Hey y'all, here is another drabble. I dreamed it last night. Enjoy.

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Katara parked her car outside of the coffee shop next to the car she now knew to be Zuko's. She got out of the car, took a deep breath, and entered the coffee shop attempting to stem her nerves. This was the second time they were seeing each other in over two years, and last time they did, they'd kissed. Katara knew she had to talk to him about that today. If they were going to be friends, they couldn't be kissing.

Catching his eye, she walked over to the little table he had procured in the corner. He was already sipping a venti coffee.

"Nice corner," she smirked.

"I want to make sure nothing happens when you're with me."

A small blush rose to Katara's cheeks. Of course he didn't. During their entire relationship, whenever they went somewhere, Zuko was always keenly aware of their surroundings. When they sat somewhere, it was always in the corner where he could see the entire establishment. Zuko always made her feel both safe and paranoid.

"Would you like to get your coffee? My tab is open if you would like to use mine."

"Oh, um, thanks."

Katara walked over to the counter and ordered her grande tea.

When she returned, the two sat in silence for a few moments, sipping the drinks.

"I missed you," he said suddenly.

"Why is that?"

"I was away from you so soon after seeing you."

She shrugged. "Your friend was getting married, he wanted you there, it couldn't be helped."

"I wanted you there."

"I had to work and prepare for school."

"How was your first day back?"

"Really good, I think I'm going to enjoy this semester. But I'll be really busy."

"Then I should spend as much time with you as I can now."

She nodded, not making eye contact.

"What's wrong?"

Katara opened her mouth, with every intention of bringing up the kiss, but when she looked into his golden eyes, she couldn't bring herself to say it. "Give me your hand," she said instead.

He placed his hand in hers. She laid his hand in one of hers, and stroked the fingers of her other hand against his palm and over his fingers, re-memorizing the small scars he had on his fingers and knuckles. She moved her slim fingers up to his wrist, tracing the veins there. Up his forearm she stroked, and then back down to his scarred fingers.

Zuko watched this beautiful brown-skinned girl stroking his hand like she used to do. She was chewing her lower lip and her eyebrows were stitched in concentration. It took everything he had not to wrap his strong big hand around her smaller hand and pull her into his lap to kiss away the concentration. He had no idea why his scars were so fascinating to her, but he didn't like her knowing all the physical pain he had gone under. But she wanted to touch him, and he was going to let her.

Several minutes went by before Katara, satisfied, relinquished his hand and grinned at him embarrassed. When she saw the look on his face, she was startled. His eyes were shining with love, desire, and need. Katara felt familiar tightness coiling in her core and quickly looked away again. If there was ever a time to reiterate friendship with this man, it was now.

"Zuko," she started. "We should remember we're friends now."

"I know," he responded. "It's the only thing keeping me from dragging you to my car right now."

She inhaled sharply at the implication. "You were always the best at dragging."

He chuckled. "I can remind you just how good at it I am if you wish."

Red colored Katara's cheeks. "Zuko…"

"I know."

She looked at him and saw him visibly restraining himself.

"Maybe I should go," she said making to stand.

"No!" he caught her wrist and pulled her back down. "No, I can, keep these feelings to myself. Let's just talk. I want to get to know you again. So we can be friends. Just friends."

She nodded and sat again.

They talked for hours.

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Sorry it's so short. Hopefully in a few days I'll have new material. =)