Drabble Soup For The Zutarian Soul
Klutz
"Oof!" Katara glanced up, then narrowed her eyes. The Fire Lord. "Watch it, Zuko."
"Me, watch it?" he snarled. Peasant. "You're the one who ran into me. You're such a klutz."
"Oh?" She suddenly stepped closer, tilting her head up at him.
Zuko gulped. She was so close…the dark skin of her neck was incredibly smooth looking…What is that? Looking down, he vaguely realized her hand was on his arm.
Oh, gods…She was trailing her fingers down his arm. So close. A low, guttural moan escaped from somewhere in his throat. Damn body betraying me.
Katara smirked and laid a hand on his chest, pushing him back. With an oomph, Zuko fell flat on his butt.
"Thought so," laughed Katara, as the uncomprehending Lord Zuko blinked wordlessly. How did I get down here?"
"Klutz."