Not Just A River
Author/Artist:
MuffyTaj
Pairing: Zuko/Katara
Fandom: Avatar: The Last
Airbender
Theme: #9. Dash
Disclaimer: I do not own the
characters, or the series.
Zuko was not in love. Not one bit. There was nothing but hatred and the thrill of the fight in him as he walked over the bridge to confront her. He didn't admire the droplets of deadly water dancing around her as she attacked him, he didn't watch the moon play across her fierce little face, he didn't feel any sort of beauty in the sway of her body. The fire spurting from his feet to burn her up was enough contact with her.
But it was not enough fire, not enough hate, and once again he failed. And once again he ran. He ran from her attacks, he ran from his failure, and he ran from the implications of leaving her alive.
He was an exiled prince, lonely and deprived of attractive females to admire. That was all.
It was perfectly normal bloodlust, the same he would feel towards anyone who posed such a threat.
The fact that he would sometimes dream that he had slammed her against that pole not with fire, but with his hands, and had kissed her and bitten her and taken her in front of the unconscious Avatar, taken her time and time again until he was more worn than from any battle he had ever fought, all that was totally irrelevant. Dreams were just junk the mind was clearing out, and meant nothing.
She would scream his name, scream it out time and time again into the chilly night as he claimed her until she was hoarse, and bleeding and his. But these were just daydreams, and therefore as meaningless as nighttime dreams.
He wasn't in love. It was just a… just a phase he was going through. And if his uncle, or Iroh's girlfriend Jun, insinuated otherwise one more time, he was going to personally burn them to cinders.
Him, in love! Hah! The very idea!
Ridiculous.