The Top of the Food Chain
There it was. He'd spotted his prey, standing across the expanse of grasses by the river, a member of the herd left at the watering hold. Eyes narrowed, he crept forward with practiced ease, carefully, carefully, so as not to crack a twig underneath the ball of his foot. All senses alert, he got closer and closer. An animal cry (or was it a hummed tune?) reach his ears and he knew he had almost reached his goal.
However! Without warning, the prey spun around, leaving Zuko to hide in the bushes in a panic. One minute, two minutes, three. When he was convinced he was no longer under surveillance, he took a few running steps and…!
Katara was not impressed. Dropping her laundry in the basket and grabbing his hand (he had thrown his arms around her neck in a fit of predatory instinct), she managed a pained smile. "Zuko, if you have games to play, you can occupy yourself with the village children."
His arms would not budge. "C'mon," He breathed into her ear. "We can play now."
The blue eyed girl muttered something about perverts. "No, Zuko."
Zuko frowned. Was it worth it? He supposed it might be. And so, throwing all dignity to the wind, his face melted into a picture of pity. "Please?"
Katara sighed, and Zuko sensed the kill (win?). With his hopes on edge, he involuntarily leaned in closer.
"Okay," She relented. "Fine."
Zuko's inner mind gave a delighted squeak as he turned his head to nuzzle her neck, fingers having already weaved around her waist.
"Hold it!" She snatched up a wandering hand. "I didn't say right now!"
"…What?!"
"Wait 'till tonight, Zuzu." Katara gave his hands back to his, and he threw them up into the air in frustration.
"What?!"
"You heard me."
His forehead met his palm and he exhaled in a hiss. "You know you have an advantage over me at night!"
Katara turned a sly smile up at him. "Why, what ever do you mean, Zuko?"
Zuko folded his arms, glowering something awful. "You know what I mean."
She looked too smug for her own good, really. "Take it or leave it, Zuko." And on that note, she hefted the basket of clothing and walked into the poetic distance, leaving Zuko to stew.
"You suck when you top anyway!" he shouted before she got out of earshot.
He still couldn't keep the smirk from his face. The hunter will always get what he came for, and Katara was about to learn how much endurance Zuko held.
And tonight, in all honesty, was not sounding too awfully terrible.
A/N: It is an age-old battle, and I can only imagine the attacks Zuko's manliness is withstanding... or not withstanding. Have at it as you will. I have no idea when this drabble takes place. (also, I hope the pun in the title does not go unnoticed.)
