Word Count: 239
Rating: PG-15
Author's Notes: Kiddddds, leave me some love! I feel lonely over here!
The first night in Ba Sing Se, Zuko awakes in the middle of the night in a cold sweat—and in need of a cold shower. He can barely remember the dream, but he has a pretty good idea what it must have been about.
The second night in Ba Sing Se, it happens again—and the memory is clearer. A girl with long brown hair, he remembers.
The third night he awakes to dull green sheets but recalls brilliant blue eyes, deep and pure like the ocean.
When he gasps awake on the fourth night, he knows he's in trouble. Seeing the face of your enemy in such a nice dream can never be good.
On the fifth night he wakes breathless, and holds a finger to his lips and wonders if her kisses taste like that in reality, too.
The sixth night in Ba Sing Se leaves him trembling, craving her soft touches and light breaths on his skin.
The seventh night is worse—surely no one's skin can be that soft, especially with the kind of life she leads. Of course, he remembers with a red face, the places he was touching her weren't exactly exposed to the elements very often.
If the seventh night was bad, then the eighth is the worst. He dreams of nothing and sleeps through the night, and wakes the next morning feeling unusually refreshed and healthy.
And he hates it.
END.