"I'm trying!" Katara shouted. "It just doesn't feel right!"

Zuko scowled. "Your movements are too fluid. Firebending is force, raw power."

She wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms. "I'm sorry if my movements are too graceful to mimic firebending," He narrowed his eyes at her, "but I was born a waterbender."

"If I can learn waterbending movements you can learn firebending ones." He was firm, unyielding.

"It's not my nature." Katara rubbed her forehead in frustration. "There's just- it feels wrong, you know?" She looked at him questioningly.

He smirked, deciding to change tactics. "Well, I can understand if you're not good enough..."

Color flooded her cheeks. "I never said that!" He chuckled to himself. "We're going through the set again."

"Whatever you say, Katara, but I think you might need a break."

She nearly snarled. "Look here, Sparky, you asked if I wanted to learn firebending moves and I want to learn them!"

He held up his hands defensively. "Okay, okay, we'll do it your way." He fell into a basic stance and she mimicked him.

They were interrupted by a servant. "Lord Zuko, Master Katara?" They both turned. "Dinner will be ready shortly."

Katara sighed in frustration. "Thank you. We're done here anyway." She swept past the servant without a backward glance.

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She spun through the forms, pulling the water along. She was fierce, powerful, aggressive- "You're not trying."

She ignored the urge to glare at Zuko. "I am trying!"

"Then you're not really feeling the motions."

She raised an eyebrow, looking over her shoulder at him. "I suppose you're here to help me... feel the motion?"

His face was burning but he ignored it. “If you’ll let me.” She nodded once, looking back towards the water in the pond. “You said you wanted to learn, right? I’m just trying to help.”

“Some help.” She muttered.

He walked up behind her, his arms crossed. “Do you want my help or not?”

Katara leaned up against him, tugging slightly at her skirt. “And you think you can help me?”

“Uh-huh.” Zuko replied quickly, feeling her soft curves pressed against his body.

She brushed her hair behind her ear, tilting her face up towards his slowly. “How do you plan on doing that?”

Her voice was husky. Zuko looked down at her dark skin against the soft blue of her skirt, then back up at her face. She gave him a sly smile. “How about I show you?” He whispered before pressing his lips to hers.