Inspiration: Hollywood
Date Written: 12/20/06
Viewpoint: Zuko. A/U.
Pairing: Zuko/Katara.
Action!
Zuko walked coolly around the tree, eyes locked on the Water Tribe girl. She was frightened, yes, but there was something in her eyes he'd not seen before in any of his enemies. Hate. Love. Confidence. Doubt. Everything that shaped a person.
"You must understand," he said smoothly. "I need to restore something I've lost. My honor."
She gave a little jerk against her bindings, showing that she did not care.
"And perhaps, in return, I can restore something you've lost…" He held the necklace to her, watching how her eyes widened, how she shivered involuntarily as he leaned close to her ear.
"You're very pretty," he whispered. She made a half-choking, half-giggling sound.
"Cut!" yelled a camera man.
"Zuko, cut the crap," said the director, frowning. "We've got a schedule to keep."
"But I can't help it," whined Zuko, scratching at the ground with his toe.
"I can." Katara rose up on her toes and kissed Zuko on his cheek. "Okay, action!"
A/n: Like training a puppy. Every time he messes up, he gets a kiss. –eye roll-