Hellooo, #35 for Zutara mayhaps? 💜
Hellloooooo friend! OH this is perfect for our adorable awkward turtleduck Zuko 💜 I hope it’s ok, I want to do a modern AU for this.
35. An awkward kiss given after a first date.
“I had a really great time tonight,” Katara said, fiddling with her keys. The dim light from her apartment hallway cast shadows over her face, but Zuko could still see her shining blue eyes, bright and beautiful and waiting for him to get his act together. He was 99% sure Katara was dawdling, waiting for him to kiss her goodnight, but he was so nervous he needed a minute to work himself up to asking.
“Uh, I did too,” he said, suddenly painfully aware of the way his arms hung at his side. What did people do with their arms? And his hands? Should he put them in his pockets? Reach for her? Zuko was pulled out of his spiraling thoughts when Katara spoke up again.
“I’d like to do it again sometime, if that’s ok with you?” She asked, her tone uncertain.
“Of course! More than ok with me!” Zuko quickly added. Katara giggled at his burst of speech, and while he felt himself blush, he was too preoccupied with the sound of her laugh to care.
“Okay, welllll, I guess that’s settled.” Katara bit her lip, her brows raising as she looked at him, waiting.
It was now or never.
“Can I kiss you?” He blurted out, immediately fighting the urge to facepalm over his awkwardness. Katara’s smile widened, her eyes flashing as she stepped closer to him.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she whispered. Zuko leaned down, brushing his lips against hers.
It wasn’t perfect, as he still had forgotten what he was supposed to do with his hands, and he didn’t angle his face quite right, so he mostly caught the side of her mouth, but he did it. Zuko pulled back, emboldened by the way Katara tried to follow him.
“I should have done this ages ago,” he whispered, and then he kissed her again.
This time it was nearly perfect, her soft lips warm against his, her hands tangling in his hair, his hand finally remembering to gently wrap around her waist and pull her closer.
When Katara pulled back she was breathless, a pretty pink blush dusting her cheeks. Her smile was brighter than the sun.
“Good night, Zuko,” she said, softly kissing his cheek and turning to unlock her door.
“Good night, Katara,” he said. She waved her fingers at him as she slowly closed the door. Zuko stumbled to his car, his mind replaying their kiss on a loop. It wasn’t until he got home and was brushing his teeth that he realized she had kissed his scarred cheek.
“Yep,” he muttered to himself as he got into bed, “shoulda done that ages ago.”
Though, if he had it his way, he’d be doing it again in the very near future.
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