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A warm hand silently slipped over his. Slender fingers curved over his and squeezed gently. "No problem," she assured him quietly. Her eyes remained on the little creatures swimming before them. "That's what I'm here for." A drop of water landed between them and soon, they found themselves caught in the rain. Golden eyes closed tiredly as he shifted in his seat. His hand pulled out from under hers and for a moment Katara felt her heart sink. Humiliation rushed in as a wave of rejection came crashing down. Mentally, she cursed herself for acting impulsively. She had just wanted to reassure him that she was always willing to help.

She didn't mean for a simple gesture to mean than that. Then again, perhaps she had meant it, too. Replaying her movements in her mind, she chastised herself for even thinking that perhaps Zuko wanted her as a good friend and not just a Water Tribe peasant who he had to tolerate for the sake of peace. Had he understood the meaning? Was he disgusted? Angry? Would he stop feeding the turtle ducks with her? She was about to move her hand away when a larger, calloused hand covered it gently. Fingers wove through hers and curled around her hand reassuringly.

He would be there the next night.

~The Rhythm of the Rain by DamageCtrl [link]

As soon as I thought the word "Zutara" followed by the word "rhythm" I came up with this idea. That fanfic is... my absolute most favoritest fanfic ever, of any fandom. :] I love it. Unfortunately, my picture doesn't quite match up, because they aren't quite holding hands, but they're pretty close. :]

Happy Zutara Week!

Crossover | Jealousy | Cactus Juice | Fireflies | Rhythm | Lick

Description
A warm hand silently slipped over his. Slender fingers curved over his and squeezed gently. "No problem," she assured him quietly. Her eyes remained on the little creatures swimming before them. "That's what I'm here for." A drop of water landed between them and soon, they found themselves caught in the rain. Golden eyes closed tiredly as he shifted in his seat. His hand pulled out from under hers and for a moment Katara felt her heart sink. Humiliation rushed in as a wave of rejection came crashing down. Mentally, she cursed herself for acting impulsively. She had just wanted to reassure him that she was always willing to help.

She didn't mean for a simple gesture to mean than that. Then again, perhaps she had meant it, too. Replaying her movements in her mind, she chastised herself for even thinking that perhaps Zuko wanted her as a good friend and not just a Water Tribe peasant who he had to tolerate for the sake of peace. Had he understood the meaning? Was he disgusted? Angry? Would he stop feeding the turtle ducks with her? She was about to move her hand away when a larger, calloused hand covered it gently. Fingers wove through hers and curled around her hand reassuringly.

He would be there the next night.

~The Rhythm of the Rain by DamageCtrl [link]

As soon as I thought the word "Zutara" followed by the word "rhythm" I came up with this idea. That fanfic is... my absolute most favoritest fanfic ever, of any fandom. :] I love it. Unfortunately, my picture doesn't quite match up, because they aren't quite holding hands, but they're pretty close. :]

Happy Zutara Week!

Crossover | Jealousy | Cactus Juice | Fireflies | Rhythm | Lick