This was ridiculous.
He was not supposed to be stuck here, at the edge of a lake, in the fucking rain, babysitting two immature children. He was supposed to be training the Avatar this evening, but no…
Katara had insisted
that rain in this region was too much of a perfect opportunity to
waste by not waterbending. So far, she had put more effort into
fighting the Avatar decently than keeping herself dry.
Her waves
of brown hair were plastered to her face, which held a look of the
most set determination he had seen since he last held a mirror. Her
white underclothes were becoming the Avatar's (and his own)
downfall, as they stuck to and fitted her body quite snugly when
waterlogged. Her lips were full as always and parted as she gasped
for breath, and only when she yelled over the rain did the Avatar
cease his shameful ogling and mindless attacks.
She approached Zuko with a small smile on her face, and she wrapped her arms around him warmly, "I'm done, wanna go for a walk?"
He growled lowly and stroked her hair, "He was staring again."
She laughed softly, "So were you."
Zuko chucked her chin and kissed her thoroughly, "But I can do this."