Zuko remembered back to when the first feelings for each other had come up, it had been after his final battle with Azula shooting him full of lightening, Katara had half helped half dragged him up the steps of the palace and to his old chambers. The bedroom was garish, and dark, though the pair did not notice the improvements Azula had made to her new palace, in the week proceeding Sozin's comet.
"Just a little farther Zuko," Katara urged her healer sensibilities had taken over, and she was focused on more thoroughly healing him, he hadn't lost consciousness, yet.
Zuko slumped onto the bed face first, Katara trying to push the boy onto his back, grudgingly Zuko's form rolled over, Katara circled around to the left side of the bed, crawling over to him. With a moments hesitations, she untied his tunic, and slashed open his undershirt with a stream of bended water issuing from her water pouch. The water that had issued forth twisted around her hand, the water blazing into a glimmering glow before his eyes as if the water was burning like fire.
"Zuko," she murmured more to herself, then the half conscious Zuko, as she placed her hand on his solar plexus. She could feel the sparks of electricity still raging in the vicinity it had passed, "it's a good thing it didn't travel through your body any higher." And as she said that she noticed that the leftover lightning seemed to be attracted to the water on her hand.
"Like through my heart," he said softly.
"Yeah," she said, she moved her hand the right side of Zuko's torso feeling the tingle of electricity follow her glowing hand, "extended your right arm."
"What, why?" he said suddenly defiantly.
"Just do it," he obliged her. Carefully she led her hand up the side of his body, up his arm (which was very toned she noticed) past elbow and wrist until her hand rested on his. Sparks danced out of his fingers, a shiver sprinted down his spine, a tingling feeling washed over his entire body, and just before Katara removed her hand, which lingering only momentarily on Zuko's as the glowing water glove faded, there was a barely perceptible seraphim of sexuality between the two of them before dissipating rapidly as he sunk into unconsciousness.
Katara let out a sigh, slumping onto the adjacent side of the bed, she thought aloud, addressing the maroon canopy above her. "Why did Azula attack me instead of Zuko? What was it that compelled her, what was it that she saw, how did she know, Why did Zuko even need me to accompany him here, why pick me. Zuko, I don't understand. Why me Zuko?" her mind was abuzz with new thoughts and feelings, stress and emotion overwhelmed her and she slipped into a restless sleep.
