No Touchy
Mai loved baths. She loved the hot water, the steam in the air. She loved getting undressed and jumping into the water, loved loosening her hair and feeling it cloud around her in the water. She loved spending hours in the water, loved dozing off and relishing in the pleasures of such a simple thing. She always sat until the water grew cold and her hands wrinkled up.
Zuko didn't hate baths, but he hated it when Mai had baths. She was in there forever, and ever and ever, and he always had to wait for her to finish before even thinking about talking to her. She had this thing about not being spoken to when she was in there, and it made him crazy! What was so important?
But when everything was said and done, and she came back from the bath, well...that was something else. She was always so clean, looking so fresh and relaxed, her hair hanging from her head like wet seaweed, her body covered in thin silk robes. She always walked back with a towel wrapped around her neck and an eyebrow raised, as if she were silently asking him, Was it so bad to wait? Will you relax, now?
And then he would forget what he wanted to say. All he could think about was touching her and holding her, smelling her fresh clean smell and holding her close.
But then, she would shove him off her with a scowl, snapping out, "No! I just got clean! Go away!"
In which then Zuko would remember why he hated Mai's baths, and always would.