Hey everybody! I haven't posted in a very long time! This is just a little oneshot I came up with while writing a poetry analysis! =)

Summary: The curves of her body, the softness of her skin, and what was that? Jasmine, of course. The scent of jasmine as it wafted over him. Holding her close as he tried to forget everything -

Pairing: Maiko, of course =)

Warnings : None, some of it can be perceived - differently. =)

Spoilers: For the western air temple, and Sozin's comment =) oh, and nightmares and day dreams ;)

Rating: I'll put it as a T.

Enjoy!

It was Zuko's first night in the Western Air temple. He had skipped dinner - Katara's glares had been more then enough, he didn't need the hostile, yet civilised, behaviour of the others. Except the blind girl. She had accepted him almost immediately.

Zuko looked around the room. It was bare, nothing compared to the luxuries of the Fire Nation palace. But it would do. His heavy eyes finally rested on the bed, it was plain but it would also do.

Stripping off his outer shirt Zuko slowly climbed into the bed. Laying down with a sigh, Zuko tried to relax on the semi-hard mattress. Finding a position his body agreed with - he closed his eyes.

Any hope of sleep vanished when a flood of memories came blasting at him. A palace, a father's long wanted love, and Mai. Beautiful stoic Mai. Considering his current position a very prominent memory came to mind. That night, spent on the couch ordering servants around and eating fruit tarts. Playful words shot between them. After an upset involving a war meeting, Zuko didn't want to leave. So he stayed.

Mai's bed was so soft, but nothing compared to her. Mai was sharp, but her body was entirely different.

The curves of her body, the softness of her skin, and what was that? Jasmine, of course. The scent of jasmine as it wafted over him. Holding her close as he tried to forget everything -

Waking with a start, Zuko was not only disappointed with the room, but the lack of Mai beside him. He tried to sleep again, but the tiredness was gone and so was Mai. Though she had never been there in the first place.

Zuko stormed up and flew through the door of his room. His fire bending could always use a little work.

The city was in ruins, he could smell smoke and that awful tightness in his chest reminded him of his recent victory. But somehow, all of this was overridden by the soft scent of, what was that? Jasmine, of course. Jasmine wafted over him.

Zuko sighed as he held her close, the curves of her body, the softness of her skin. Holding her close as he tried to forget everything.

And Zuko fell blissfully asleep.

R&R? =)