Kiss THIS!

HEY EVERYONE I'M BACK!

Stupid website lied and said Harding had internet access.:( SO I WAS AWAY FROM ALL OF YOU FOR A WHOLE WEEK! It was so sad.

But…I'm back. :)

30kisses challenge 28—Wada Calcium CD3

Love

So this is what love is.

Amazing, he never knew.

It was different from what he thought it would be. It wasn't just nervousness or a pit of butterflies rolling around in his stomach. It was more than that. It was a heat he couldn't control rushing to his face whenever she was around. It was finding beauty in impossible things, things that were not beautiful before, but now that he knew her they were the greatest things of beauty. Love was her eyes, so deep and blue and rich he felt he could lose himself in them. Love was electricity, the sudden jolt he felt when his hand accidentally brushed against her own. Love was a dream, a nice, bad dream, one that had him waking up panting and sweating and begging the spirits please oh please let that have been real only to be disappointed once more.

Love was wanting to spend the rest of his life with her, to hold her and kiss her and never let go. Love was a hazy daydream of her and him, clothed in the marriage silks of his people, swearing an oath of love eternally. Love was the hope of seeing a child one day, a child with blue eyes, or maybe gold, and pale skin, or maybe dark, with brown or perhaps black hair. Love was holding that child for the first time, the last time, carrying him or her to bed and teaching them how to walk and scolding them for breaking yet another valuable object and having a gentle laugh and a comforting hand to wipe away their tears, their fears.

Above it all, however, love was holding her while watching them, holding her hand and smiling with pride. Look what we made, what we brought into the world.

But love was in the past, too. Love was him as a prince and her as a child. Love was grabbing her by the arms and saying I'll save you from the pirates. Love was wondering if he had ever been this close to a girl not related to him before, and for half of a second, wishing he had. Love was fighting and battle and the moon and the sun and he's winning then he's not, she's winning, then she's not, all while wondering if it's really worth it. Love is a quiet voice, an offer he's not willing to listen to yet, Zuko I can help.

Love, in retrospect, felt a bit like growing up.

None of that mattered. Love is now; love is the present, her in his arms, her eyes staring into his, and everything and nothing happen at the same time.

Love is just a kiss, a simple, wonderful, beautiful kiss. Love is passion and beauty and heartache and desire

And yet, he thought as he pulled her in for another kiss, it is so much more.

XXX
END

Homg. Just had the most awesome plot bunny ever: Zuko. Sokka. The Talk. Aang. Katara giving Toph the Talk. Iroh helping. IT GROWS, IT GROWS!

And now I need to go to work, which sucks so much.

Jak