We're So Cute, It's Not Even Punny

"Come on, Zuko! You can do better than that!" Katara taunted me from the opposite end of the field. Trees were scorched and mud was flying. The water she was bending twisted and twirled in front of her.

Twisting, I shove my foot out, and a flame of fire shoots out of my little piggies.

Katara extinguishes it with a swell of water, and steam floats up.

"See Katara? We're steamy," I say, sending a fireball at her bare legs. She was clad in her swan white under garments, and I was only wearing my pants, my having been soaked with sweat and discarded.

"Hah! In your dreams!" she yells, and water coats my hands and freezes. When the cold becomes too much, I let fire burst in my hands and the ice melt.

"Talk about a cold rejection," I tease. "Okay, you win, I surrender."

Katara smiles, and my heart goes up in flames. "I knew it. You can't stand the heat."

"Stop it- my eyes are watering."

"You're so hot-headed."

"GOD! Can you guys stop with the cheesy puns already?" Sokka yells from the forest. We laugh, and I kiss Katara, lightly on the lips. She wrinkles her nose in mock disgust and mutters, "Ew!"

"Oh, now you done it, Katara. NOW YOU DONE IT!"

She screams as I chase her around the field. Katara turns around and growls at me playfully. I tackle her and pin her to the ground. Her dark brown hair frames her beautiful face as she laughs up at me.

"Girl, you are smoking," I grin at her as she smacks me.

I lean down and kiss her deeply, my hands intertwined in hers.

When we separate, she whispers, "I love you."

I smile at her softly. "I know, I know. I love you too.