The Magic Of Music
A short Jetara Drabble
"Jet!" A voice yelled, echoing around the magnificent golden reception chamber. A 16 year old boy froze at the sound. Busted.
"Y-yes Kat?" The Freedom Fighter asked.
"Don't Kat me. I know you stole my ipod. Toph told me!" The voice called again, sounding closer. Jet cringed, curse that damn Earthbender.
"Answer me! And do not call me Kat! I'm Katara goddammit, Katara! And I will not hesitate to kick your nasty spoiled Freedom Fighter ass if you don't return my ipod right now!"
"Okay Katie!" Jet called, taking the small electronic gadget from his pocket. As soon as the words left his mouth, Katara entered the room.
"BASTARD!" She yelled, her blue eyes flashing. Instantly, the room was filled with tiny droplets and long whips of water began attacking Jet as the girl unleashed her fury on the poor boy. Water tore at his face and clothes, throwing him back with their force.
"Katara! Please...!" He said, covering his face with his arm to try and stop the waters from scratching his face.
"Please what?" Katara asked playfully, playing with him now, tossing his slim body around the room.
"PLEASE! STOP IT! I STILL HAVE YOUR IPOD YOU KNOW!"
"Good point." Katara said, letting him down.
"Now, I'll let you have this on one condition." Jet said, standing up and showing her the ipod.
"Oh? And what is that?" She asked mockingly, stirring the water a little once again.
"Give me back my dignity." Jet laughed, tossing her the ipod.
"You never had any, loser." Katara said, catching it.
"How do you work that thing anyway?" Jet asked, ignoring the comment and brushing himself off, even though his clothes were now a lost cause.
"Easy..." Katara pulled him closer, and put an earphone on him.
She showed him the works in less than 2 minutes. And Jet, being the genius he is, caught on very quickly.
"I see...so you basically listen to music?" Jet asked.
"Yep." Katara said, playing 'Why Can't I' by Liz Phar, her favorite song.
"Hmm..." Jet said. Katara, getting bored, quickly began walking away. The Freedom Fighter however, was not so keen on having his companion leave him. He quickly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back to him.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING PERVO?!" Katara yelled in his face.
"I'm not a pervert. That's Aang." Jet defended himself. Katara couldn't help but agree. The Avatar was quite a lady lover.
"Fine, that is true. But please let go of me. Better yet, I'll make you." She said, using her bending to carry herself away from him.
And then she walked away. On the way out, she passed Zuko, looking all smug and mighty. He smirked at her when she passed. The jerk. Katara decided to voice this comment.
"Jerk." She said. He looked almost shocked at her comment for a split second. He quickly recovered though.
"What did you call me?" He asked her retreating figure. She turned around to reply.
"I called you a jerk. Jerk's not a bad word." She said half-innocently.
"Well, you're a bitch. Bitch isn't a bad word." He retorted.
"Yes it is." She rolled her eyes and walked away as he fumed.
"Well, SO?!" He asked, desperately.
"You suck man." Katara said, disappearing into another room.
"Hello there dear." A familiar voice said as she walked in.
"Jet," She started, turning around. She jumped when she saw he was so close to her. Inches in fact. His breath was hot and blew across her face. He was a little taller than her, so she had to look up slightly to stare into his eyes. She lost herself in them as she felt her hands becoming intwined with his...
"Yes?" He asked all sexily. His breath felt so warm and comforting on her skin.
"What are you doing?" She asked softly, she was out of breath all of a sudden. She was staring at his lips now...so graceful when they moved...
"Do you want me to stop?" Jet asked.
She thought for a moment...
"No." She said. He smirked.
And then he kissed her.