AN: This takes place after they first start dating.
P'li sat close to Zaheer holding his hand. It had only been a few days since they had started dating. Because it was hard for her to get close to others, they were taking things slow and any sort of intimacy was new to them.
It had taken her two years to admit that she had feelings for him. For a while, she barely trusted him and only stuck with him because she felt that she had nowhere else to go. Her family was dead and others were afraid of her due to her height. And there was that tattoo on her forehead that marked her as a combustion bender. She also had little social skills which didn't help matters.
Zaheer had never been afraid of her. She wondered if he had wanted to use her as a weapon just as the warlord had, but he always told her that she could leave if she didn't want to stay with him. Over time, she was able to accept that he had no intention to hurt her and she slowly let her guard down.
She scooted closer, let go of his hand, and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. He looked up at her and smiled. She pulled herself into his lap, wrapped her other arm around him, and tilted her head down to kiss him.
But that was horribly uncomfortable. She was already a head taller than him and sitting on his lap did not help matters. Her back and neck would hurt too much which would ruin the moment.
"Mind if we switch?" she asked straightening her back.
"Not at all." Zaheer replied.
She slid off his lap and he climbed into hers. She pulled him close to her and they began to kiss again. This time it was much more comfortable.
Much better. She thought.
AN: Okay I had so much trouble coming up with this one. It is a bit short. Tomorrow is seduction… oh dear. lol