Prompt: #065 Taste
Title: Apples
Word Count: 297
Rating: K
Knuckles whitened as her hand tightened around the back of the chair she was standing behind. Wide eyes stared unseeingly at the wall across the room and breaths came out in short pants. The plate she had gotten up to return to the kitchen was dropped and forgotten on the table top as soon as Zuko appeared behind her. He was close, far too close for her to know what to think about it. Or, to even think at all.
From behind her, his hands came to rest next to hers on the back of the chair. "Little miss water tribe," he practically purred into her ear. His breath was warm against the shell of her ear and the length of her throat and it was driving her positively mad. An odd grunt of triumph sounded from the back of his throat and a second later his tongue caressed her ear instead of his breath.
"Zu-ko?" Was that really her voice? It was husky and slightly unsure. She spun around in is arms and pushed her back against the chair. "I don't–what ..." Katara made a slightly strangled sound as Zuko's lips descended upon hers. Her first kiss was exciting, a little strange, absolutely searing and made her weak in the knees. Katara didn't notice when Zuko's hand made it's way into her hair, but she did notice when his tongue slipped past her slightly parted lips. By the gods, she felt like she was melting into a puddle of goo at that moment.
Zuko parted from her slightly and smirked. "Apples, hn?" The pink tinting Katara's cheeks deepened to scarlet instantly. Her eyes dropped to the forgotten plate, the core of the apple still there, sitting on the edge of the table.
"I like apples."
