took a deep breath. He pulled her back into a hug.
"Our dance in the moonlight will be our little secret, okay?" He whispered into her ear.
"Okay. Until we meet again, under the moonlight." She whispered back as she broke away and ran back up the path.