Hey guys, sorry I haven't written in forever. My laptop broke down and died. And I found Doctor Who. So, one bad thing and one good thing. Anyway, away with the drabble. Inspired by a little experience I had this weekend.

ZZ

"Okay, when you take the exit, you're going to stay on the left, because it'll fork. At the light, you'll take a left. When you get over the bridge, the bridge will fork, take the right."

"Is that it?"

"Yeah, it's kind of complicated, so I thought I would stay on the phone with you while you did it."

"I'm perfectly capable of making that by myself."

"Oh, okay."

"If I need your assistance, I'll call you back."

"Okay, see you soon."

"See you." Katara hung up the phone and continued driving. She exited the freeway and followed Zuko's instructions, entering the gas station parking lot they had agreed to meet at. When she parked her car, she texted him, telling him she was there.

He appeared at her car a moment later.

"Hey,"

"Hey."

They hadn't seen each other in two years. She quickly crossed the five feet between them and hugged him tight, her head level with his chest. He responded by pulling her close, sniffing her hair.

"I live 15-20 minutes northwest of here. I'll drive my car over here so you can see it and follow."

"Kay."

Z

20 minutes later they pulled up to his apartment. After a quick tour, they popped in a movie and sat on the couch. Zuko kept offering Katara refreshments – cheesecake, soda, water – but Katara, nervous, kept declining and biting her lip. Zuko couldn't help staring her teeth against her luscious lower lip, he had tasted that lip and knew of its addictive taste, a taste he desperately wanted to relive.

As the movie progressed, the young adults chatted back and forth. Different things they had forgotten to mention or ask during their timid first text messages in over two years. Zuko's dog kept licking Katara, further her further away from the edge of the couch and closer to Zuko.

He could tell she was nervous. It was in the way she hugged her knees, kept looking at her phone, kept chewing on her lower lip. It was the way she would glance away when he tried staring into her eyes. Zuko knew she felt the tension between them, the air around them charged with the tension of forbidden actions and ignored questions.

"I've missed the way you smell," he said quietly.

She looked down at his dog and didn't respond.

She moved slightly closer, rubbing her arm against his shoulder. He wanted to pull her into an embrace.

He didn't.

When the movie ended, they walked to the door. As she put her shoes back on, they chatted. As he put his on, she waited leaning against the door. He looked down at her, slightly between him and a door, her lower lip between her teeth. She was looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes.

Agni, he would lose it right there if he didn't kiss her.

"I want a kiss," he murmured.

"Why?"

"Because it's been awhile."

They were silent. She stared straight into his eyes, chewing her lower lip. He glanced at her perfect mouth and nearly groaned.

"Well?" she breathed.

"Can I have one?"

More silence, but the pause was shorter this time.

"Yeah."

He placed a hand above her head on the wall and leaned his face down to hers, his lips touching hers lightly, once, twice, thrice, four times. Each time he grew bolder, rubbing his nose along the length of hers, pulling at her lower lip with hers. It was all he could not to run his tongue along it, to relive the taste of it.

He pulled away and looked down at her again, she looked a little dazed.

"That was three."

"I thought it was four."

"Still more than one."

He nodded, she was right after all.

He walked her to her car.

"I'll lead you back to the freeway."

"Kay."

She pulled him into a hug, one longer than the last. He held her tight and breathed her scent in again; afraid he wouldn't get another chance to for a while.

And when she released him and looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, he lowered his face to hers again and kissed her twice more. He leaned his forehead against hers and heard her sharp intake of breath.

"Are you okay?"

"…yeah. You?"

"Yeah," he responded.

But neither of them were. Their heads were spinning, they were trying to keep control. They were supposed to be friends. Kissing wasn't friendship, kissing was dangerous.

"Come back soon," he said.

She nodded.

ZZZ

Yeah, that happened. Remember, these drabbles are not necessarily connected. In the previous drabble, they got together, but in this one, they are just friends. Or, they're at least trying to be. I'll try to update more frequently now that I have a new laptop. =)