"You're perfect." He murmurs to her, brushing a piece of stray hair from her eyes. The sun is setting in the distance, illuminating the room in a soft, orange glow. Azula stares into the older boy's bright blue eyes, noticing for the first time just how pretty they are.

Rising up on her tiptoes, she pulls him in for a kiss, breathing in a mixture of crisp ocean brine and cedar. Her eyes flutter shut as he kisses her back, deeper this time, his tongue sliding its way past her teeth. His rough hands cup her face gently. He takes a step closer to her, his hands moving down to rest at her waist, and she feels that her body's so heavy that if he wasn't there holding her up she might fall. He steadily leads her backwards until her heel hits something soft behind her. She quickly glances back and realizes she's run into the foot of her bed.

"So..?" He questions as she turns back to him.

"Mhmm…" She answers with another kiss, this time deeper, as he lifts her up onto the downy mattress behind her. She falls back onto the bed effortlessly and plays with the edge of his worn tunic as he leans over her. She tugs off his shirt to reveal smooth, tanned skin and toned muscle. Azula smiles a little in contentment as she runs her slender fingers through his dark hair. She feels a warm longing spreading through her body and all she wants is to be closer to him. He must notice this, because he smirks at her before continuing to trail kisses down her collarbone. Her heart is beating heavy as he lets one hand skim past her waist to her thighs, brushing under the hem of her silk robe. Her nails press into his shoulders lightly in anticipation as he...

Azula wakes up with a start, gasping for air. She sits up, her eyes darting around the dim room, sunlight just barely trickling in from behind heavy curtains.

Why was she dreaming about that water tribe boy? He's a peasant. He's the brother of the girl who ruined her life. He's…

The fire princess couldn't find much reasoning for hating him in that moment other than in the fact that he wasn't there with her now. Her head starts to ache and she slumps back into the bed, groaning in disappointment.

But they weren't even together. They weren't friends or acquaintances. She hasn't even spoken with him before except to insult him. He has a girlfriend.

Confused, she buries her face into one of her pillows and tries to fall back asleep.