#gem girl28

[forever--rain]

Hello! 1. For Zutara because I’m weak for scar kisses?

Hi, darling! I hope that you find this to your liking! 😁😉 It took some turns I wasn’t expecting.😳

1. Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

The rain sluices down around the Ember Island house in relentless torrents, trapping its inhabitants inside. Storms like this are not uncommon during early fall in the Fire Nation and the islands always receive the brunt of the weather. It’s not a bother to most of the group. They’ve had several days of sun. Sokka, though, had been pretty displeased.

Suffice it to say that the state of the living room and the others is his fault.

Come morning, Zuko will regret having shown Sokka where the key to the liquor cabinet was back during the war.

“Remember the last time we were all here?” the tribesman says to the room at large. He and Suki are sharing a chair and a bottle of plum wine.

“Sokka,” Katara says, rolling her eyes. “Shut up. Everyone remembers.”

“Yeah, Snoozles,” Toph says. She adjusts her position on the couch, inadvertently shoving her feet in Aang’s sleepy and unsuspecting face. He yelps, narrowly avoiding the toe that almost goes up his nose. “Sorry, Twinkletoes.”

“Sit on the couch like a normal person, Toph!”

“No thanks.”

Toph swings her foot in his face once more, this time with intention.

“Zuko,” Sokka says, “what was the name of that theatre troupe we saw while we were here?”

“No,” Zuko replies at the same time Aang supplies, “The Ember Island Players!”

Katara, standing in the doorway for proximity to the storm, groans and buries her face in her hands. The firebender feels a smirk pull at his lips just watching her.

That is, until Sokka continues with, “Yes! Thank you, Aang! Let’s go see if they’re putting on any shows!”

“I’m out,” Katara announces. She nabs her discarded drink from the floor where it’s been resting near her foot and beats a hasty path out the door.

As the other four begin a heated debate about the merits and drawbacks of attending another Ember Island Players performance, Zuko silently follows after her, closing the door behind him. Katara turns when she hears him approach, leaning back against the railing of the porch. He holds out the bottle of whiskey to her, a silent offer that she accepts by holding out her empty glass.

“Oh, Zuko,” she deadpans as he pours her a couple fingers of the drink. “You’re so bad.”

He snorts. “Wrong bad guy, Katara.” Gazing out at the empty, rain-drenched courtyard, he rests his forearms on the railing. Katara bumps his arm with her hip.

“I’m just teasing,” she says softly.

He looks up at her. Feeling encouraged by the half-smile on her face and the whiskey in his belly, he straightens up and leans close. “You don’t have to make fun of me.” The words come out in a near growl that darkens her irises.

“I’ve had eyes for you for years,” she counters.

The melodrama inexplicably slips away from the exchange in favor of something fragile and honest. Zuko blinks at her, dumbstruck and rooted to the spot, as she leans in to press a kiss first to his forehead and then to his right cheek.

“I don’t care if anybody finds out about it.”

And then her lips find his left cheek, fragile and sweet in a way that hits the firebender’s heart with more force than the lightning he took for her seven years ago did. It’s on instinct that he follows her movement when she pulls back, her cheeks flushed. He presses his mouth to hers, hot and demanding, delighted by the noise of enthusiasm she makes before winding her arms around his neck and returning the kiss.

They’re so preoccupied that they don’t hear the door as it opens. What finally interrupts them is the yelling coming from inside the house.

“I’m telling you,” Toph hollers, “you don't want to go out there, Snoozles!”

Zuko’s lips freeze against Katara’s.

“Relax, would you? I’m just going to--Oh, gross!” Sokka yelps.

And then the door slams shut.

Send me a kiss prompt and a ship!