Taste
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Rated: K
No. 65
AN: I've had this idea for quite some time and never the opportunity to use it.
Special shout out to AnnaAza, who has thus far reviewed every single story of mine. : ) Thank you!
Stars glistened gloriously over their heads as embers climbed up from the burning fire to meet with the white pricks of light. It was a warm night and Sokka, Aang and Toph had headed into town to look for new weapons for the Water Tribe Boy. The others had gone along to keep him safe (well, and partly for their own amusement) and Katara had offered to stay behind and watch over the camp. Zuko said the same thing. (Although really he just wanted to keep her company.)
The two of them now sat by the fire while enjoying the remnants of their meal. Sometimes they would start a conversation, but it never really got far. Neither of them minded much; it was just nice to sit there and enjoy each other's company. The peaceful night didn't need words.
At least such was the case until Zuko noticed something.
"Katara…" he said from his seat at her side. "You've got a little…" he motioned at her face where she had some of the cream pie they were sharing on her features. She reached up to the indicated spot and scrubbed at it.
"Did I get it?" she asked as she looked at him again. The smear of cream remained on her lip.
"Uhh not quite," he replied and leaned in. "It's right…" he leaned in further. Their faces were almost touching. Zuko saw Katara's cheeks flush with his sudden closeness, but he didn't pause.
Without hesitation he licked the cream off of her upper lip.
Mm… cream pie.
"Zuko!" she squeaked, and he smiled. "What did you do that for?" He shrugged as if it were no big deal.
"My hands had pie in them." He said as he busied himself with eating the last of the pie. For a few moments following that statement there was nothing but the snapping of wood in the fire. Then…
"Katara?"
"Hmm?" He leaned in close again. She didn't move away. "I missed a spot…" and this time his tongue didn't find her skin. His lips found hers.