Please Don't Lie
It felt like electricity every time their eyes locked. Like he was getting shocked all over again.
She had to feel it too.
He knew that she did. These feelings... this love. It was mutual, he could see it in her blue eyes.
And that's why he has her backed up against the wall, his golden eyes practically piercing her in place. They were going to address this, dammit.
"Zuko... don't." Katara begged.
"No, you don't. Please don't lie to me, Katara." He grazed two knuckles down her jaw. "You feel the same way, don't you?"
Tears gathered in her eyes as she struggled to look away from him, "Zuko. We both know we can't do this."
"Katara, the world has been cruel to us. Shouldn't we be happy? Don't we deserve that much?"
Her hands balled into fists against his chest. She wanted to give in to him, to believe it would be happily ever after. "What do you want me to say? That I love you and I want to be with you?"
"I want you to be honest."
She huffed, "And then what? It's impossible, Zuko. We are not possible. Our nations would never allow this. You're the Fire Lord. You can't be with a Water Tribe peasant like me."
"How long are you gonna hold the peasant comment against me?"
"Forever, obviously."
Zuko groaned, "Look, you're the Chief's daughter. That's basically princess status. We could spin some unity stance."
"A princess of peasants? I'm sure your council will approve of our courting."
Zuko cradled her face. "Screw everyone else, Katara! We can make new rules! If I want to take a bride from another nation then I'll do it!"
Her eyes melted as she clung to his forearms. "You... really want to marry me?"
"I..." Zuko flushed. "Yes. I do."
Katara hesitated for only a moment. "Okay. Screw everyone else."