This is an AU, too, but it should be self-explanatory.

Day 9: Partners in Crime

"You are late, Your Highness," Katara scoffs, as he's nearing her, panting.

The dry street under him makes it easy to run quietly. Even though this is a part of town, where the streets are very seldom dry due to alcohol, urin or vomit, the heatwave even dried that away.

"I know." He stops and takes deep breaths of air. "I couldn't get away earlier, I'm sorry."

Katara narrows her eyes and suddenly he has a knife pointed at his throat. "If I'll find out that you're screwing us..."

He leans closer, and she quickly pulls the knife back.

"Then what?" he smirks.

She glares at him again. "Then I'm gonna slice your body open, cut your flesh in filets and will distribute you to the poor people of town."

He smiles. He knew there was a reason he wanted to work with her.

"I'm not a traitor. To you," he assures her. "Just to my Sovereign."

She doesn't look convinced, but instead looks around him. "What have you got?"

He holds up the bag he slung over his shoulder. "Food. And some new information. It's very crucial, and I..." He holds up another bag. "These are my things. After I told you what's going on, I won't be able to return."

She walks closer to him and takes the bag with food from him. "Well, then I guess we'll bring your stuff to the hideout and then head out again. Sokka came up with a plan to ambush the taxmen. If it'll work, we'll get the most money we ever managed to get," she says very lowly, leaning closer to him. "And we can talk about your information, once we're done." She starts walking, when he's quick to match her pace.

"Hey, are you still angry?" he asks, as they climb up a ladder to the roof.

"What? No."

"Then why didn't you greet me properly?" he wants to know.

On the roof, she turns around to him, who's holding his breath.

She gives him a peck on his cheek. "There. You could have more later, when we're away from the others again, but since you decided to become a full traitor, you'll have to stay with us."

"I know. We won't have a lot of privacy there. That's why I wanted a kiss from you now," he says a bit arrogantly and leans forward.

"I hate you," she murmurs, before she kisses him, wrapping her arms around him and presses her body to his.

If he wouldn't believe that his father would destroy the world and the Fire Nation, he would probably still join the rebellion, just for this kiss.