Hey guys, sorry if this sounds lame or is confusing or whatevs. Since these are only drabbles, I felt like skipping around in time, sooo... yeah.
Her brown hair lays on the sheets in perfect waves, as if they were under water. Deep blue eyes flicker open, and her mouth quivers for a moment, before delivering a light yawn. She mumbles something inaudible and grins, turning over to her side and draping her arm over his chest. She closes her eyes.
"Mnn…" The boy's arms stretch out, one running beneath Katara and the other exploring the reaches of the other side of the bed. "Good morning," he says drowsily, looking at her with a sweet, lazy smile. He cradles her head in his hand and pulls her closer, kissing her forehead gently. She giggles.
"Morning, Zuko." She nestles her head into him, his arm still under her neck as a pillow. Her sapphire eyes flutter open once more and she glances up at the boy - now a man; he'd grown since the two met as young teenagers - she was laying beside through the corner of her vision. He catches her glance and grins at her, and plants a short kiss on her lips before completely turning over to face her.
"So," he half-whispers, with a playful mood about his tone, "what do you want to do today?"
Katara lets out a soft sigh and turns to lay on her back. "We don't have to think about that now. Let's just…" He lifts her chin with a finger so that she faces him, and kisses her softly once more. "…stay here," she smiles, "just for a little longer."
Zuko's eyes close and the corners of his mouth ever-so-slightly turn up in agreement. The water tribe girl closes her eyes as well, and the two lay there in gentle silence.
Their minds wander, Zuko's to the days they spent getting to know each other in the palace as teens, meeting in unused rooms or in empty gardens, relishing in the little time they had together. Katara, still nestled into the man's shoulder, couldn't help but peek through her eyelashes at him - at the man who had run after her, not to take her back to the palace as a servant, but to run away with her, in complete disregard of his position as prince. It was as if they were two snowflakes, falling gently from the sky in the midst of winter. Their lives were crumbling apart, though had they really been better before? They were falling together, and that was all that mattered.