The Perfect Kiss

She was a vision in spring green, with that huge tea rose blossom pinned up in her hair. He couldn’t remember when he’d last seen her so clean and fresh and radiant and happy. Fastidious as Katara was, things had been crazy since that evening after the beach party. He’d gotten used to the smell of wood smoke in her hair and the tangy scent of girl sweat upon her skin. He'd probably miss it.

She moved toward him, gliding across the flagstones with all the grace of a princess. Her eyes shone with private joy and glimmer of something else. Her skin glowed bronze in the gold-orange sunset. A light summer breeze lifted her silky chestnut hair off her shoulders, and the sweet fragrance of the tea rose left ghostly impressions in his mind.

She said something…he wasn’t sure what. And then, as surely as the little skip and trip of his heart and breath warned him, she was there, kissing him, lips firm upon his. No confusion. No doubt.

It could only be described as the perfect kiss.

“What are you looking at?” Mai craned her neck.

Zuko rubbed at his new scar, a little too close to his heart for his comfort, and tore his stinging eyes away from the Avatar and his girl. “Nothing.”

I couldn't help myself. As much as I loved the finale, my inner Zutarian screams for fanfiction.