disclaimer: If I owned ATLA... I wouldn't be writingfanfiction, now would I?
Kiss Me Tender:
Katara purposefully ignored Zuko, distracting herself with gathering the food and cooking their meal. He took no notice, teaching Aang a few basics of fire-bending and sparring with Sokka. She walked right passed him when she was handing out their meals, giving one to Aang and Sokka with a smile and settling down against a tree with her own bowl.
He took no heed to her unawareness, seemingly wrapped up in his thoughts. He ladled a bowl for himself, never once uttering a word of delight or thank you. That night, Katara lay in her sleeping bag, the fire smoldering.
She turned her back on the glowing embers, so like Zuko's eyes. He was sitting against Appa, facing her back, but studying the shadows in the forest. Katara closed her eyes, tears slipping silently down her face. She heard him fidget a bit, but took no mind, trying to dry the tears that accumulated in her eyes.
The next thing she knew, Zuko had welcomed himself into her sleeping bag, pulling her into his embrace. Her back rested flush against his solid chest. He rested his head in the nook between her neck and shoulder, gently wiping away the tears.
'You're not very good at acting aloof.' He whispered, kissing her neck tenderly.
and there you have the second installment of What She Really Means... a bit angsty(for lack of better words), it's starting to turn to, huh? well, happiness to come!