Ola readers! so this is the Zuko Pov.

i hope i don't write him too OOC.

well, personally i think this is what Zuko would have said (more or less), but i don't know. i'll let you readers be the judge.

enjoy!

Disclaimer: Every character i've mentioned below is not mine.

Love.

It used to be just a word to me. Never had any special meaning to it.

And it's not like i have a very good example for it anyway. I mean, just look at my parents. I know that they had been happy for a limited amount of time, that is until my father went ambitious and trying to take over the world, but i kind of doubt that they have ever been truly in love with one another.

So, for a long time in my head, the word 'love' is just that. Another word in a dictionary.

Lust? Oh i know lust. I am a man after all.

I have succumbed to that lust a lot of times, mind you. Mai was one of the example.

But combining lust and love? It was never on my mind.

But with Katara, it was different.

Sure, i first notice her because of the lust i have. Hey, i'm still a hot blooded male specimen. of course i notice her physical qualities first.

But it was only at first. With time, i gradually came to know her better, understanding her better, getting even closer, and closer each day. I didn't even know when that feeling of comradeship, friendship started to become something even more. More deeply than either one of us could ever imagine or suspected.

i didn't know when i started to notice every single thing about her, like how her hair was made in that day. How she would quirk her eyebrows whenever she's annoyed at something or someone. How she pouted when she did not get something done her way.

Everytime i see her face, i want to touch it. feel the soft skin in my hand, remembering how her face shaped. Her smooth round cheek that feels like a baby's, her long and slightly round at the tip nose.

i want to remember the shape of her body. To run my hand on her soft smooth skin, tracing along her bones. Her slim hands and legs, her breast that just...fit in my hands, her long small and delicate neck.

I want to brush her long wavy brown hair. Just let it fall through her head way down to her body. Seeing her covered in it. I always love it whenever she let her hair down.

Her soft voice, how she manages to made every sound she makes heard like a song. A siren's song, so alluring, calling me. Needing me.

And most of all, her personality.

Her fiery passion that matched mine, her tempers, her quirkiness, her kindness, every little bit of her personality that made her Katara.

The Katara that i love with all of me.

My Katara for the rest of our lives and the lives beyond that.

Mine and mine alone.

Doooneee finally.

let me know what you guys think okay? Thank you so muuuch