PART I
They were fighting again.
Just like they had been since he'd arrived at the palace last week. She was pretty sure she'd started it this time, but it hardly mattered. Their raised voices ricocheted through the polite conversation of Zuzu's stuff little dinner party like an errant volley of hellfire.
"You're an idiot!"
"And you need to get off of your high horse, Princess!"
"How dare you speak to me like that?"
"Truth hurts!"
"Hey! HEY!" Zuko interrupted, pushing between Sokka and Azula with a shove. "Look, you two have been at each other's throats all week, and I'm tired of it! Act like grown ups for once! Sokka, she's baiting you! Azula...whatever you're doing, stop it!"
Azula's eyes flashed. "I'm not doing anything! He's—"
"Me? Princess, I know exactly what you're doing, even if you don't," Sokka said, and something in the tone of his voice made her stomach drop. She met his gaze—as blue as icebergs—and then looked away, crossing her arms over her chest. A little smile quirked his lips and it was smug. "But I think you do."
Her mouth opened a little. And then shut again. Her pulse was racing all of a sudden.
Zuko looked between them and then threw up his hands. "I don't want to know. Just stop going at each other all the damned time!"
And with that, the Fire Lord walked away in disgust, leaving her standing there staring at that knowing smile on Sokka's lips. Oh, that mouth. That stupid, stubborn, smart ass mouth of his... If only he'd use it for—
But she stopped that thought dead in its tracks, her eyes widening. Her chin jutted out as she raised it. "What are you staring at?"
"You."
"Well, stop," she snapped.
"You don't want me to, and we both know that."
"Ugh!" she said, holding up a hand and turning on her heel. She marched away from him, through the onlookers who had watched their fight from the sidelines, past servants with trays of food and through the double doors that lead into the labyrinthine guts of the palace. The party fell away behind her as she entered the quiet hush of the echoing corridors, her soft little party shoes barely making a sound on the marble floors. Her red dress trailed the floor with a swish of stiff fabric.
When she heard the hard drum of his footsteps behind her, she bit down on inside of her lip. Heat climbed up the back of her neck, but she didn't turn around. Instead, she turned a corner, leading him down a seldom-used corridor, straight into the most lonely section of the palace.
Her heart was hammering in her chest.
"You know what your problem is?" Sokka shot at her as he stamped after her. She lifted her voluminous red skirt off of the floor and rolled her eyes.
"I don't have a problem! You do!"
"Yeah, and that problem is you! Your problem is you're tired of playing nice all the time, Princess!" Sokka snapped, as she rounded yet another corner and stamped into another deserted hallway. She knew every twist and turn of the palace, every hidden nook and out of the way cranny...
Heat flooded her cheeks and whipped around to face the tall Water Tribe man, with his stupid haircut and his dumb, dreamy blue eyes, and his broad shoulders, and big hands, and that idiotic mouth that never shut up. She felt the heat flash up her spine as she glared at him.
"Take that back! I've never played nice once in my entire life and you know it!"
"Sure you haven't," Sokka said sarcastically, and scrunched his nose at the same time—a combination that made her throat tighten. Her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms. "I've been watching you."
"I know you have. You can't keep your eyes off of me," she said, brow arching. It was the truth and they both knew it. How often had she found his gaze drifting toward her the last week? And how often had she said something nasty to him just to rile him up? Zuko was right, she'd been baiting him all week.
It would have been less satisfying if it hadn't worked every single time.
His tongue ran along the inside of his lower lip and she felt something, something familiar go through her. It was like a cyclone. Her skin buzzed and she felt more heat expand through her chest. He took a step forward.
"Same to you," he said, cocking his head at her, brows rising. "I think you like what you see."
"I think you're a cocky, smug, arrogant little shit!"
"And I think you're bored of being the good girl at Zuko's little dinner parties. I think you miss being bad."
"You think that's why I've been picking fights with you?"
"That," he said with a nod, and then grinned savagely. "And you want to fuck me so bad that it's pissing you off."
She stared at him. He stared at her. She could see him daring her to deny it, just daring her to.
"You think I want to fuck you?" she said in a very calm, very hushed voice. Everything inside of her seemed to stop, to wait.
"Absolutely."
"You," she said, advancing on him, her finger jabbing into his chest, "arrogant—"
Sokka laughed, and swiped her hand away. "You already called me that."
"—Self-important—" Jab. Jab. "—Immature—" Jab. Jab.
"Sexy!" he interjected as she jabbed at him again. "Don't forget sexy!"
"You're not sexy! You're—you're—" But she didn't have the words. Sokka swiped her hand away again and caught her around the waist, surprising her. He pulled her close, practically yanking her against his chest. She caught herself with both hands on his shoulders, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"Dying to kiss you," he finished for her, leaning in, his gaze searching hers. Her pulse jumped buildings in a single pound, pounding in her ears as she lifted up on tiptoe almost immediately. "But only if you want me to, Princess."
Her teeth scored her bottom lip for a moment, seeing the out for what it was. She could push him away, save herself some dignity here and never admit what they both knew. She glanced at his mouth, at those gorgeous lips that had been the bane of her existence for far too long.
"I like it when you call me Princess," she said and then slammed her mouth to his.
Everything was a heated rush. She could feel his hands in her hair, his lips—Spirits, his lips!—against hers, making a mad mockery of her. Desire raked through her as she clutched him. His kiss was rough and hard, and she matched it with her own.
She was vaguely aware, through the gasps against his lips between kisses and the racing dash of her heart, of him moving them, practically picking her up and shoving her against the nearest wall. She gasped as the cool marble made contact with her bare shoulders. He swallowed the gasp with his mouth, his tongue plunging against hers. His taste flooded her tongue as she flicked it against his, turning her head to capture his mouth at a different angle.
He groaned into her...and caught her hands, pinning them to the wall beside her head. Her fingers laced with his, feeling the rough bump and grind of his pelvis against hers.
Her mind raced in little circles. He was kissing her! She was kissing him! And he was good at it! The bastard!
She unlaced one hand and slid it around his neck, pulling him that much closer. Sokka's kiss deepened, his mouth dashing wildly across hers. He let go of her other hand and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her up against him and then back into the wall again. One thigh pressed into her skirt, pushing against her crotch. The pressure of him there made her gasp against his lips. Her hips pushed back and forth against his thigh, the lace of her panties rubbing against the sensitive nub of her clit.
"Unnnggg..."
Had she just made that sound? That desperate, needy little noise that spilled into the air between them, and made Sokka's thigh press harder in between her legs.
His hands were everywhere, cupping her breasts, working beneath her clothing. She didn't stop him. On the contrary, she lifted her skirt for him, throwing one thigh against his as he fit his big body even more snugly against hers. He rocked against her, promising her something rough and hot and blissful.
And oh, how she wanted it.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes..." she breathed as his fingers pressed in between her thighs, beneath her panties, and gliding through the dripping folds of her pussy. She was so wet already. Warmth suffused her cheeks as he dipped his fingers inside of her, drawing out the moisture. Her hips tilted for more, a deeper penetration, but he pulled his hand out from between them, surprising her into making a protesting noise.
Ice blue eyes met hers and burned with an intensity that scorched her. Slowly, he slid his fingers into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue between his fingers before sucking at each fingertip one by one. Savoring her. Her pussy clenched, need tightening her throat. Her eyes blazed.
He dropped his fingers and leaned in to her ear, nuzzling at her as she pressed herself against the wall. She realized how out of control she was, how easily he had made her break, and didn't care one inch.
"Mmm... Azula..." Sokka rumbled in her ear. "You taste like cherries."
She caught his wolf's tail, turning his head to slam a groaning kiss to his mouth. He laughed against her lips, but the sound turned into a moan as she lifted her hips into the press of his body. He propped one hand on the wall beside her head and caught her under one knee, thrusting against her with a rough dig that made the blood pound in her ears.
She gasped, turning her head. Immediately he latched onto her throat, his teeth and lips and tongue scoring her flesh and sending little thrills down her flushed skin. His hips jerked against hers, rubbing, grinding so hard she felt like she might break any moment.
"Sokka?" she gasped, eyes rolling back, breath heaving. He acknowledged her with a little grunt in his throat, sucking at her pulse point and scattering licks of fire down her skin. "I want you to fuck me."
His lips grazed her skin, and she felt his laugh as it hummed up her throat to her ear. "Oh, I plan to, Princess."
"Don't get cocky," Azula ground out through her teeth, her tongue flicking out and razing a blistering hot path up his neck. His hips surged forward, showing her just how cocky he was. She tipped her hips forward, one hand on his lower back, fisting in his blue shirt.
"Would you like me to take you to bed?" Sokka whispered, his voice low and rough in that way that set her soul on fire. She shivered at the thought of writhing beneath him as he held her down and took her—or better yet, holding him down while she rode him. She liked the thought of that a little too much, and the fantasy spilled across her senses in a tumbling rush that made her head spin.
Oh, the idea of having him in her bed...at her mercy... His arching voice called her back from that delicious fantasy.
"Or...?" he said archly, calling her out of her fantasies.
"Or what?" she managed, before he grabbed her and spun her in place. She found herself shoved against the wall, the marble cool against her heated cheek. Sokka's big hands caught her skirt, pulling it up and out of his way even as he pressed his bound erection against her ass. One of his hands then caught her hair, tilting her head back.
"Or I could fuck you right here," he said as she gasped. He thrust against her, pushing her into the wall, his hands digging into her hips. His teeth scored her neck, pulling at the skin as she braced herself on the wall, her mouth opening on a strangled moan.
Little shots of electricity ran through her skin from the hard suction of his mouth and she writhed backward, shamelessly trying to ease the ache deep inside of her. He lifted his mouth and skimmed her ear, biting on it, sending those hard zaps of pleasure straight through her pussy.
She almost pushed him away. She didn't like being manhandled...or at least she was sure she didn't, since no one before him had ever dared to shove her against a wall like this, but something about the heat in his voice, the warmth of his body against hers... And the idea of him taking her, there, now...like he wanted her as much as she wanted him... Like he couldn't wait...
Azula turned her head, and caught his eye, even as she reached back and pulled her underwear down her thighs. Slowly, Sokka pulled a simmering smile.
Her pulse raced as he reached between them, undoing his pants with a jerk. Then he stepped closer, pushing her into the wall again. She felt his cock against her ass, thick, and hard, and soft at the same time. His booted foot caught her slippered one and she gasped when he shoved her legs a little farther apart. She couldn't go far, not with her underwear still encircling her thighs.
His mouth nipped her ear again, sending those shots of pleasure scattering through her overheated body like crows on the wind. She pushed backward against him again, and felt him guide himself between her legs from behind. His cock slid along her wet seam, the ridge of his head rubbing back and forth across her engorged clit. She shocked herself with a whimper, as he pulled back just enough to find her opening. He pressed in, so wide and thick that her mouth opened, eyes squeezing shut.
Sokka made a noise, something like a groan, a soft, deep exhale that sounded like her name. Then he grasped her hips in both hands, jerking her lower body back against his so hard that she found herself impaled on his cock. Her hand slapped the wall, nails digging in, her back arching.
"Fuck!" she forced out through her teeth, pressing back into him. Sokka surged back and then forward again, opening her to him with a hard jerk. She felt every rock hard inch of him, felt him in the heart of her. And she loved it.
She wiggled forward, her thighs tightening, her pussy clenching around his length. Sokka wrapped his arms around her waist and her chest, pulling her back against his body. She braced her hands on the wall as Sokka rocked against her, taking her in shallow little thrusts that made her bite down on her lip to keep screams out of her mouth. He kissed along her neck, her jaw, and then turned her head. His kiss was shallow, off-center, and playful.
When he pulled back and thrust again, harder than before, her head fell back against his shoulder, a short little yelp leaving her. Sokka laughed and thrust again, just as hard.
"You like that?"
"Yes..." she panted as his arm tightened on her waist. When he scored her neck his teeth again, she could feel his muscles gathering. Her pulse jumped again, her heart slamming in her chest like a frantic, caged animal. He thrust again and she cried out, unable to stop the sound. The sound birthed an echo, her pleasure ringing in her ears. When Sokka's hand covered her mouth she squeaked and started to pull it away, but he stopped her.
"I'd like nothing more than to hear you scream, Princess, but this isn't exactly a private place," Sokka said against her ear. She could hear the amusement in his voice. The smug surety.
Her elbow rammed back into his ribs, and the hand over her mouth dropped away as he let out an oof of pain. She pushed him away and turned back around to face him. His blue eyes glittered as she grasped him by the front of the shirt and pulled him close.
"I don't give a fuck about privacy," she said and then yanked him down by the front of his shirt. He went willingly, hitting his knees in front of her. He looked up at her with an open mouth, tongue lolling against his lush lower lip. He had his glistening cock in his hand, stroking it. Just seeing it... Her blood seemed to pump harder, and she could feel it throbbing deep inside of her womb. She reached forward and caught his wolf's tail again, even as she caught her skirt and jerked it up in the front. "You really want to make me scream? Prove it."
And she shoved his face between her legs.
Sokka moaned, catching her by the hips as his mouth traced ravenous kisses along her belly and thighs. Azula made a noise a bit like the screech of an angry cat and pushed him closer, where she wanted him to be. He laughed, that deep humming laugh that made her skin feel tight and hot, and then slid his tongue against her clit, strafing it.
Her head tipped back against the wall as she tilted her hips forward, surging into the wet, warm strop of his tongue against her clit. He flicked it, teased it, and then pulled it between his lips with another groan that they both shared. She tried to spread her legs more, but her underwear stopped her.
His attentions were single-minded, focusing on the little bud of her pleasure, relentlessly stroking it with his tongue and then pulling at it until she found herself shaking in place. She dropped her skirt, but he didn't seem to mind. When she felt his fingers press into her again, she cried out and surged forward into the heat of his mouth. He filled her, stretched her, pressing against that warm, spongy place inside of her that ached and throbbed for more.
Again, she tried to spread her legs, but her underwear stopped her. Cursing, she reached down and caught the thin red lace. It snapped with a rip and she eagerly threw her leg over his shoulder. He laughed again, and the sound ran warm fingers all over her sweaty skin. He pressed hard into her pussy, rubbing little circles.
Another cry left her, her leg shaking. She felt his free hand under the thigh slung over his shoulder, holding her up.
"So eager."
She caught his hair again and pressed him forward. "Did I say stop?"
"No, Princess."
"Then put that mouth to work." He laughed again, but did as he was told. White-hot licks of pleasure circled out through her womb as he fucked her with his mouth, his fingers pressing, rubbing deep inside of her. She was dripping, the wet sound indecent in the echoing hallway. His tongue flicked and slid against her quivering clit until she was panting, gasping, her mouth open, her leg shaking. "I'm going to come...don't stop..."
He took her clit into his mouth, pulling on it, the tip of his tongue flicking back and forth as he suckled it. It was too much.
Azula pushed off of the wall, a scream escaping her as white-hot sparkles tore through her body, centering in the place where his mouth—his stupid, wonderful mouth—was attached to her. Her pussy clenched on his fingers, gushing as her hips drove forward and back against his face. He released her throbbing clit, and then ran his tongue along it flatly, making the sensations start all over again. She pulsed and quivered, all of her weight leaning forward onto his broad shoulder.
As she slowly came down from her climax, she felt his mouth trail back to her thighs, licking at the moisture there. She felt warm, her muscles quivering, lips swollen... His fingers pulling out of her with another wet slish. She let out a breath and pulled her skirt back, exposing his head to the air.
Sokka looked up at her, that slow grin on his wet lips. His face was red, sweat on his forehead. "You screamed."
Her lips twisted. "Only to swell your fragile ego."
"It's not my ego's that swollen, Princess." His brow quirked charmingly. A soft laugh left her, despite herself. And that was the problem really. As annoying as she found him, she also found him devastatingly attractive. He'd been right. It was why she kept picking fights with him, and why she had led him into this corridor in the first place. She hated that he'd known it, that he'd seen right through her. Not many people could do that, but oh, he had.
They stared at one another for a long, heat-filled moment, desire racing between them. She could see how much he wanted her in his eyes, how much he needed her.
When she dropped her leg from his shoulder and crooked her finger at him in invitation, he didn't hesitate.
He surged to his feet, his mouth slamming to hers with breath-stealing force, his mouth open and eager for her. She felt the sweep of his tongue, felt that rush go through her again as his taste flooded her mouth. She could taste herself too, and it made her moan and wrap her arms around his neck, pulling herself up and against him.
Sokka shoved her dress up again and then picked her up. She gasped, breaking away from his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. She groaned his name when she felt him there against her, the tip of his cock there, just there...
He pulled her down, impaling her with one swift thrust that had her clutching him, her nails digging into his neck, and the back of his head. Her thighs tightened as he filled her, pressing hard inside of her.
He hissed in a breath against her neck and she felt a shudder go through him. The sensation rippled through her, exploding at the place where their bodies were connected. It expanded through her womb, into her belly, her limbs, the very heart of her. "I love being inside of you."
Her back hit the wall. Their mouths found one another's again and she kissed him, desperately. He braced himself on the wall with one hand, the other on her lower back, gripping her hip, urging her to rock against the cradle of his hips. Her spine arched, flexed, taking him in deep, in shallow thrusts. Her thighs tightened and released with every push. The kiss went on and on, deep and dark. Pleasure gripped her, knocking stars in her vision with each grinding thrust.
She could feel her body coiling again, threatening another climax that would devastate her. Her body clenched at his, convulsively and she broke away from his mouth. The sound that split the air between them surprised her. It was a needy sound, soft and capitulating.
"Uhhhhnnn... Sokka..."
He pressed forward, changing the angle as her lower back hit the wall. He pinned her to the wall, bracing his powerful thighs beneath hers. The sudden change pressed him against the wonderful bundle of nerves deep inside of her and she cried out again. The sound of her pleasure spurred him on, and the sharp, short push of his hips against hers bounced her ass against the wall, again and again and again, raking against her g-spot.
She tightened around him, her jaw clenching, his breath hot and wild against her neck. He mumbled something against her ear, but she was crying out uncontrollably with every rough snap of his hips and the words were lost to the echoes in the corridor. The pleasure surging through her was so intense, she felt sweat pouring down her back. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she tightened her thighs, pushing into his thrust, mindlessly lost to him.
The pressure inside of her built and then broke like a dam collapsing. Pleasure expanded through her in waves that made her dangling feet shake. Sokka stilled, letting her tremble her way through it, groaning at the squeeze of her body around his. She could feel his racing heartbeat deep inside of her and against her chest. He pulled back until only the tip of him was inside of her, and then plunged back in, making her cry out. He did it again and again, and each time she could only clutch him, practically clawing at him.
He pulled back and filled her again, and then stayed there, pressing her hips into the wall, grinding into her with rough little circles of his hips. The movement pressed his pubic bone into her clit, flattening it with a rough rub. His mouth was on her neck, sending those thrills of electricity down through her skin. The tremors of her climax built again, too fast, too strong, gaining momentum in her. She let out a gasp, too breathless by half, and then felt the first shockwave hit her, centered so deep and hard inside of her she was sure he was splitting her in two.
She stopped breathing for nearly a full minute, as the pressure and pleasure built into a roaring, raging thing inside of her. She broke with an even harder convulsion than before, a squeezing, gushing orgasm that shocked the breath back into her. She panted, shaking harder than before, only vaguely aware of him murmuring her name against her neck. She could feel how wet she was, could feel it slicking both of them.
She didn't think she'd ever come so hard in her life.
"I love how tight your pussy gets when I make you come," Sokka mumbled against her neck. "It makes me want to fuck you even more."
"You...you are...fucking me...idiot," she panted, surprised at how out of breath she was. Sokka's laugh was a hum against her throat, but she noticed he was panting too. Sweat slicked his neck, rolling down his temples. She licked at his skin, tasting the salt there.
Fuck, even his sweat tasted good.
"Damn right I am," he said and playfully captured her lips. She kissed him, feeling the smile against her mouth. She teasingly nibbled on his lip and when she pulled back, he met her gaze. His hips worked back and forth, shallowly filling her. His eyes were hooded with desire, his cheeks red. He readjusted his stance, pressing her back in the wall. It was probably getting hard to hold her up, but he didn't look like he was tired of it yet. He didn't look like he was flagging at all.
It didn't feel like he was flagging at all either. His cock was rock hard inside of her, and she could feel every wonderful inch of him.
Something dark and greedy inside of her purred in pleasure. Mmm...the stamina of him...
Her pussy clenched again, stroking him length like a fist. She saw Sokka's reaction to that and did it again, on purpose, tightening her muscles. His eyes slammed shut, those shallow, soft thrusts coming a little faster.
"Yes..." she breathed, pushing her hips forward into his, surprised at how easily the pleasure came, how close she was to tumbling over into ecstasy. He was going to make her come again.
She was going to make sure of that.
"Look at me," Azula gasped as Sokka rocked her against the wall. His eyes fluttered open, trapping in those blue irises. She'd thought his eyes were icy before, as cold as a frozen ocean, but there was fire there, blooming, wild fire that sparked and ignited something deep inside of her.
She knew that fire, that blue glow. It was the fire that raged inside of her and oh, it was in him too... How had she never suspected that? Her head went forward, resting her forehead against his so that his breath spilled in a warm rush against her open, panting lips. She stroked the back of his neck, feeling a deep possessiveness in her.
Sokka glanced down between them, where her red, gold-trimmed dress was scrunched up in a mass between them.
"The minute you walked out in this dress all I could think of was tearing it off of you," Sokka mumbled as the push and pull between them became a deep, hard rock that locked their bodies together. Sweat puddled at the small of her back beneath the stupid dress she'd worn to that stuffy dinner her brother had thrown for his idiotic guests.
"I'm still wearing it, so I guess we don't always get what we want," she said, and surprised them both with a breathless laugh. Sokka's easy smile simmered against her lips, those bluebell flame eyes scorching her. The look in his eyes...
Oh, he knew. He knew.
"You do, Princess," he said, his nose brushing hers, his voice that chest deep rumble that made her skin feel like it was going to unzip and spill her heart on the floor.
"Yes, I do," she said and caught his lip with her teeth. The playful bite turned into a hard, breath-stealing kiss that plunged her into another desperate, warm rush of wild, uncontrollable ecstasy. It came on her with a tumbling, blistering heat, spilling out of her center like a wildfire. He took her there gently this time, her push of his hips deliberate. He knew exactly how to fuck her... "Yes..."
"Come for me," he said between kisses, but it wasn't a command, it was a plea. He wanted her pleasure as much as she did. Something about the way he said it... It was like a prayer.
She broke with a full-body tremble, her head tilting back. She stared at the ceiling, heaving, sweat drenching her in a wave. Her hair was sticking to her neck. The trembles seemed to go on and on, and he didn't pull away. He stilled inside of her, letting her quiver around him. His mouth trailed lazy kisses along her neck, her collarbone. He licked at her sweat and sucked at her pulse point again, just in the way she liked.
"No one's ever—" she started, but stopped, heat flooding her already red cheeks.
Sokka ran his nose up her bared throat, dragging his lower lip against her chin. When she tilted her head down he angled a shallow kiss across her mouth, his tongue rolling against hers. When he pulled back, he whispered, "I know."
She caught his face in both hands and pulled back enough to stare into his eyes again. She felt her heart lurch and it made her shake all over again, but for a very different reason. She tightened her thighs on his hips and his eyes slammed shut.
"Getting tired?" she purred.
"I'm...I'm close..." he said, a hitch in his breathing.
"Are you?" she said, eyebrow arching. She arched her back, taking him to the hilt again. Sokka groaned, his eyes slamming shut, mouth flattening to a thin line. She did it again and he pushed into her with a snap, shoving her back against the wall.
"Azula...fuck..." He swallowed loudly and she felt a tremor go through him. His cock twitched inside of her and the sensation made her grin lasciviously. "Keep doing that and I'll come inside of you."
"Wouldn't want that," she said, licking the sweat from his neck. She nibbled on his ear, feeling his cock twitch again. He groaned and pumped against her. "Put me down then."
Slowly he lifted her between himself and the wall, his hands beneath her ass. They both whimpered at the sensation. She bit down on her lip, feeling sore and wet. The inside of her thighs were slick with her own moisture, evidence of the climax after climax he'd worked her into. She felt a rush, her pulse spinning at the thought of more, that she wanted more. When Sokka stepped back and set her on her feet, her knees nearly collapsed on her.
He caught her and she felt her legs tremble, threatening to steal what little dignity she had left.
"Easy..." Sokka said against her ear. She looked up into his eyes—up!—he was so damned tall and broad and sexy and she suddenly wanted to climb him again, wobbly legs and all. What the hell had he done to her? Desire rushed through her. "I've got you."
Her hand reached between them, her fingers encircling the slick length of his cock. It twitched at her touch and Sokka hissed in a breath, clutching her. His eyes flashed.
"Looks like I've got you, too," she said, and then dropped to her wobbly knees in front of him.
If he was surprised when she took him into her mouth, he wasn't the only one.
Sokka stuttered out something unintelligible and she felt his hand at the back of her neck, gently urging her mouth down on him. With another gargantuan leap, her pulse rocketed even higher when she realized just how big he was. His cock filled her mouth, opening her jaws wide and pressing her tongue down flat. The blunt tip pressed against the back of her throat easily.
She glanced up at him, watching him as he watched her through slitted eyes. He hissed in a breath as she pulled off of him, sheathed her teeth with her lips and then took him into her mouth again. Her hand followed, fist squeezing the veined contours of his sleek cock. He tasted like her body, musky and tangy with salt. A little burst of pre-cum flooded onto her tongue and she pulled back, swallowing it with a gulp.
"Fuck, that's hot..." Sokka mumbled, leaning against the wall, watching her with those glittering flame eyes. She pulled a sharp grin and ran her mouth along his shaft. When she nipped at him, he jumped and surged forward, into her fingers. "Shoulda known you were a biter."
"I just like seeing you twitch," she said, running her tongue up his shaft and then into the slit at the tip, slowly teasing it. He twitched in her fingers, his hips rocking forward into the squeeze of her hand.
"Torturing me more like," he said, and the bit of his stomach she could see between them of his rucked up shirt, and his open pants flexed deliciously. She sat up and attached her mouth to that bit of flesh, running teeth up the muscle and biting down on the deep cut of his hip bone. Her fingers slipped and slid around him as he groaned and thrust into her palm. "Azu—unnng..."
He shuddered again, that full body thrust that made her look up at him again. His eyes were closed, mouth open in a pant as she stroked him. Oh, he was close. And completely hers.
He made a deep Mmmm noise when she put her mouth back around him, taking him in with short, shallow thrusts of her head. She sucked at him, hard. Hard enough to make him groan and thrust into her mouth with every bob of her head. "Yes—ffffuck—I'm—"
She didn't pull away, her fist and her mouth together, squeezing, stroking, sucking as hard as she dared. And she watched him come completely undone in her hands, feeling something savage inside of her, something possessive, something greedy.
He came with a grunt of her name, pushing into her mouth with a rough shove of his hips. Warm, salty liquid spurted onto her tongue, flooding her mouth. His hips flexed with each hard jet of cum, and she moved with him, her hand pumping him.
"Oh, fuuuuuuuuck..."
She rode out his orgasm, her tongue swirling against him, the salty warmth of him gushing around her lips. She pulled off of him and caught every drip with the tip of her tongue, and when she looked up at him, she saw that he was watching her, panting open-mouthed, those blue flame eyes scorching. Gazes connected, she opened her mouth and, with a grin, showed him in the load in her mouth.
Look what I made you do, she tried to tell him with her eyes. And now it's all mine.
His eyes flashed, and she saw his teeth score his bottom lip and she knew he knew. She closed her mouth and swallowed with a soft hum of pleasure, the warmth of him in her throat. She licked her lips and then grinned, tugging him closer. She kissed the tip of cock as a laugh bubbled up out of her.
Sokka cursed, leaning forward and resting his sweaty forehead against the wall. "Fuck, you're trying to kill me. This is how I die. Fucked to death by a gorgeous Princess."
"I could light you on fire if you'd rather go out screaming," she offered and then thought of how hard he'd fucked her into the wall. Her cheeks reddened again. "Besides, I think I'm the one who was nearly fucked to death."
"You weren't complaining," he said, even as he reached down, practically lifting her to her feet like she weighed nothing more than a child's ragdoll. She didn't have time to protest, not before he pushed her against the wall again. His mouth landed on hers and she found herself kissing him, her arms looping around his neck.
She was chagrined to discover that her legs were still wobbly. And she was totally exasperated at how much just kissing him excited her.
He didn't seem to mind tasting himself in her mouth; his tongue swirled against hers and he moaned into it. She kissed him back just as hard, her middle a jangle of confusion.
She'd been so sure fucking him would at least get him out of her mind. She'd thought—surely—that all she'd needed was to indulge herself once, to scratch the itch her inexplicable attraction to him seemed to cause whenever he was near. That was why she'd practically dared him to follow her out of that stupid dinner party... She'd thought surely he would take the hint, and he had, but...
Still.
She felt bewildered by the whole thing. She could already tell this one time would not be enough. She wanted to fuck him again. And again. And again.
Sokka pulled back. They were both panting, covered in sweat, their clothes in disarray. The air smelled like sex. It made her blood heat even more. Her pussy clenched with desire as he stared into her eyes.
"Someone's going to wonder where we went," he said.
"I don't care."
"I don't either."
They stared at one another. She nibbled on her lower lip and then blew out a breath. "Look, I don't know how to say this, but would you—"
"Pretend this never happened? Of course, Princess," he said and stepped away from her, leaving her to blink in surprise.
"What—"
"This was a lot of fun."
A lot of fun?
Her sex-blasted mind rolled that sentence over once, twice, and then went blank again.
"I...suppose." Fun wasn't exactly the word she'd have used for being fucked until she screamed, but okay.
He was doing up his pants, pants that were wet with from her body. His hands shook a little. He glanced up at her and then back down at his work on his laces. "Yeah. So I should go."
"Go," she said, but it wasn't a question or a command.
He'd fucked her into the wall. And he was...leaving.
Azula stood there with her pussy throbbing, the taste of his cum in her mouth, her legs as wobbly as a newborn kitten, and could not, for the life of her, wrap her mind around what was happening.
"Yeah, umm... You know, it's cool, I get it. You'd probably die of shame if anyone knew, so—" Sokka said, and looked up at her again. "So I won't mention it. No worries."
"You won't." Her voice was as flat as the wall at her back.
"Yeah, it was... It was no big deal." He rubbed at the back of his neck, where she knew she'd put welts with her fingernails.
No big deal.
Fucking her was no big deal?
Uh-huh.
"Right," she said, her brows drawing together in the middle.
The words "no big deal" echoed in her head, but she couldn't wrap her head around them, or why she could feel heat in palms all of a sudden. Like she was about to manifest fire.
He swallowed and his throat bobbed. "So I'll see you later. Uh...thanks for...uh... The sex."
And he leaned forward and awkwardly landed a kiss on her cheek. She froze in place, vaguely annoyed at the way the touch of his lips to her skin made her whole body ache, or the way the scent of him made her heart squeeze tightly in her chest, because he was thanking her for sex and walking away.
What in the hell was happening?
"Uh..."
But he pulled away before she could make her tongue work itself around the words crowding her throat. He met her gaze for one heart-stopping moment, and then nodded, and walked away, leaving her standing there against the wall with her dress all rumpled, her torn underwear discarded at her feet, her pussy wet and swollen, and her neck bruising from his kisses. She blinked and he was just gone.
And she did nothing to stop him.
Azula blinked again and let out a breath. She stared off into space for one long moment. His voice seemed to echo in her head.
No big deal.
Or I could fuck you right here?
No big deal.
You taste like cherries.
No big deal.
"He fucked me," Azula said slowly to the empty, sex-scented corridor, "He fucked me and then he ran away. No big deal? NO BIG DEAL!? Who the FUCK does he think he is!?"
Azula pushed away from the wall and jerked her skirt down, a sound like the screech of an angry, indignant cat tearing out of her throat. Fire the color of his eyes came shooting out of her nostrils as she stamped her foot, willing her wobbly legs into working again. Her eyes narrowed.
She was going to kill him.