They stayed that way for a while, Katara draped over Zuko, petting his hair while he peppered kisses on her clothed shoulder. It was good to be together. In those quiet moments with no advisors, or chaperones, or even friends present, they didn't have to be Fire Lord Zuko and Master Katara. They could just be Zuko and Katara, how it was meant to be.
Fire Nation nobility are quite particular about their hair. Such coveted locks are not to be touched by anyone, much less the peasantry. Zuko doesn't let anyone touch him at all for fear of being burned. Katara is Zuko's exception to both of these conventions.
She had broken all of his rules, and intertwined her fate with his, the way she intertwined her fingers in his hair.
(Or, a chronological following of all the times Zuko lets Katara in. Friends to lovers, but mainly lovers)
"Why do you hate me so much?"
"What?"
"You do, don't?" Zukos eyes glared. "Out of everybody, it was you that had something against me the most."
"Something against you?" Katara laughed. "You know what I have something against? People that attack me and my friends, try to capture us and work with the same monsters that killed my mother."
"So you do hate me..."
"No."
"Well you act like it."
"And who wouldn't?" The young water bender raised her eyebrows.
"Who wouldn't hate somebody that wanted to burn down whole villages, temple and cities? I really wonder if your honour is worth so many lives... Or are just human lives that weren't born in the Fire Nation, not worth it?"
Katara was heat and cold as their bodies huddled desperately together, nothing would stand between them. Nothing in the damned world, until they felt to be one, a single being of movement, longing and love.
This moment was theirs, their eternity.
"You're going to break my heart, aren't you?"
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALE!!!!
Enjoy this stupid gift, this fanfic I wrote three years ago. The one and only, exclusive transalation of my masterpiece. It's for you xD
The copyright belongs entirely to Nickelodeon, blablabala.