A/N: Sokka/Azula. Weird ain't it. But the gods know its cute.
Disclaimer: Don't own A:TLAB. If I did do you actually think I'd be writting here? Nope would of already had Zuko and Katara togather. (Zutara- my fave pairing but I do read others.)
A/N: Who else thinks Toph and Aang would look adorable togather.
Love This, Love Him
How did I ever get myself into this? Mind you, I love it. I love wakeing up under warm, comfy furs. Of course, I do miss my soft silken sheets sometimes. But its more wakeing up knowing that right next to me is someone that loves me unconditionally.
Up until a year ago I had everyting I could ever want at my finger-tips since the day I was born...But nothing in the world compares to this. And I know that in a few hours I'll have to get up and begin yet another hard, tireing day as a pesants wife. But it could be ten times harder and I wouldn't care so long as I can live out the rest of my days as his wife, loving him and no one else.
And now lieing awake knowing he's there beside me among the white polar furs, my head on his chest, hair torn from its bun from our recent lovemaking, I couldn't be more happy. We, forgive the pun, make steam. Yes...I, a princess of Fire, am the wife of that, as my brother calls him, "brainless, idiotic water tribe pesant that thinks he's a warrior." But my brother said that five years ago, just after Aang defeated my father, before Sokka and I were involved.
The only reason Zuko allowed me to court with Sokka was because he owed him something, since Zuko and Katara were courting as well. And just as their loved bloomed into an all out romance...so did ours. Both nations objected to both marriages. Yet we still married a year ago...so it was like a trade. The Water Tribes got the Fire Nations princess, and the Fire Nation got the closest thing the Water Tribes had to a princess. I am a chieftess and Katara is Fire Lady.
I feel his chest rise and fall with each breath and relize...he's not asleep.
"Still awake?" I ask quietly, waiting for his response.
"Yeah." he sighs, rubbing the side of my arm with his thumb. Then he sits up unexpectedly causing me to have to move my head to a fur pillow that isn't nearly a comfortable.
"What's wrong?" I question worriedly. He says nothing but turns on his side, props himself up on his elbow and looks down at me. My people believe that I should be discusted with his tan skin, but my love for his smooth skin is so deliously sinful. At the age of twenty he looks eighteen. His hair is about scholder length and it falls around his face, making his eyes hooded. His scholders are broad and his chest muscular. But my favorite thing about his body are the black curls trailing from his navel down to where the furs cut off. His happy trail. I think of the treasure hidden under those furs and I can't keep myself from shivering. To this day he sends shivers up and down my spine. He sees this and smiles his gentle, knowing smile, which causes another wave of shivers.
He speaks and brings me back into the consious world. "Nothing. Just wondering how you're feeling." I wrinkle my brow in confusion and he glances toward my abdomine.
I chuckle a little knowing now what he's speaking of. "I only two months along." I say smiling at his sweet face and he noddes his head.
"But most women are tired and sick around this time when carrying a child." Oh so thats what he getting at.
"Since when have I been like most women?"
He shakes his head, smiles and leans in to kiss me. Never, is his only answer in a wisper against my ear, his warm breath causing my body to react in the most intiment of ways. He dips his head down for another kiss and runs his hand along my side.
How did I get myself into this?...I don't know and I couldn't care less...I love this and I love him...
Please R&R. And thanks Wings for all that you do.