I love ember island... maybe a little too much... its the PERFECT zutara setting for a lot o shit! So here's another ff, taking place in my fave zutara place! Wo0t!

I Do Not Hook Up

She was drunk. And he was just as bad; the bottle of wine resting in the palm of his hand. They were alone in the house on Ember Island, the others all taking a fly on Appa... just to see if there was any possible threat. She was always up for a little fun, and when she found the ancient bottle stowed away in one of the kitchen cupboards she knew she had found her fun. There was just something dark about being drunk that she had secretly always wanted to experience. Wrapping her fingers around the bottle, she pulled it out of his hand and raised it to her own lips. "We'd better crash..." she said, sitting the bottle on the end table. He looked up at her, eyes red and tired. "Come on!" She grasped his hand and pulled him off the couch, giggling. She dragged him down the hallway, stopping occasionally to look at pictures on the wall. "So, that's your family?" She asked, looking at an old family portrait.

"Yeah," he answered.

"They look normal. Well all except for that one..." she pointed to a small boy kneeling in front of his mother. "He doesn't look... right."

"I think that's me."

"You sure... he doesn't have the... the...thinggy...the.. this!" Her hand found its way to the left side of his face. "I thought you didn't like it when people touched your face..." Katara slurred, looking up at him.

"Not them...I like it when you touch my face," he whispered, partly to himself.

"Hmmmm..." She pursed her lips, deep in thought. Her eyes scanned over him quickly, then, she stood on her toes and kissed his lips. Before he could kiss her back, her lips were gone, but he quickly found them again, crashing his mouth onto her's violently. He felt her arms around his neck, and snaked his own around her waist. She pulled away from him softly, resting her head on his chest. Suddenly she jerked away from him. "You kissed me!" she shrieked, slapping him sharply. "Jerk! You got me drunk and kissed me! I don't like you."

"But... but...you... and then you... but I just... and you... you kissed me!" He spluttered drunkenly, reaching his hand up to his stinging face.

"Yeah, but, you kissed me back... that wasn't my fault!" Her eyes narrowed angrily.

"You liked it."

"...So?"

Hehe! I love drunken!zutara. They are so much fun to write. :D

~She-Poe