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I finally got around to typing this up! Props to me!
a123b: Part 3 of 'Promises' will be coming next!
NarniaMagicLOTRDisneyLover: Well, here's part 2 of 'Oops!' I decided the parts won't really be connected, but I hope you enjoy them anyways!
On with the drabble!
Her feet moved fast, constantly gliding over the town's square. Stopping to catch her breath, the girl looked around the crowd, spotting the rest of her Gaang still dancing merrily in the circle.
Everything was lit up for this fire nation festival. Jovial music blared from the band on the platform, and everyone was enjoying the bright mood. It didn't really matter to her if these people were Fire Nation or not. A party is a party.
She adjusted her red skirt so it freed her ankles, then before she could acknowledge her sore feet, she jumped back into the dancing circle. Blue eyes twinkling, she twirled and dipped her way among the crowd. Some people were in couples, and others were free-styling.
Because of her unusual dark skin, bright eyes, and smooth movement, she caught the attention of many male personas. Every other minute, the hand or arm of a young, watchful boy would reach out to snag her into a dance, but every time one did, she would gracefully bend out of the way, shooting down their invitation.
She preferred to dance with someone she knew.
Suddenly, a blur of red invaded her peripheral vision. Before she could swerve out of the way, a pale hand had caught her own dark one and was yanking her toward a tall, lithe figure.
Katara spun into a broad chest and barely had a moment to register that she was no longer dancing solo before the man had twirled her around again. He continued to lead her in a daring dance that had her spinning in circles every couple seconds so she was unable to identify her captor.
Despite her frustration at the unknown man, Katara found herself enjoying this thrilling ride. She barely kept back a laugh as she nearly lost her balance on an unexpected turn. Finally, her partner halted their movement.
Her vision was slightly dizzy once she had stopped, but she was well aware of the hands that were dangerously low on her back, pulling her closer to a warm body. When she could see once again, she almost wished she hadn't.
Zuko grinned mysteriously at her shocked expression. Now that she had seen his face, the game was over.
Instantly, he had swept his foot under her own, forcing her to trip backwards. She gasped at the sudden jolt, but before she could collide with the ground, the Fire Prince bent down and caught her.
Their heaving chests were pressed together, one of his hands supporting her back, and the other resting on her bare midriff. Now more than ever, Katara longed to go back in time and steal the full gown instead of this showy one.
Her face heated as they stayed frozen in the midst of the dancing crowd. She could feel his warm hands on her exposed skin just as he could feel her chest moving up and down against his. Seconds stretched as glittering gold eyes searched brilliant blue.
Zuko leaned forward until his lips brushed her ear. The hand on her stomach shifted upwards with him, fingertips just brushing the bindings beneath her shirt.
"Oops." He whispered huskily, his breath tickling her neck. "Didn't mean to trip you there. Sorry."
Katara didn't think he sounded very apologetic.
The hand at her torso began to make slow, lazy circles.
"Now," Katara's breathing quickened. "Where is that little Avatar of yours?"
The game was on.