The Gift of the Magi
"I brought you something," he muttered, quickly and under his breath. "You don't have to keep it or like it or anything, but I was with my uncle in the market and I thought you could maybe use it."
He held out his offering and the girl took it gingerly, running her fingers over the shape and feel of it.
"It's to replace your water gourd," Zuko said, disturbed by her silence. "I noticed how small it was. This one's half again as large. It's sealed for water carriage of course, and the leather is Jaijenga hide. It doesn't burn, or freeze. Provided you don't throw it into a pit of lava like you did my helmut, it should last at least fifteen years. Sixteen. Sixteen maybe."
The lack of words was beginning to make him downright uncomfortable. He knew he'd surprised her with the gift; you won't supposed to get gifts for the girl you were seeing in secret. It was against the rules, and they needed rules--- they needed them desperately. Some guideline to keep them from forgetting that he was who he was, and she was who she was.
But she didn't have to stand there like it was the end of the fucking world. It was just a---
Katara threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and all rational thought fled the prince as she kissed him.
"I love it. I love it. It's perfect."
Fluff! Fully equipped with shamelessly schmoopy title.
I was thinking about it, and at some point I'm probably going to do a prequel drabble to the previous chapter. Cause now I've got this image in my head of the Blue Spirit ona beach.