Kiss THIS!
zutara drabbles. (Plot, what plot? Have you ever heard of this strange thing they call plot?) A series of drabbles concerning a certain fire prince and water peasant and an authoress' many ways to get them to kiss.
Laundry Day"You mean…you do all the laundry?" He asked quietly, looking at her almost-suspiciously as he watched her dump all the dirty clothes into the small stream.
"Yes." She answered; using her bending to make sure the clothes didn't float away. "Aang's too young really to do his own clothes, and Sokka is—"
"An idiot." Zuko supplied. Katara frowned.
"No, he's not an idiot, he's just lazy." She pulled Sokka's dirty socks, reeling away in disgust from the smell. He frowned, and wondered secretly how she could have possibly lived so long with the smell.
"Here." He said, taking away the socks from her. "I'll do the clothes, you don't—"
She stared at him like he grew an extra head or something.
"What?" He asked, picking up the clothes she had dropped. "It's not fair that you have to do them all the time, I figured I'd---"
She kissed him.
Well. He thought to himself. If I knew she'd make out with me for offering to do the laundry, I would've offered a long time ago.
XXX
Sokka's socks.
OMG I MADE A PUN!
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