A Stolen Kiss
By: Iroh's Tea Shoppe Girls
Disclaimer: The devil hasn't gotten back to us on our proposed selling of our souls to acquire Avatar: The Last Airbender idea. If the deal goes through, we promise Iroh will become the main character.
"You know," Katara began, glancing down at the paralyzed Zuko, him and Jun had been subdued by the bounty hunter's beast. "You really should just give up trying to capture Aang."
"I'll give up as soon as I'm dead," the burnt prince retorted.
Katara smiled at the paralyzed young man, the fearsome prince even with his insults and taunting really was not very scary when he was incapacitated. "You never change, do you?"
Zuko did not respond to that, out of the corner of his eye he saw the sisters of the abbey approach the large furry flying bison with a pot of perfume to revive it at the urgings of Sokka and Aang.
The prince did not notice Katara crouching down close to him until their mouths were mere inches apart.
"Katara," the prince muttered, almost groaning, conflicted between wanting to be kissed and being repulsed by her.
"Zuko," the blue-eyed girl whispered breathlessly as she gently kissed him.
"You have to stop doing that," the prince growled quietly, not wanting to attract anyone's attention.
"Why?" Katara asked as she stood up.
"It's not very nice, or very polite," Zuko explained awkwardly as quietly as he could manage.
"Pfft," Katara chuckled mockingly. "Like a kiss is a big deal to you – I'm sure you kiss loads of girls all the time. Besides the kiss was a reward for being a gentleman when I was paralyzed."
That was mostly true. Katara did kiss Zuko for not taking advantage of her. The girl wasn't that sure that the young prince kissed "loads of girls" but told herself that she didn't care either way, even if she knew she did.
"Go away," Zuko muttered quietly and darkly. Katara glared at him before stomping away.