#pookielicious

A soft breeze blew through the air, making the sand blow around like little glitter particles. Zuko's heavy breaths mixed with the sound of Katara mixing her homemade lemonade in a pitcher harmonize together beautifully.

Laughter. Not exactly Zuko's favorite sound. That is, until he hears that laugh. The laugh that could get him out of bed in the morning. The laugh that made his entire body tingle and feel alive.

You sit a few feet away from the fire nation boy, laughing along with Sokka. You two looked rather cozy. Cozier than Zuko would've liked. But he had to contain himself. He had no rights over you. You, as much as it pained him to think, were not his.

"So, Y/n, wanna spar? Don't worry, i'll go easy on ya." Sokka's voice cuts through the air like his boomerang, practically slicing and grating at Zuko's ears.

Zuko simply glares at the water tribe boy, walking up to stand behind you. He glowers down at Sokka, his presence intimidating, almost dark in a way.

You look up at him, smiling and oblivious. The look on your face made his heart melt. It made all of the tension in his body melt away in a moments notice.

Sokka continues, though. Clearly not taking Zuko's hint.

"So, about that sparri-"

"No." Zuko cuts him off.

"...No?" Sokka tilts his head.

"She'll be sparring with me."

Sokka scoffs. "I didn't hear her say that."

Zuko clenches his fist, resisting the urge to set Sokka's hair aflame.

"She doesn't have to."

"I'd actually like to hear what she has to say." Sokka says, a smirk on his face. He knows he's getting under Zuko's skin.

You look between the two boys. "I can spar bo-"

Just as you're about to finish your sentence, Zuko grasps your wrist in his hand, and pulls it to his mouth. His tongue pokes out from behind his lips, and licks a long stripe from your wrist to your knuckles.

"I call dibs." Zuko says, his eyes not leaving Sokka for a moment.

You and Sokka share the same shocked expression, your mouths hanging open and eyes blown wide.

Sokka stands up, walking away with a muttered "Whatever.".

You look up at Zuko, expecting and explanation, but all you get are small kisses to your hand and wrist.

"I'm sorry. He was getting really annoying."

You roll your eyes at Zuko's words.

"Did you really have to lick me?"

"I called dibs. You're mine now."

Zuko smirks, before leaning down to press a soft, loving kiss to your lips, which you of course reciprocate.

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