Disclaimer: heflo owns nothing but the right to laugh at the hilarity of what's happening as she writes everything up. Seriously, people, I'm having more fun writing than some of you may be having reading! :3

Day three…

Other various things happened after that. The accidental rip in his pants, the clumsy collision with the door way, ink spilling all over her as he had tripped, the air conditioner breaking all together…Oh. And the water heater was out too. What did that mean for them? Literally, she could see her breath in every room. Finally, Zuko admitted to being cold.

There was nothing they could do.

They were still trapped.

Katara didn't blush anymore as they huddled together for warmth. He blew on his tea, watching her sew his unbelievably soft pants. She had to force herself to keep her eyes on her work. Zuko in his underwear made her lusty like she couldn't believe. And she wasn't ashamed anymore at the thought. So what if she found him attractive? She'd be worried if she hadn't, truth be known.

"How about a game of Pai Sho after you're done? I don't think we don't that before." He suggested.

"You? Playing a game of Pai Sho?" She glanced up. "Wow, it really has come to desperate measures for you to say that."

He frowned, lips twitching as he finished off his cup, placing it down on the table with a soft thud. Within seconds, he'd gone from a relaxed state to scowling. That was just Zuko for you. In fact, she enjoyed toying with him. If it hadn't been for Aang, she'd purposely be trying to piss him off. Hot and bothered suited him. Steaming—her goal for the moment—helped heat the frigid room. It was amazing how much more heat she could get out of him when he was angry. Or annoyed. Or embarrassed…

With nimble hands, she worked quickly, closing the torn hemline with neat stitches, remembering back to a time she'd struggled to make passable needlepoint. She'd had practice since then. Lots and lots of practice.

It was odd, though, the way the rip had just happened. He'd been bending over and the side of the black pants just…opened. Yeah, they were snug on the firebender, but shouldn't they have ripped in the seat or something? The gap started from the waist and ended all the way down. Alright, so it was more of a split, but honestly! It was like the entire stitching had disappeared, leaving her with an entire side of legging to redo.

"If you still want to, we could play a game, Zuko." Katara proposed.

"I won't go easy on you." He smirked smugly to himself, crossing his arms over his bare chest. And he wouldn't. He'd show her everything his uncle had made him suffer through all those tedious years. Stupid Pai Sho. He'd been forced through hours of it before he even started getting how to play.

She expertly raised an eyebrow, looking up from her needlework. She didn't have much to go now. Just the last few inches, and she could tie a knot. She looked around for the scissors, and nodded when Zuko placed them on the table.

"Just like you weren't going to go easy on me with cards? Hah! That's a good one, Hot head." He had no come back. What a sight it made though—her grinning like a sly cat at the Fire Lord, and him shaking his head. You'd think she'd just cheated him out of his pants.

Whoops. He wasn't wearing any.

Once she finished, she handed the pants back. Simply standing up, he put them back on. Eyes veiled through thick lashes, she appreciatively smiled to herself. If this wasn't forced upon her, she might have taken in this whole situation as a dream come true. Maybe this whole thing was meant to be. Maybe being alone with Zuko…wasn't so bad.

Whew. I walked for hours yesterday. I spent the weekend with a friend, and we had loads of fun. But just as we got back from walking/jogging several miles, she realized she forgot her expensive hair clips over in this HUGE park. This park is a wildlife reserve. It's part swamp too. With these nasty little buggers most people are familair with. Mosquitoes. My God, they seem to flock to me even in a group of fifty or more. It's like they were waiting for me! Anyway, then the next day, we spent a good portion of the morning combing the park for them. (They were her good luck hairclips, people. You'd have to understand what these sentimental hair orniments mean to her.) Well anyway...she eventually realized she'd left them in her jeans pocket. So, yeah... I walked several miles aimlessly serching for something that wasn't even withen five miles of this park.

Ah. I'm exaushted and ready for true freedom. I'm counting the days until I never have to see or deal with my parents again! *sigh* (I still can't spell worth a damn. I apologize yet again.) ~heflo