"Is it too tight?"

The dainty foot in black diamond studded heels, shifted. "Perfect. How do I look?"

He rose, brushing finger tips over the sculpted leg of his wife hidden in silk brocade with a golden dragon leafed across its flapped neckline. Aang leaned over to kiss blood red lips. She melted in his arms, in the way that mirrored how she writhed underneath him in the Southern Air Temple last night on their vacation from their children.

"Perfect."

Of all the women he had been with, he considered Azula the most dressy and manipulative when it came to getting the latest expensive jewelry. Katara was his first, a headstrong woman who did have a special taste for clothing but never considered it her only focus. Jian, an Air Acolyte who took an interest in him, did not had much of a taste - which did not worry him. She had been a sweet girl with a fondness for flowers.

Azula had been quite the surprise.

She adorned herself in the latest fashion and grew very picky about the jewelry and clothes she wore. Azula avidly visited the Royal Spa often after a day's worth of politics and training. She would kiss the side of his jaw on the very spot that made him take out the money to buy her the one brooch she found in a local boutique located at the heart of Fountain City, or the pair of shoes she could not live without.

"Careful, we may end up making another one right this moment," she said against his lips.

"The more, the merrier."

Another kiss. Azula moaned softly, bracing her hands over his shoulder. He didn't care that a few of the palace mongers saw them. Roaming his hands underneath her bottom, she smirked against his lips.

"You don't mind a number five?"

Aang bit her lower lip. "I was hoping for a number eight."

"Try that, and I'll burn you alive."


End Note - Another one shot I had.