AN: AU where Azula is being forced to marry someone (I'm not saying who). For Azula Appreciation Day plus a some Sokkla because everyone needs some. The beginning is a little NSFW, so that's why it has an M rating. Sorry for anything that sounds OOC or any other mistakes. I'm evil. ;_;
The Night Before the Wedding
A searing kiss between two lovers who met in secret. One of fire and one of water. Combining together to create steam. Battle has now commenced, can the ocean engulf a fire and cease it from existing or will the fire engulf the ocean until the ocean ceases to exist? Azula gave a passionate kiss to Sokka, and probably one of her last ones ever. Sokka eagerly reciprocated Azula's gesture by moving his hands to grab her by the hips and pulling her closer. Azula was not one to give her opponent a simple win, so she had to do anything within her power for her opponent to declare her the victor. She extended her tongue out from her mouth to tease Sokka's lips.
When Sokka felt her warm tongue engage with his lips, he opened his mouth to allow his tongue to feel the same courtesy, but Azula deviously retracted her tongue as a smirk etched itself on her face. Sokka took matters into his own hands; if Azula wanted to toy with him, he would make sure to overwhelm her and declare victory over the other strategist. Sokka pressed harder on Azula's lips, giving him easier access to her mouth. He could feel that smirk she made with her lips and Sokka even felt as if he was being glanced at.
Azula questioned why Sokka showed this amount of force for a kiss after just a simple teasing, however she realized when Sokka's teeth captured her bottom lip and gave a bite. If one thing was not enough she even felt Sokka's hand slide down her back and squeeze her backside possessively. Azula was starstruck at such a bold move being initiated by Sokka, and she yearned for him to continue. At the same time, this was also a competition, and Azula had to express her dominance over Sokka. If Sokka would be bold enough to give a territorial squeeze, then she would do the exact same.
Azula's hand moved quickly down, yet slithered down until the root of her hand reached Sokka's trousers, and started to give a sensual massage. Sokka's glaciar-like irises opened to face a surprise of Azula being just as bold, if not even more bold than he was. Her hand felt so pleasurable, but he needed this to stop before he would allow this to continue. Having sex with the Fire Nation princess is one thing, but having sex with the princess before her wedding would have him executed. "Azula, we can't do this anymore" Sokka said in a reluctant tone. He knew Azula did not want to get married, and he pleaded any spirit above him to allow her to sever ties with her fiancé that they both detested with a passion. His hands went to her shoulders to put distance between them, but that move felt like a blow to his heart.
Azula lost sight of the fact that by noon - when the sun would be the strongest - she would be a married woman, and she could no longer be able to see Sokka easily. She did not want to get married to the son of the richest nobleman. She felt as if this was a scheme for Ozai to have more power along with the nobleman at the expense of Azula's happiness. The look in Azula's golden irises depicted her fear as she removed her hand from Sokka's trousers and went to cling to Sokka desperately. Her hands were wrapped tightly around Sokka's arms, wrinkling his otherwise neat navy blue sleeves when she pulled him closer by his shirt. She gave one last longing look towards her lover, as if to memorize his features. Cerulean orbs that were as clear and soft like the water from the beaches in Ember Island. High cheekbones and a masculine jawline that clenched in a mixed state of anger and sorrow. Feather-like lips that she became accustomed to tasting. Strong, callused hands that were holding her in place.
Her eyes were ringed with red, and tears were threatening to fall. "Sokka, I-" Azula cut herself off immediately when she felt a sob reverberate through her body. Her lips came together quickly, angling her head down before she collapsed into Sokka's broad chest. Azula was unable to say a word in fear that if she were to say something, sobs would escape her, and their positions and lives would be compromised. She could feel her lips start to tremble, and she had to reacquire her composure before she were to cry in front of Sokka.
Sokka's hands went from her shoulders and returning to being wrapped around her body in a protective manner. Azula rarely showed her emotions like this, for her father claimed that emotions were "useless." Onyx eyeliner and tears stained Sokka's shirt as Azula was unable to hold her composure. She tilted her head up to meet Sokka's equally hurt eyes that started to form tears. Her lips were tightly closed to prevent her from releasing a sob until Sokka moved his hand to wipe away the trail of her tears that marred her otherwise impeccable beauty. Azula felt as if she herself were a dam that held back her emotions, however her dam was breaking, and her sorrowful emotions were leaking faster than the damage to the dam can be repaired.
And then the entire dam collapsed on itself. Azula sank back onto Sokka's chest, and resumed staining Sokka's shirt with her makeup. "I can't lose you, Sokka. I don't want to get married to him" she sobbed, clutching onto Sokka for dear life. It was as if Azula's dream of being with Sokka was crumbling and falling into the dark nothingness. Azula felt as if Sokka was slipping through her fingers, despite clutching onto his tunic to the point her knuckles shifted to change their usual color to white. For a prodigious firebender who was globally renowned, Azula never felt so cold in her life. The humid air of the Fire Nation summers did nothing to change the feeling of being frozen in space.
The more she clung to Sokka, the harder it was to let her go. Sokka imagined Azula's grand wedding with her future husband: imagining her eyes being cold and distant, a facial expression of indifference, and a walk of confidence. Although Azula was a master of concealing her emotions, her cold and distant eyes would really be eyes showed terror and regret, her facial expression of indifference would actually be a heavy frown, and that walk of confidence would be a slumping walk of shame and humiliation. Sokka's hands immigrated to Azula's cheeks to lift her head up again to say something - anything to soothe her. Sokka was known for being the one who could cheer Azula up, but for the first time in his life he was unable to. He could not say anything, Sokka felt like there was no words to be said anymore. He seemed to have lost all logical thought processing when he saw and heard Azula beginning to cry.
One look into Azula's once lustrous, gleaming eyes and Sokka could not contain himself either. Sokka remembered molden gold irises shining whenever any of Azula's plans would work or the twinkle in her eye when she pleaded to Sokka to stop making her laugh, but those eyes were not there any longer. The only look that remained was the regret of not being together earlier. She was regretful for yelling at Sokka for something petty when she could have been wrapped in his protective arms. Azula regretted not being able to kiss Sokka longer to remember the feeling of his soft lips or the taste of his tongue whenever they met in secret to share passionate moments that had to be cut off immediately before they would allow their emotions to cause them to have sex. But most of all, Azula regretted being born a princess. Everything that involved Sokka had to be done in secret. Azula and Sokka both had to refrain from smiling at each other when walking into a room. If she was not a princess, maybe she and Sokka could be together.
This version of Azula became scarred into his mind. Azula was once confident - arrogant even, but now Azula was the shivering, terrified, crying young woman clinging onto him. Sokka lost his sanity. Those eyes were no longer like the Azula he remembered. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes; unable to force the tears that were threatening to fall to go away. Angling his head slightly down and to the side, Sokka's tears cascaded down his cheeks. Azula would no longer be his when no one was paying attention. He would not be able to frequent the Fire Nation under the lie of "diplomatic relations" between the Fire Nation and the Southern Water Tribe to see Azula before going back home again to plan for the next meeting. His hands fell from her cheeks before wrapping his arms around her body and pulling Azula close to him.
"I can't go through with this, Azula. I don't want you to get married to him" Sokka held Azula as tightly as he could, sobbing vehemently and whispering his undying love for her. "I want to marry you, Sokka, not him. I only love you" Azula whispered in between sobs, wrapping her own arms around Sokka. Each inhaling the others intoxicating scent while their tears stained the others' clothes.
Their time was marked from the beginning. Sokka and Azula could never be together because Azula was a Fire Nation princess born in luxury while Sokka was from the war-torn Southern Water Tribe. Their people would never accept their marriage, but their love was real. The love of Sokka and Azula made other romance stories of the Southern Water Tribe and the Fire Nation sound bland and uninteresting. Their love was constructed by the spirits, but their circumstances were clear that Sokka and Azula could never be a couple.
Azula never felt warm again in her life. All she felt was that there was something missing to give her the feeling of being warm again...
Sokka never felt complete again. All he felt was his heart being torn up into smaller pieces every time he thought of princess Azula...
