A/N: I posted this on livejournal at Sokkla100 and at SokklaxAzula :D So for a more proper A/N (personally, I love the author's notes) check it out there Anyway, I guess I should note that I took inspiration from Sonnet 141, a Shakespeare poem. And that this fic takes place right after they had just consummated their luuuv. Azula is such a tease, but she should be careful because it's not always easy to hide how she feels... I am so in love with Sokkla! So I had to write this; it's kinda smutty but I don't go too far. One-shot lemons tend to be bad xD
Disclaimer: Don't own Avatar. It'd have to air on Adult Swim I did.
"Why do you like fighting so much?" Sokka says to the sky. It's flaming orange and black at it's bottom, where the leaves sway by and by; fruitless in their effort to cool the hot air.
"Well, why do you like breathing so much?" She asks, almost sincerely. Azula has him right where she wants -- beneath her -- as she lays on his chest. It's too hot to argue, and he's too tired to care. With his hand on her waist, her bare and clammy skin, "Because I just do." He answers and meets her stare.
"I don't believe you, Soki." She calls him, hands trailing his sweaty arms. She smirks because it's a fact that she's always right. And anyway, if she wasn't, he wouldn't be able to deny her charm. Sokka believes that he hates her. He doesn't like her discordant voice, her rough hands, or the distinct smell of burned flesh on her skin. He has no idea why it is she who makes him sin.
But she does. And he betrays his mind, all reason and his friends. Because he doesn't know why he's become so enamored... He simply is.
"Sokka, are you breathing now?" She asks wholeheartedly with her small heart as she places her lips on his; in a kiss so soft and sweet, he doesn't quite know whose it is. He wants it to stop, there's no reason for this to continue! But soon, his mind and body -- his heart -- gives in. He surrenders to her tailored kiss, of want and need and ownership. And she knows for sure that she's got him when he entwines her fingers with his. She deepens the kiss; their lips, their tongues, their breathes as one. She becomes lost in the moment of the setting sun. The pace quickens, and she can't help but rub her body against his, to grab his arms and hold down his wrists -- to make steam so profound only ice and fire could withstand. Their tongues tied and fighting for dominance; only Sokka, she knows, makes her pay to get her way. In only a few seconds the temperature has highly risen. She hears herself moaning, him groaning; She whispers his name beneath her breath.
"Well, are you?" Her sentence is haggard. She lifts her head, catching herself before she goes to far. Sokka follows the departed kiss, and Azula pushes him back down. His chest leaps quickly, gulping down air; but so does Azula's, he realizes with cheer.
"Why does it matter?" He brushes wet hair from her face, and he waits. He actually cares for what she has to say.
But for once, Azula is at a loss for words.
A/N: So how was it? XD Like? Should I actually write SMUT? please review. I was nervous before posting this.