The night was a tangle of red bedsheets and passion. Of incense and hushed words. His hands sliding down her back and her hands sliding up his chest, in a perfect unison. He smelled strangely of forest and of some kind of potent spice…she could taste it on him too. Forest never really appealed to her, but dark eyes, brown hair, and a smooth way of speaking did. So she allowed Jet to tug at her hair and nibble her lip. It was a decent way to let off some stress. A sensual way to lose herself, if only for a moment. The scent of candles tickled her nose as she pulled him closer to her body and let her lips fall on the crook of his neck—she was intent on leaving some kind of mark. She could feel his hands rubbing her naked shoulder blades until she finally sought to pull away. She took a somewhat ragged breath, but didn't quite have time to catch it before Jet pressed a kiss on her chest and trailed them lower and lower still until he was beneath the bed sheets.
She closed her eyes and clutched the mattress as the pleasure seeped in.
She knew that he'd done this before and hoped that he was under the impression that she had too.
It was a fleeting moment though and he came out from under the covers, in her opinion, way too soon. So she assumed it was her turn to give. She pushed him somewhat forcefully onto his back, positioned herself atop the man and let intuition take control.
His moment was also brief. They soon lie staring at the ceiling, chests rising and falling as they tried to re-steady their breathing. A faint buzz of pleasure still lingered in Azula's mind. She rolled onto her side, put one arm over Jet's shoulder and held the opposite hand on his chest.
She must have fallen asleep by then.
Which made things a helluva lot easier for him.
In waking up, the bed was empty. Somewhere deep down she knew that he wouldn't be coming back into it. That she wouldn't be seeing him at all anymore. The truth of the matter was that the man had lied, he was still neck deep in his hatred of the Fire Nation and its people. As far as he was concerned, she was the embodiment of the Fire Nation. And if he could take something from her, he could take something from the Fire Nation itself.
Really, she should have known, he had a reputation. One that was talked about quite often. He took the time to boast about how he'd hooked up with TyLee. But that wasn't her business, if TyLee was through with him then he was hers for the taking. Azula also recalled him mentioning something about how she was much better in bed than "that Water Tribe girl" and something about how she was melodramatic anyways. "Fire Nation girls always do it better." He concluded.
She made a conclusion of her own. That she knew exactly what he was and what he was going to do, but she went ahead anyways just for the thrill…for the experience. She didn't have time to fall in love so she'd go in for a quick and easy one-night stand. No one was easier than Jet.
In retrospect it was painfully senseless of her.
A mistake she decided to herself.
That's all she was left with; the feeling that the night was a mistake.
That mistake would make itself known more clearly in nine month's time.