Author's Notes; Haha, I love/hate this fic. It's a wonderful AU Sokkla drabble that I wrote at 1:00am, and the idea came to me as I remembered eating icing out of the jar (what, I was having a sugar attack!) The story takes place on Azula's couch.. xD. Katara is pissed, Sokka is being lazy, and Azula is plotting. Pretty IC, don't you think?
Katara despised her brothers new relationship, she hated Azula with every fiber of her being. She couldn't help but grimace each time Azula was anywhere near Sokka because, as she had clearly said many times to them both, Sokka could do so much better than this psychotic freak. Somehow, the water tribe warrior had managed to form a truce between the two girls, although it was a very weak one.
"Sokka, would you care for some more cake?" Azula asked in her nicest, and perhaps most well invented, voice; knowing that at this moment Katara was glaring at them both. "Eh, not really." Sokka, always one to prefer meats over sweets, lifted his feet onto the coffee table and placed his arms behind his head; a toothpick dangled from his mouth. Katara likes how Sokka seems to be ignoring Azula and laughs to herself. "Nice try, missy. But everyone whose important to Sokka knows he prefers salt over sugar."
Azula trails a long finger through the icing on her slice of cake. Truthfully, Azula didn't care too much for sweets either, and she hated the feeling of the sticky icing -- like many other substances -- on her body; but Azula was in an excellent mood for pissing someone off today. It was the whole purpose of why she had asked Sokka anything to begin with.
"I would be honored to share with you, Soki." She takes the toothpick from him and places her finger -- a large dollop of white icing on top -- into his mouth. And he knows better -- really, he knows better -- than to refuse. Usually, It's only a good idea to defy her when she's tied up. Otherwise, they'd end up arguing like always (and make-up sex would follow); but he really wanted to prove to Katara that Azula was a worthy suitor.
Azula twirls her finger around a bit before slowly moving it in and out, then she completely removes it to lick at it herself. The actress makes exaggerative moans, all while making sure to side-glance a grimacing Katara as she does.
"Uh, Azula… are you feeling okay?" Sokka looks at her inquisitively before saying, more to himself than to anyone else, "I did warn you about that cactus juice… didn't I?" He brings a hand under his chin, mimicking someone deep in thought. Katara feels bile rising in her throat.
"Oh Soki, I'm fine. But what about you? You're so messy today." She leans closer to him and gathers the icing around his lips onto her tongue. Katara's expression of anger, and how deep her brows have come together, is a priceless Kodak moment.
Author's Notes.. again; I just love the nickname Soki. I live off of reviews; plzkthnx