Zuko couldn't keep the probably cocky grin off his face as he stopped by the florist to pick up some flowers. He took the time to touch and admire a flower while he was waiting for his bunch to be wrapped and with a warm smile, he bowed his head as he paid and left.
Unlike Katara, he was more excited than nervous about seeing her again. He ran his hand through his hair after pulling up in front of her house and took a deep breath before grabbing the flowers next to him and walking up towards the front door. He looked around the yard, almost shaking his head at how similar it looked to the last time he was there. Why did he think it would be entirely different? He grinned at the quacking he heard from the back. Tucking the flowers behind him, he rang the doorbell.
Katara didn't jump fifty feet in the air. She definitely didn't accidentally bend the water from a vase into a bookcase, knocking over a few medical texts. Instead, she slowly, slowly, steadied her heartbeat as she replaced the books (oops), straightened her skirt, and walked over to open the front door.
She almost couldn't say anything when Zuko came into view, because memories of the other night hit her at full force. Her mouth dropped open just slightly as she saw him, silent and waiting with flowers; all she could hear was him whispering in her ear, all she could feel was the ghost of his fingertips along her skin --
-- she swallowed. Hard. She was too old for this sort of ridiculousness. "Hi."
"Hey," Zuko greeted back. He took a moment to study her up and down, letting his eyes follow the ruffles along her body and sending her an intimate look. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, keeping the flowers behind him.
Katara tried to not return his kiss so desperately, really, she did. She gave it her best shot. However, after about half a second, she stood on her tip-toes, looped her arms around his neck and immersed herself in him. Yes, she was practically making out with Zuko in her doorway, and the neighbors were definitely going to talk, but she couldn't quite imagine the cons outweighing the pros in this particular situation.
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Unlike Katara, he was more excited than nervous about seeing her again. He ran his hand through his hair after pulling up in front of her house and took a deep breath before grabbing the flowers next to him and walking up towards the front door. He looked around the yard, almost shaking his head at how similar it looked to the last time he was there. Why did he think it would be entirely different? He grinned at the quacking he heard from the back. Tucking the flowers behind him, he rang the doorbell.
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She almost couldn't say anything when Zuko came into view, because memories of the other night hit her at full force. Her mouth dropped open just slightly as she saw him, silent and waiting with flowers; all she could hear was him whispering in her ear, all she could feel was the ghost of his fingertips along her skin --
-- she swallowed. Hard. She was too old for this sort of ridiculousness. "Hi."
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She'd made the right lip gloss choice after all.
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