11.1 Zutara
Katara and Zuko laid on the shore of Ember Island, the waves splashing at the tips of their ankles; Katara would have been could if Zuko weren't a self-heating device.
The couple faced each other, laying on their sides as they starred into one another's eyes. Katara blushed, and began to absent-mindedly finger the sand, creating the water nation insignia without realizing it. Zuko tipped up her chin, so she was looking up at him, and asked, "What did you think of me?"
"When?" Katara answered, confusion in her voice.
"When you first laid eyes on me."
Katara lifted her hand from the sand and interlaced her finger's with Zuko's.
"I remember the fear and anger I felt that day; the day the Fire Nation returned to the Southern Water Tribe, to cause us more damage," Katara sighed, never taking her eyes off the scarred prince's.
Zuko frowned; not expecting that answer, and began to apologize, but Katara covered his lips with a finger from her free hand.
"But I also remember the power and determination I saw in your face, and the hesitation to cause others pain. You weren't scarred here," Katara traced the outlining of Zuko's scar with her finger, "but here." She touched his chest, smiling and biting her lip.
Zuko smiled in return, and Katara slid her hand up until her arm was wrapped around Zuko's neck. They kissed, neither seeing what was between them. Burnt sand, atop Katara's Water Nation symbol, creating the Fire Nation emblem. The two interlaced, a memory even the sand couldn't erase.