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Zuko looked at her, wanting to scream at her. She was so wrong.
"That's all you want, to be 'daddy's little boy' again, isn't it?" she accused him.
They both stood in Zuko's small little room, the door shut behind them. Zuko sunk down onto the bed in the corner of the room.
Looking up at her, he said quietly, "You're wrong."
You want to know what I want? All I want is…
"I have a hard time believing you." She glared at him.
…to see your smile.
She folded her arms, looking expectantly at Zuko for an answer.
"I want… All I want is…" He stood up and paced the room.
…to walk towards your arms.
Katara's eyes softened a little as she watched him pace. She could see how he was putting the words together in his head.
She was wrong; she could see it in his eyes. But she couldn't let her guard down. She let her arms down. She wanted to reach out and touch him, tell him that she was sorry.
…to feel your touch.
He stopped pacing and looked at her. His once stern golden eyes were now soft and had a caring look in them. He loved those blue eyes, that dark skin, that auburn hair, her soft lips, her strong hands…
"I've realized who he is and what he's doing to the world," was all Zuko could think to say.
…to hold your hand.
Katara looked at him uneasily for a minute, questioning him with her eyes. He stood his ground and looked at her steadily.
"What's the truth?" she said after a long, tedious minute.
…to caress your body.
"That is the truth," he tried to convince her. How could he tell her the truth?
"Well, I – I don't believe you." She folded her arms again and leaned her weight on her right side.
…to graze your lips.
He longed for her. He longed to hold her, to kiss her, to make her his. He leaned towards her, wanting to kiss her, and stumbled forward, regaining his balance.
She took a step back and held her hands up in a defensive position. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Her voice suddenly softened, though her body remained stiff.
…to kiss your soul.
"No," Zuko said under his breath.
"What's wrong?" Katara took a step forward, and reached out, ready to catch him if he fell.
"I can't tell you." His voice was so quiet she was barely able to hear him.
…to open your heart.
Her hands where on his shoulders now, steadying him.
"Why? What did you do?"
"Not that. I can't tell you why."
Katara looked at him, utterly confused.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. "The truth."
…to enter a new world.
She sat him down on the edge of the bed and sat next to him, removing her hands from his shoulders.
"I just – just can't."
…to linger in the moment.
Katara just sat, her forehead wrinkled and her mouth ajar, not knowing what to say.
He looked at her, his golden eyes soft yet serious.
"This scar isn't me. I've changed. I swear it, Katara. I swear."
…to succumb to this passion.
She abruptly stood up, furious now. "If you're going try and hurt Aang, you're going to have to deal with me." She shoved her thumb to her chest.
A small grin crossed his face.
"What are you smiling about?" she demanded.
"You're all I want to deal with," he said, with a sweet tone in his voice.
All I want is to give you everything you want.
"What are you talking about?" she said a little more softly, less accusingly.
"That's the truth."
She questioned him with her eyes, not saying anything.
"You're all I want."
All I want is to tell you I love you.