prompts: rim of the glass/melt/crackle/hips/doe/sinewy and beautiful/teeth

notes: haha. I was supposed to write this awhiiiile ago; enjoy! :)

Katara is a waterbender.

Because of this, she has the unabashed urge to stare at it in every form it takes—when it melts, when it's in the air, when she's drinking it, when she's bathing in it.

She likes to model her movement after it, because Katara is the water. Not many people realize it, but water is not merely gentle and soothing—it is also sinewy and beautiful and Katara likes that about it and, while she watches the mesmerizing water, she subconsciously follows it's ripples and flows.

But, despite her thoughts about water, it is not the only element she admires.

Zuko, for example, is no waterbender—he is the exact opposite, in fact—but, when he sits next to her, he sets parts of her on fire without even touching her.

Her pulse rapidly increases and her cheeks burn in a way that Aang and her brother will worriedly stare at her and, even Toph, with her blindness, seems to see it.

She is fixed with a compulsion to scoot near to him, because when he actually touches her, Katara enjoys it even more.

Zuko is a firebender.

He knows better now, about what that means, what it makes him. Because fire is not only rage—not only the rage that used to drive him, drag him down and then through life. And, by association, Zuko does not only feel rage. Fire isfeeling everything: the sun's rays beating down on his face, the warmth radiating off of other people's bodies.

Fire is passion.

Zuko always thinks about the last one, when he sees Katara.

There is a certain way to Katara that has his passion bubbling up in his heart, his veins, his mind. And when the bubble crackles and pops, and their eyes meet, with secrets that they will never share with anyone else, they are approaching the moment when they will be so far gone that, soon enough, they'll just decide not to think anymore.

He'll hold her hips tightly, like she's liquid and she'll slip out of his hands if he doesn't.

Their teeth will first skim each other's, hesitantly, like they're ghosting over the rim of a glass.

And when they're done just tasting, Katara's control—or what little she has left—will fall and Zuko's tiny grin will draw her in towards him, because his fire attracts her water. And vice versa.

Her big, doe-like eyes will close slowly and his hold on her hips will slink to the small of her back.

Snap. Crackle. Pop. Their bubbles have burst.