A/N: Just a cute little fic. I've always imagined Katara and Zuko to be a couple in constant motion. Even their character development moves gracefully in the same direction. This is just a humorous manifestation of that.
The Dance
Oh yeah. He was wrapped. And not just up in the loose-flowing sleeves of her dress, that tangled around his waist as they swirled around the dance floor, a blue-red wave of motion. No, he was wrapped around everything and anything she wanted.
And worst, he didn't mind.
"How many silly dances are you going to make me come to," she sighed, stepping gracefully into a spin. Zuko pulled her close to his chest, his hand slipping into her lower back as the warmth from their bodies melted together.
"Until you agree to be Fire Lady and make me stop."
He smirked down at her, and she pursed her lips.
She thought he was kidding.
She assumed too much.
"If you want me to be fire lady so much," she teased back. "Then prove it."
"How?"
The waltz grew more heated as they dodged other, equally vibrant couples.
"If you're going to court me, it has to be something special. After all, who ever heard of a waterbending fire queen?"
"You'd be the first."
He couldn't look away from those wide, blue eyes. He needed something to really knock her off her feet. Something that she wouldn't-no one would- expect.
"You're just too bashful, Zuko," she teased gently. "You're socially awkward, it keeps you from doing anything-"
In one fluid movement, Zuko swung her down, brought her head up to his, and kissed her hard in the middle of the dance floor, with everyone there to see. He didn't pull away for air. He didn't want to. But eventually, he knew she would, when she could no longer stand the burning growing in their lungs and cheeks.
Only one thought could echo in his mind at the appalled gasps lighting around the ballroom.
How unexpected.
o-o-o
R&R, please.