Drabble Soup For The Zutarian Soul
Birthday
"Hey." Zuko was curled up on his couch, eyes fixed on the television.
"Hey." Katara flopped down beside him. "Watcha watching?"
"Life of a duck."
"You're boring me," she teased.
"What?" He finally broke his gaze. "It's interesting."
"Duck."
"Yes."
"Uh-huh." Katara grabbed the remote and click it off.
"Hey!"
"Come on," she whined, "it's your birthday. You ought to be doing something fun. Like this." Leaning over, she kissed him softly.
"Oh?" asked he. She kissed him again.
"Yes."
"Well-" he said, in between kisses, "-you've forgotten one thing."
"What's that?" queried Katara, occupied with combing her fingers through Zuko's tied-back hair. She now straddled him, with a girlish grin on her face.
"My birthday isn't until tomorrow."
She blinked. "I can live with that."