I honestly could not believe it.
…
…
Zuko and Sokka were… buddies…?
Aang and I had severely
sworn that Ozai and Azula would throw us a tea party in Gran-Gran's
igloo before those two would so much as spend a day without making me
heal at least one minor injury.
We had mocked the idea of them
getting along, yet here they were: sharpening weapons and talking
rapidly in hushed tones.
"How do you think it
happened?" Aang inquired.
I shrugged, "I asked Zuko to be nice
for once."
Silence met me and I turned. His grey eyes were wide
open, very much like his mouth.
"And he listened? What did you
do to him?"
I smiled as Sokka excused himself to go
"hunting" with Suki.
"Watch," I murmured as I made my way to the firebender.
"Hey, Zuko?" He
glanced up at me suspiciously before hissing a hushed 'What?'
"Could you help me do the laundry today?" I asked in my best
sugary voice.
"No." He went back to his broadsword. I sat
down next to him and hooked my index finger under his chin. He
turned his head to me, golden eyes full to the brim with dread.
I
kissed him softly, ignoring Aang's multiple gasps when the prince
responded with intensifying passion. I pulled away.
"Please?"
He
growled and kissed my cheek, "Dammit, woman…"
He stood up
and carried the laundry basket to the river.
"You see, Aang? There's nothing to it."