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.

Taken from the sixteen zutara prompts on lj. This is the second one. Expect at least fourteen more. (I plan to finish) I don't know for sure if all of them will have a kiss, but I'm going to try. Also, take heed—there is a small bit of Zula/Aang in this, just because it fit what I was going for with the quote.

Also, congrads for all of the people who found the Star Wars line! Cookies for you!

Prompt Two

"There are only the pursued

The Avatar frowned and paniced, a momentary lapse of sanity grasped at him like straws as he held this girl—this Princess—in his arms. He had never been real good a comforting sobbing women, much less his latest and strongest enemy, but he held her none the less.

the pursuing

"Focus, Zula." The old croon snapped, refering to Zula by her common name. "You must focus on your bending if you wish to capture the Avatar."

"I have other plans for the Avatar, Grandmother." The Princess snapped. "And I have already master my bending." She continued to paint her face with the makeup she owned.

If she could not defeat the Avatar through bending, then perhaps she would defeat him through his heart—seduction had always been a gift of hers, and it always came with such wonderful benefits, as well.

the busy

Katara sighed as she pushed the food around on her plate. "I'm going to go for a walk, Sokka."

Her brother frowned, placing his concerned hand on her shoulder. "Don't—spend a moment and rest, Katara, you are always so busy—"

"I'll be fine." She whispered, removing her brother's hand from her shoulder. "I'm just worried about Aang." And Zuko, but the waterbender had enough sense not to mention the Fire Prince in front of her brother.

She would always be busy worrying about him, (It's been more than a week since she's heard from him…) but, as with most forbidden loves, it could not be helped.

and the tired." –F. Scott Fitzgerald

"I'm tired, Uncle." The boy of sixteen uttered again, a fragile cry for help his Uncle recognized from his nephew early on in their solo journey.

"Then rest, son." His Uncle always was a calming presence to him.

"I can't." The Fire Prince explained. "Zula caught Aang—how, I don't know, but I don't know if she just has Aang alone or—" His voice stops, but he does not need to go on. His Uncle knows who he is referring to, whether Zuko is aware of that or not, Iroh doesn't know.

"If she has her," Zuko begans, laying down beside the small stream. "I'll kill her—I will kill my sister, with my bare hands, if I need to—"

"Then you'll need to rest if you plan on doing that." The old General smiled as Zuko laid down slowly.

The Prince rubbed his lip questioningly—once, there was a kiss there, but it had faded from everything but Zuko's memory. It was this memory that allowed Zuko to sleep, for the first time in a week, worry leaving him for the briefest of moments while slumber took over.

XXX

END

The order in which these go in is this: First one takes place after the second one, third one takes place after the last one. Makes sense when you read it, I hope.

Jak