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 eleventh one. Expect at least five (HOT DAMN!) 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.

Those of you who go to KataraZuko on lj have already seen this.  Enjoy it anyway.

Egasp! I have a job now! (You mean, people actually let you around other people without keeping you in a psychoward? Amazing.) I'm still going to try to update everyday, but between school running from 7-3:30, and work from 4:30-9:30, I'll have little time to do so, but I will try. Can't make any promises.

"If you want to know me, look inside your heart." –Lao Tzu

One thing they never could deny was their love of fighting.

"You are," he'd snarled, flames close to coming out of his nose. "The stupidest, most barbaric—"

"Are we back to insult fighting, Zuko?" She would yawned, feigning bordom.

"Shut up, wench." He would growl.

"Oh grow up, you immature—"

"—ill-mannered---"

"---Annoying—"

"—penniless—"

"---ruthless---"

"---troublesome---"

"---ill-tempered---"

"---stupidest, idiotic—"

"…You just called me stupid twice, stupid."

"So?" He glared. "They're my insults, I can use them twice if I want."

She'd smirk. "Fine then, you unoriginal, uncouth---"

"You have no right to call me uncouth!" He'd scream. "When have I ever been uncouth to you!"

"Just now!" She'd argue. "You just called me stupid---twice! That's hardly any way to treat a lady, now is it, Prince Charming?" She'd mock him with her favorite insult for him.

Smoke would start rising from his ears. "I am this close," he would pinch his fingers tightly together. "To setting you on fire and not feel gulty about it!"

She'd cross her arms tauntingly. "Do it then, Mr. High-and-Mighty, Mr. I'm-so-full-of-threats-but-I-never-pull---HEY!"

She would quickly dodge the fireball thrown to her, undoing the the lid on her canteen, allowing the water to flow freely at her command.

This would start the second part of their fighting.

A fire blast would hit the wall behind her, he would skillfully dodge the icicles thrown his direction, another fireball hitting near her, but never close enough to touch.

"Your aim sucks." She would snarl quickly, at the same time a flame would hit her square in the chest, were it not for the ice sheild she had created around herself. It would be enough, however, to cause her to fall down.

A quick blast, and all the water she had previously would have evapourated. He'd grin at her. "Does my aim suck so bad now, little girl?"

She'd pull out her dagger, and thus began stage three.

A twirl of a knife, a skillful twist of a broadsword—one hits, maybe two, but never enough to cause more than the mildest of scrapes and scabs. Despite their anger, they never wanted to harm one another.

They cared too much for something like that.

A pivot, a whirl, and a clang later her small dagger would fall to the might of his broadsword, and he would keep the knife beneath his foot as he leaned near her, eyes full of arrogance as he'd smile down at her.

He would start to speak, but she would stop him by all means. She would grab his colar and pull him towards her, pressing her lips firmly against his own.The taste of his lips warmly pressed against her own, his mouth opening widely to accept her's, the slight brush of their noses against the others, would be enough to decide the victor.

Say what you will about her, but she knew how to win, damnit.

They would break apart, and she would smile so large it would reach her eyes. "Does this mean I win again?"

A kiss, a touch, a growl. "Yes, yes, you win again."

A moan, a shriek. "This is the second time I've won, you know."

"We're keeping score?" Another button undone on his shirt---"In that case, I believe it's three to two."

Another kiss. "Those don't count."

"And this one does?" A trail of kisses down her neck.

"Of course it does. I won. It counts double."

A laugh as he undid her shirt. "You and your headgames."

She lifts his head so that his eyes meet her's. "You love me because of my headgames. You wouldn't know what to do without them."

"That, I do." He kisses her again, and this time neither of them can tell who the real winner is.

XXX
END

This one came from a suggestion from DemonDaughter, but I…streched it a little bit. For those of you who have left suggestions/requests for drabbles, I'll do them, eventually. I just have an outline for some drabbles already, and whenever I get done with those I'll do some of the other ones.

Thanks for being paitent!

BTW, I am a girl. :)

Also, if anyone is from Arkansas, and wants to go to Kroger's on Chenal, look for a bagger (you can't miss us baggers, we're in the BRIGHT NEON GREEN VESTS OF DOOM!) with red hair, glasses, and the name tag "Jessica". Say something silly like 'zutara is luff.' And I'll glomp you.

Jak