ZW 2010 Day 7: Storm
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Lightning Strikes
Zuko feels cuddly.
Zuko wraps a dark brown curl around one finger, watching her sleep. His wife is beautiful, in a nontraditional, non-Fire Nation way, all blue beads and bone sewing needles and wild hair mixed up in a world of sleek metal and smoke. It's the rainy season now, what Katara calls winter, and the cold water patters against the window panes. Like the rest of the Fire Nation, they've barricaded themselves in their home, hiding from the chill.
Zuko misses the sun, and even Katara, master waterbender, has no interest in venturing out. The servants have gone home for the duration of the storm, and everything is so, so quiet inside that for a while the rain sounded like millions of Yu Yan arrows pelting the roof. Katara has the blankets pulled up to her chin, and she's curled around her pillow with tendrils of hair streaming over the mattress. Her husband curls himself around her, lightly stroking her face, brushing his hand along the curves of her body and nuzzling her neck. She stirs, looking at him with bleary eyes, and smiles.
"Love you," he whispers.
"Mhm." She pulls his arm around her and turns into his chest. He can feel the light fluttering of her eyelashes against his bare skin and the warmth of her body as her legs tangle with his. "You too."
He presses a kiss to her forehead and watches the lightning break open the sky.
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A/N: Short and sweet, I guess. I had somewhere I wanted to go with it, but I also like it how it is, so don't be surprised if this scene makes a comeback as part of something bigger later.
