KISSES
Mai was grace and music. Kissing her made him understand all the powers of womankind. The way she moved, talked, and looked at him made him want to stand taller, speak deeper, and shave. It made him want to be a man. Her kisses were light, but heavy in meaning. Just one hit harder than any fighter could.
Toph was surprising. It wasn't until after he had taken her measure in a kiss that he saw her as a woman at all. She was the future, she was energy. She was delight, and a laughter that refused to be contained. He simultaneously wanted to wrap around her protectively, and trail behind her watching her hair bob. Her kiss was awkward, but heartfelt. She had no sense of finesse or technique, but it was the most honest kiss he had ever received.
Katara tasted like fish.
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Happy Zutara Week! (Or am I missing the point?)
