For ObeliskX ~ I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind. I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender or the song Nicotine by Panic! At the Disco.

This A Series of Atypical Stories story summary is: Gender-swap! All he'd wanted was a rematch with the Fire Nation Princess.

2: Nicotine (Zuki/Sukka/Jetko)

The Princess had obviously gotten better with those dual dao swords of hers as well as her firebending, even going as far as to combine both to create something even more deadly. Although she wasn't on the level that her Brother was, she was still a formidable opponent, or she had been when she'd successfully captured him and the rest of his warriors. Questioning him as well as the rest about the whereabouts of the Avatar – Sokka had snorted, turning her nose up at him while muttering something along the lines of men being incompetent warriors.

Yeah - maybe he was still a little peeved about the blow to his skills as a successful warrior if the Princess could single-handedly capture him and his men. And if he so happens to be lingering on the outskirts of both Sokka and Princess Zuko's field of vision, waiting for the two girls to finish their training to approach the Princess and challenge her to a friendly spar then so be it.

"What are you doing?"

Suki refuses to jump; he simply meets Jet's suspicious gaze and shrugs, "Watching the show."

Jet narrows her sharp eyes before turning to face the other two females – Suki knows of Jet's involvement with the Princess, he knows how important the Princess is to Jet and her fragile psyche, he knows they're in love with each other even if they aren't as public about their affections as he and Sokka are. After a handful of minutes, the two friends disband their session, Sokka grinning widely as her mouth moves rapid-fire while Zuko smiles amused and content. The Princess has a beautiful smile. Suki steps forward, he can't hear Jet, but he knows the girl is following close behind – she's like a possessive lover. Actually, she is a possessive lover.

The Princess is the first to notice them, there's a split-second of confusion before her eyes light up and her smile brightens, she steps forward, her hands, deceptively soft yet powerful, reaches out. Suki sees movement to his right. Jet meets her girlfriend halfway so their fingers lace together and squeeze lightly:

Zuko questions, "What are you doing here?"

Jet offers a pretty smile, "Watching the show."

The only male amongst the girls catches on to the jab made at him.

"What about you?" Sokka pipes up, her voice filled with suspicion and blue eyes reflecting smugly, "Trying to learn a thing or two about fighting like a real warrior?"

Suki loves the girl, he really does but she can be ridiculous sometimes, "I can fight."

"Hmm," Sokka makes a show of looking him up and down, a hand cupping her chin, "I guess you can, but maybe if you put on a bit more muscle and had less testosterone pumping through your body, you'd be able to beat me in a match. And stopped thinking with the head between your legs."

"I do not - !"

"Too much information!" Zuko interrupts, "I don't want to hear about any of this!"

"Oh please," Sokka huffs, crossing her arms across her chest, "Not like you or Lil' Miss Heartbreaker over there haven't done the deed before. I don't see why you're so worked up about it."

Zuko splutters but Jet rolls her eyes, "When will you get over me using you guys?"

"You broke my little brother's heart!" Sokka screeches, "He was innocent and carefree before he laid eyes on you! You twisted his naïve little heart before shattering it into a million little pieces!"

"I don't need to hear this." Jet mutters, she places a quick kiss to her girlfriend's temple and begins walking away, "Come find me when you're done cleaning up."

"Ok - ?"

"Hey!" Sokka calls after her, "I'm not done with you!" she chases after Jet, "Jet! Get back here!"

Silence.

"Do you think they'll ever stop hating each other?"

"I don't think they hate each other," Zuko says tentatively, "They just – can't stand each other."

Suki turns a grin on Zuko, "Is there a difference?"

Zuko smiles, a small giggle escaping her, "There is."

Silence.

The Kyoshi Warrior watches the Fire Nation Princess move to collect her outer robe while removing the tie that kept her choppy shoulder-length hair from her face, she's different, she looks like any other girl her age without the threat and burden of her title wearing her down, she seems more comfortable with herself, freer. Suki is genuinely happy for the girl.

But.

"I want to spar."

"Spar?" Zuko blinks her yellow eyes at him, "Why?"

"Payback."

"Payback." she looks bewildered, "What did I do?"

"Captured my men and I," Suki says with a straight-face, "Then interrogated us."

He watches Zuko blink before realization strikes across her face, a small oh forming upon her painted lips, she looks down at her hands that are now wringing her outer shirt, most likely wrinkling it – all is silent until she sighs and throws her shirt aside, she begins to pull her hair back into a low ponytail and tying it off. She looks up at him through thick black lashes, her firebender eyes darkening a smidgen.

"Fine." she says all traces of calm disappearing and being replaced with utter seriousness, "If that's what you want. But if Jet makes me sleep alone, I'm blaming you for everything."

Suki can't help but smirk, "Fine by me."

Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea. They had been sparring for a good Spirits knows how many minutes, matching one another's blows point by point, neither giving nor taking ground, executing their strikes with precision and little hesitation. Quick and fierce. The Princess was determined, her brow creased, her eyes dark, her face flushed pink, dark fringe sticking to her sweat soaked skin, and her lips pulled into a tight line – the picture she made was, was indescribable if he were to be honest, and the more he tried to recollect the image, the more it evaporated with nothing but the feeling in his chest as a reminder of something beyond him.

What he was trying to get at is – he kissed her. Pressed his lips to hers. She was warm. Soft.

Don't get him wrong, he loves Sokka and her antics, but – damn.

Now here they stood. The Princess staring at him with wide eyes and mouth open, looking very scandalized. And she had every right to be if he were to be honest with himself.

"I - ," she finally croaks out, "What – what was that? I thought - ? You and Sokka?"

"It just happened - ," he says, embarrassment beginning to stain his cheeks red, "I wasn't - ,"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence as his feet are suddenly swept out from underneath him and he falls flat on his back with the Princess's swords pressed against his throat, he feels the edges of the blade nick his skin, he sees a look of mixed emotions flash across her face but her eyes reveal a smugness about her before her lips pull up into a victorious smirk.

"I win."

Suki realizes that while the Princess had been surprised by the sudden kiss, she didn't hold it against him, hell, she even took the opportunity to use his moment of stupidity against him. Maybe Sokka was right.

"Oh this is just too rich ~ !" speaking of Sokka, his girlfriend soon appears in his sight looking down at him, her lips quirked humorously, "How does it feel to be beat by a girl ~ ? A Princess no less ~ ?"

Suki only sighs while Sokka and Zuko high-five one another – night falls, Suki feels sleep begin to creep upon his consciousness, but before he can fall asleep, he feels someone prod his shoulder. Letting his eyes adjust to the dim lighting coming from the moon, he sees Zuko of all people staring down at him. Not only is it weird, but a little worrisome.

"Jet making you sleep alone?" he finally asks, voice a quiet whisper.

"No." Zuko shakes her head, "I just want to talk – about what happened."

Suki purses his lips, "It was an accident, it was stupid and it won't happen again."

"I'm flattered though." her voice is lighter, teasing, he chuckles, "But I'm glad we're okay." she sits upon the ground beside his bedroll, "To be honest, I was afraid things were going to get messy."

"We're good, it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing and I really do love Sokka." he pauses thoughtfully, a small smile forming, "Even with her ridiculous notions and crazy schemes."

"If it's any consolation, I think you're a talented warrior."

"Thanks."

Zuko smiles and that's it, he watches the Princess stand and walk back to the lump that is Jet. In the morning, both agree not to mention the spontaneous kiss to their significant others.

Getting kind of sleepy, gonna go to bed ~ hope you liked this.