"You were so crazy! Seriously Zuko you were pewing at us all the time!" Katara burst into loud laughter, holding her sides and rolling around on the ground. She was seriously plastered having never drunk before. For some reason she kept coming back to calling Zuko crazy and trying to justify her thinking.

"Katara you're drunk." Zuko slurred slightly, trying to take another pull from the bottle of firewhiskey. He was disappointed to find that the bottle was empty. "No more. SO much for drinking away your group's whining." He rolled the empty bottle away, flopping back onto his back.

"Zuko. I'm not drunk. You are. Plus they aren't my group they are our group." Katara used her arms to scoot herself closer to Zuko, poking him in the chest.

Not as intoxicated as Katara, Zuko laughed. He had never seen her let loose so much. Even her hair loopies were out. It was so late it was almost early and she wasn't nagging him to get to sleep as she would have on any normal day.

"No Katara. You really are drunk. Let's get you to bed. Come on." Zuko stood, pulling Katara up with him. He had been drunk with girls enough times to know when enough was enough. The waterbender leaned heavily against Zuko as he pulled her to the hall, unable to walk on her own.

Leaning on the wall just as heavily as Katara was leaning on him, Zuko felt his way down the wall. He quietly dipped into Katara's room and dropped her on her bed. Katara erupted in crazy giggles as he pulled her arms off of him and shushed her.

"Go to sleep Katara." Zuko pushed her back down to the bed. He stroked her bare shoulder with his thumb as she snuggled under the covers. "Good night." Trying not to wake the drunken woman up, he quietly made his way back out.

"Wait." Katara's voice danced through the darkness, stopping Zuko. "Don't leave. It's cold."

Zuko looked back at Katara, confused. He could see her curled up under her blanket, shivering slightly. Glancing into the hallway, Zuko pulled the tattered curtain across the door before moving back to the bed.

"I'm here Katara." Zuko put his hand on Katara's forehead, using his inner heat to warm her. That was perhaps his favorite part of being a firebender. The little flame that danced inside of his chest at all times never let him feel the cold.

Katara sighed happily, snuggling closer to Zuko's warmth. "Lay down." She commanded. Even though she was warmer than before, she wanted to be completely warm.

"What?" Zuko was confused. A week ago she wanted to kill him, not she wanted him in bed with her? He partially hoped it was just the whiskey. It was hard to ignore the tiny bit of him wanting to curl up next to her and hold her close.

"Lay down. Please. You're so warm." Katara's hand grabbed Zuko's wrist, pulling his hand down over her cheek. She sighed in happiness as her cheek warmed.

Sighing, the banished prince climbed over Katara and lay between her and the wall. She pushed herself closer to him so they were back to front. Zuko wasn't sure what to think at this point. Sokka would kill him if he ever found out about this.

"Zuko. I've got a secret I should tell you." Katara still slurred her words a bit, nearing sleep.

"What is it Katara." Zuko gently whispered in her ear, careful not to let the light stubble on his chin scratch her.

"I always liked you Zuko. More than I ever should have. Everything about you is all fire and passion. You're very attractive and so warm. Aang has never looked at me with fire in his eyes. Watching you bend is amazing. You're so graceful and strong. I wish I could bend just like you."

Zuko stiffened. Of everything she could have said, that was the last thing he expected. The words were mumbled and took a long time to get out, but the intention was clear; Katara had been carrying around a flame of her own for Zuko.

"Good night Zuko." Katara yawned once, snuggling closer to the fire prince's chest. She dropped off to sleep almost immediately afterwards, his warmth lulling her to dreams.

"Good night Katara." Zuko mumbled back. He decided to ignore what she had said and deal with it in the morning. For now, he was exhausted.