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Taste
"Please! Just this one tiny favor..."
"No."
Zuko crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at the waterbender. Here she was holding a basket of dirty laundry and asking him to do this chore for her. Of course he wasn't going to do it. Who would really risk the chance of getting near Sokka's deadly socks? Aang's clothes weren't panda lilies either. Disgusting peasants they were. And now Katara was giving him this look...oh curse her overly cute smile and eyes.
"Katara, give me on good reason why."
She took a moment to ponder this, and Zuko planted his feet firmly on the ground. Without hesitation she dropped the basket to the side and kept moving closer. What on Agni was she doing...?
"Uh? Katara? What are you--MMPH!"
That sneaky waterbender girl had kissed him in mid sentence, with passion and desire all in the mix. Her hands on either side of his face, she ran her hands through his shaggy hair. The firebender had no idea THAT was going to happen. So when she pulled away his once crossed stiff arms were by his side, a blush the color of the sun on his pale cheeks. Zuko couldn't think nor move, as he stood like a stone. His lips moved unconsciously moved forward wanting to taste more of that unexpected kiss.
But she moved away from his grasp, grinning like a mad woman.
"Hm. Will that do?"
He nodded without a word, still in the state of shock. Katara shoved the basket of laundry into his stone still arms, and he didn't complain one bit. He just held the basket, trying to regain the ability to think again. Katara skipped away, a triumphant smile on her lips.
Oh the taste of sweet victory.
a/n
Haha. Sneaky Katara.
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