A/N: Zutara.
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By the way, this one is pure fluff.
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"Not going to do it, Katara." I said sternly.
"Please Zuko?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes and jutting out her lower lip.
"But I did the dishes last night!" He whined, did she truly know the effects those simple little things did to him? Those cute little facial expressions that she used to make him go weak at the knees? The expressions that give her radiant face even more shine? I guess she never would.
"Well, then I'll have to convince you to do them for me." She said, coming slightly closer. Zuko quickly scanned the trees around them for anyone else. They had all gone to sleep already. Or so he thought.
"I'd like to see what you could do to make me." He scoffed.
"Oh really?" she said, right next to him now, moving her finger slowly across his chest. "Then I guess I will show you."
And then her lips crashed onto mine. Her perfect, soft lips that just seemed to fit right into mine. I intertwined my arms around her waist and she had one of her hands resting on my cheek, the other on my chest.
Reluctantly she broke the kiss and whispered, "So will you do the dishes for me?"
Zuko merely nodded his head before saying, just as quietly, "If I do the dishes every night will you continue this 'persuading' of yours? I like it."
"Maybe," she said slyly before disappearing into the trees.
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Sokka stood behind a tree, his brand new boomerang in his hand. Tomorrow morning he was going banished-fire-bender-Fire-Nation-prince hunting. After tomorrow, they'd be an extinct species.
Right now, he needed to sharpen his boomerang. Alot.