Zutara Week Day Seven: Lick

“*grumble*”

“Oh, come on, Zuko!  Don’t be such a killjoy!” Katara scolded him lightly.

That was easy for her to say.  She sat there, eating ice cream, while he was paying for every damn thing!  And this place was EXPENSIVE.

“At least order yourself some,” she said, enjoying her chocolate ice cream.

“I. HAVE. NO MONEY. THANKS. TO. YOU!”

She put feigned hurt.  “Zuzu—“

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” he yelled, turning a few heads.  Katara smiled around apologetically, before turning around to glare at Zuko.  “You don’t have to yell!” she whispered furiously.  

He just growled, crossed his arms, and pouted.  He looked so much like a little kid throwing a tantrum, Katara had to bite down on her tongue to keep herself from laughing.  She couldn’t mask the goofy smile spreading on her face, and Zuko’s scowl deepened.

“What?” he snapped, shaking the hair out of his face.  (I always have to remind you that in my stories, Zuko ALWAYS has long hair.  Because he looks…better with long, shaggy hair, than he does bald)

Katara immediately sobered up.  “It’s nothing.”  She turned her attention back to her delicious, creamy, chocolate ice cream, licking it slowly, and moaning softly to herself, too soft for anyone but Zuko to hear.

Zuko’s ears perked up.  He stared at her, wondering how just a scoop of ice cream could give her so much pleasure.  His mood worsened, if possible, and he immediately mentally slapped himself.

'Jealous of a little bit of ice cream…how pathetic.'

“No, really, Zuko, you should order yourself some!  This stuff is GENIUS!  You can’t be out of ALL of your money!” Katara insisted, and, unknown to her, a little smudge of ice cream on her cheek moved to her mouth.  

“Too bad that I am.  But I could try some…” and he leaned forward and licked the ice cream off her cheek, mentally grinning when he felt her cheeks heat up.

“Mmm…it is good!”