No Big Deal

by Madame Atomic Bomb

Azula and Sokka's constant fighting finally comes to a head, but what happens when they both realize they've caught feelings? A lot of misunderstanding, a fight to the death, and mind-blowing sex, that's what. (this is basically erotica, so uhhhh...very very very NSFW)

2. Part II

PART II

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Sweat ran down Sokka's back as he marched down the hallway, one shaking hand over his mouth. His eyes were popping wide, and he was pretty sure his heart was going to thump its way out of his chest at any moment. His thighs were screaming, the muscles tense, like he'd run a marathon.

But he hadn't run a marathon.

No.

No, he'd fucked Azula against a wall until she screamed, clutching at him, whimpering his name, every delicious inch of her his for the taking. And he'd taken her. Again and again and again. He could still feel her, wet and warm as he filled her. He could still hear her voice, breathy, demanding… The image of her taking his cock into her mouth…and then that look in her eyes when she'd shown him his cum in her mouth…

He was pretty sure he was going to remember that for the rest of his life.

He turned one corner and stopped, unsure of where he was. He'd been too focused on Azula to pay much attention to where she'd been leading them before, and now he was lost.

"Shit," he mumbled and dropped his hand. He took a hard breath and sank back against the nearest wall. He needed a moment. He needed several moments. Perhaps several days. A month-long sabbatical in an icy shower. His eyes stared blankly into the middle-distance. "I can't believe I had sex with Azula. I fucked her. I can't believe I just… I fucked her."

But he could believe it, really. He'd been fantasizing about sleeping with her for ages–far too long, if he was honest with himself. He'd always thought that she might, possibly, be as attracted to him as he was to her, but he hadn't ever really, genuinely thought anything would come of it. Until this week.

She'd been everywhere. Watching him with those bored citrine eyes and that pouty smirk on her red lips that made him want to grab her by the back of the neck and taste her. And the fighting! It was like she'd been going out of her way to antagonize him. He may have been angry if he hadn't been enjoying every second of it. It hadn't taken long before he'd realized they weren't fighting, not really. Every dig was laced with desire. She had been flirting with him, daring him to rise to the challenge. He still wasn't even sure she'd been aware of it though. And for some reason that made it all the worse for him.

Sokka glanced down at the front of his wet pants, remember the feel of her legs wrapped around his waist, of her bouncing on his cock, coming so hard he came a hairsbreadth to following her every single time. Rise to the challenge? Oh yes, he'd risen. And then some. He'd never wanted anyone more in his entire life.

His cock twitched and rose to half-mast at the mere memory of her touch. He could still taste her in his mouth, that cherry flavor that seemed to cling to his lips. He cursed under his breath, and ran his shaky hand down his sweaty face. He was still hard for her. Just the memory of kissing her did things to him.

He smiled a little and ran his tongue along his swollen bottom lip for a moment, but then the expression faded as reality hit home.

He'd fucked her…and that was all it would ever be. It would never happen again and he knew it. What else could he expect from her? It had clearly been a moment of madness for the both of them, a hormone-soaked decision that, had he been thinking with anything other than his cock, he might have done differently.

After all, fucking the crown Princess of the Fire Nation in an open corridor wasn't exactly the smartest thing he'd ever done. He still would have slept with her, but he might have taken her back to her room, or his. He would have taken his time… He would have savored the moment, knowing he'd never get the chance again.

Because he knew–he KNEW–that she wasn't interested in anything more than that. Why would she be?

She was probably mortified right now. She'd fucked a "peasant", as she so often called him in their arguments. He'd have to be crazy to assume it was anything but a one-time thing, to release the weird tension between them. It didn't mean anything. It had just been a good, hard fuck for the both of them and it would easier if he just thought of her, and what they'd just done, in those terms, but…

But.

But he liked her. Genuinely liked her.

And it didn't mean a damned thing.

He'd realized that in the hallway, when he'd seen her formulating her escape plans. There had been something in her eyes… Clearly she was about to tell him to fuck off and never tell anyone. What else would Azula do BUT that? He couldn't imagine that she would be interested in…

But he shook his head.

There was no way Azula would do anything but shove him away. It wasn't like she even liked him as a person. It had been sex, and nothing more. So he'd done the only thing he could and left. It had been the smart move, right?

Because if he'd stayed…

If I'd stayed, I may have done something stupid, he thought to himself and then squeezed his eyes shut.

Stupid? That was putting it lightly. He may have started writing love sonnets to her beauty if he'd stayed there looking at her in that gorgeous, rumpled dress, sweaty and red-faced, with those bedroom eyes and that smudged red mouth, bruises from his mouth popping up all over that delicious neck of hers…

Oh yeah, he was definitely fucked. He rubbed the back of his neck and winced when he felt the welts there. Funny how he hadn't felt them when she'd been clutching at him, crying out his name in ecstasy…and…

"FUCK!" Sokka cursed, slamming his fist against the wall, just as a servant bearing a load of linens came around the corner. Trying his best to hide his wet pants, he got directions back to the guest wing, and hastily booked it in that direction. As he walked, he came to a sudden decision.

He needed to leave. Tonight.

He knew he wouldn't be able to handle just seeing her in the hallways or at breakfast, or, Spirits forbid, at Zuko's morning meeting. He wouldn't be able to keep his heart out of his eyes. And if she suspected that he might actually be feeling something for her… She would be savage. Or embarrassed. Or both. It was better to give her space. And get over whatever weird thing was going on in his chest.

"That's the coward's way out," he mumbled to himself as he reached the door of his guest suite.

The coward's way, yes, but it was his only option. He'd pack up and leave before morning. He'd have to send Zuko a letter of apology…and hope there was a ship he could book passage on down in the harbor city…

His mind was preoccupied with packing as he unlocked the door and stepped inside the suite.

He didn't see the fireball coming at all.

It missed him by a hairsbreadth. The heat of it scorched his skin as it passed just in front of his nose, and exploded against the wooden door with a hot, searing rain of blue sparks and ashes. Sokka yelped, reeling away from the sudden, inexplicable rain of fire.

"YOU!"

His mouth hanging open, he whipped around to face the rest of the room, shocked when his bewildered eyes clapped onto the woman standing in the middle of the room. She had a wild look in her citrine eyes, her teeth bared, her dark hair tumbling down around her shoulders. Blue fire manifested in her hands as he let out a little gasp.

"Azula? WHAT-" But that's all he had time to squeeze out before she tossed another fireball in his direction. He yelped and dove, sprawling on the floor as it exploded against the door in the place where he'd just been. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"YOU JUST WALKED AWAY!? NO ONE JUST WALKS AWAY FROM ME, YOU-YOU-!" She gave an angry, cat-liked screech and launched another fireball at him. He scrambled to his feet, rolling out of the way as it exploded on the floor. A rug ignited as he tried to find cover.

"AZULA, STOP!" Sokka said, holding up his hands in entreaty when he realized there was nowhere to run. The closest cover was a table ten feet away, but she was closer to it than he was. He had to try and talk her down. "STOP! STOP! STOP! We can talk about this! What's wrong?"

"You're what's wrong! You walk in here like 'oh la-di-da I'm a sexy idiot' and then you fuck me and just—I'm going to kill you! HOLD STILL!" Azula snarled, and scooped another handful of flames out of the thin air. It burned like a blue heart in her fingers as he danced from foot to foot, trying to decide which way to dive.

He went left and that was a mistake, as it presented her with an incredibly tempting target. The fireball slammed into his right buttcheek with a hot slap and set his pants on fire. Sokka screamed and rolled, putting out the fire on the rug. He landed in a sprawl, his ass smoking, the blue wool scorched.

Azula advanced on him, and he immediately scrambled backward, holding up one hand. "Hey! HEY! HEY! LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS! OKAY? I'm confused!"

"Well, that's obvious, you jerk!" she said and for the first time, he saw there were tears in her eyes. He blinked in surprise. Azula...crying...? Why would she be—

His eyes widened. "Oh shit. I fucked up."

"You think so?" she said, pulling down one of those blue fireballs again.

"Shit... Azula... I thought it was... I didn't know, I thought it was no big deal, I-" He stopped as her eyes flashed, her anger redoubling. He scrambled to his feet and danced out of the way.

"NO BIG DEAL?! NO BIG DEAL! Sleeping-" she said between volleys of fireballs that exploded against the marble walls, "-with me-" BANG! "-is-" WHOOSH! "-no-" CRASH! "-big-" BLAM! "-deal!?"

"WHOA! AZULA! STOP!" , dancing to the right, still trying to find cover before she really started gunning for him and did something truly crazy, like summon lightning. There was a decorative round shield on the wall by the door, painted with red flames and slightly tarnished from age, but he snatched it off of the wall and held it up. "Please?"

"You insulted me!" she said and tossed another handful of flames at him. This one felt half-hearted and it exploded on the shield without him having to move it to protect any of his exposed limbs. Strangely, he took that as a good sign.

"I didn't mean to." That stopped her, but she was seething as he stared at her over the rim of the thin round shield. Her smudged red lips turned into a hard pout that, try as he might considering the circumstances, he still found incredibly sexy.

"Who do you think you are?" she shot at him, brows drawing down low over her turbulent eyes.

"I-what?"

"Who do you think I am? Some...some...slattern?"

"Slattern? What?! I don't think that!" he said honestly. "I wouldn't!"

"Because I don't just sleep around like that. I'm not some cheap slut you can fuck and then discard!"

"I don't think you're a cheap slut! I wasn't, I wasn't using you, I swear!"

"Then why did you say it was no big deal? You think I just do that? You think I just sleep around with every smart ass meathead Water Triber with broad shoulders who walks into my life? You think I'm the type of girl who wants to be left in a hallway alone with my skirt up around my ears?"

"Uhhh...No?"

"Then why did you treat me that way?"

His heart sank into his stomach and the words tumbled out of him before he thought better of them, "I thought you wanted me to."

The outraged expression on her face made him wince and he braced himself for another volley of hellfire, but she seemed too angry to even attack him. "Why would you think that?"

Sokka licked his lips and said carefully as he lowered the shield, "Because I thought you'd be embarrassed that you had sex with me. I thought...shit, I thought I was doing you a favor and not making it awkward for you. Or I don't know... I fucked up. I read the situation totally wrong."

"Yes, you did. Epically wrong!"

"I'm sorry," he said and meant it. "Could you please stop attacking me?"

"No," she said, but didn't make a move to start the barrage of fire again. "I'm still angry at you. You led me on."

"I...did?"

"I thought you liked me."

His brows went up at that and he blinked at her in surprise. "I do. You're the one who doesn't like me!"

"That's not true," she said quickly and then stopped herself, coloring prettily. She looked frustrated.

"You have a funny way of showing it, then. All you do it attack me. Verbally and uh...physically," he said, sidling toward the smoldering rug. He tamped on it with his boot, putting out the flames still merrily burning away. Zuko was going to have to do some redecorating. "I thought you just... I thought you were using me. I was trying not to make it weird."

"Well, you did. And I don't like you. Not anymore."

"But you did?" he asked, brows lifting. He risked walking forward a little, but she shied backward, holding up her hand. When she lifted her chin, he noticed the pattern of bruises his mouth had left on her neck, and felt something go through him, some gust of possessiveness and pride. He bit down on the inside of his lip, and met her gaze.

"Azula, I don't sleep around either, you know. I've only slept with women I have feelings for. Reciprocated or not. I thought this was a not situation...and I kind of... Fuck, I was taking the coward's way out. I didn't want you to know that it meant more to me than it did to you. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression...but you gotta see things from my end. You're not exactly easy to read."

She glanced down at her feet, chewing on her bottom lip. "I suppose I could see how you...misinterpreted things. But that's no excuse for leaving me in the hallway like that! You made me feel used."

Sokka sighed. "That's the last thing I wanted, Princess. Please, believe me. You deserve better than that and I know it. You deserve better than getting fucked in a hallway, too...but there's no way to take that back, I guess."

"I don't regret the sex," she said and then screwed up her mouth.

"You don't?"

She glanced at him and then sighed. "No."

"Me neither," he said softly and smiled at her. She rolled her eyes and then fidgeted with her rumpled dress. She glanced at him and then squared her shoulders.

"So you like me? Like me, like me? It wasn't just sex?"

"Of course I like you," he said. "I've been trying to hide it, because I thought you'd laugh at me. I didn't think you liked me. I thought you were totally out of my league."

"Well...you're an idiot...and I am out of your league," she said sulkily. "But maybe I like you, too. As something more than a boy toy."

"Boy toy?" he said, brows rising again. His smile was teasing. "I'm no one's boy toy, Princess."

He dropped the shield on the table, judging the danger to be over. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the ceiling.

"Fine. Love slave, then," she suggested as he slowly approached her. She didn't shy away this time, and he noticed a smile hovering at the corners of her lips.

"That sounds more like it," he said as they drew close together. He caught her gaze and slowly reached up, pushing a lock of her hair out of her face. He tucked it behind her ear, and let his fingers glide down her bruised neck. Something bloomed in her eyes, that desire that he'd seen in the hallway, when he'd been inside of her. "I've got love slave written all over me. How may I serve you, Princess?"

Her lips twitched and she rolled her eyes again. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm sorry. If you want me to beg, I will," he said, as she looked him over. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and that desire in her eyes sharpened to knife-like points. When she reached forward, grasping him by the front of his shirt, he didn't even cry out. Not even when she turned him, and shoved him backward into the bed, where he went sprawling on his back.

He sat up his elbows to see Azula grinning at him. She climbed up on the bed, straddling him. When she caught his hands and pinned them to the bed beside his head, all he could do was grin.

"Then beg," she said, and kissed him.

Sokka's head was spinning a little, and not just from Azula's wild, hungry mouth dashing against his. One moment she'd been trying to kill him, the next...

She's a complicated woman, he thought to himself, a little fiercely, his hands flexing on the empty air. He wanted to touch her, to grab her and have his way with her, but the grip she had on his wrists was tight. And he liked that, too. He liked being beneath her, pinned there, seemingly helpless.

He outweighed her by several stones and they both knew he could flip her around easily-if he wanted. Not that she couldn't put up a good fight. She'd probably win, if it came down to it, but he didn't want a fight. He wanted her. He'd already had her, and he still wanted her.

He lifted his hips into her, feeling his cock twitching at the pressure of her body straddling his. She felt him lift and her hips started moving back and forth across his, rubbing indecently against the front of his pants. He groaned, his tongue flicking against hers in a mad rush of desire. He swelled, his cock straining against his laces as she ground her hips down and back across him. It was torture. Pure torture.

He couldn't say he didn't deserve it.

Azula's mouth left his with a hot pant, a little gust of air that was flavored with need. She ran her mouth, her lips, her teeth, her tongue down his neck. Her teeth sunk into his neck, pulling at the skin and making him buck in her hands. His hands twitched, his muscles flexing on the bed as he drove his feet into the mattress. He lifted into her, hard.

Azula gasped, and tightened her thighs, riding him back down onto the bed. She put her weight on his wrists and pulled back staring into his eyes.

"Don't you look delicious..." There was a purr in her voice, a possessive glint in those heated citrine eyes. It made his heart lurch. He lifted his head, trying to capture her lips, but she moved back with a lusty laugh. "I thought I told you to beg."

"Please," he rumbled, lifting his head again. She studied his face and then shot forward, biting down on his lower lip. She sucked on it, hard enough to make his eyes slam shut. When she let his lip go with a soft pop, he let his head drop back to the bed. "Spirits...you're teasing me..."

"I think you like it," she said and leaned over him. He smiled and flexed his arms.

"Every fucking second," he said and lifted up, catching her mouth before she could move away. She leaned into the kiss, pressing him back into the mattress. Her hips ground along his and he lifted again, wishing with every fiber of his being that he was inside of her. He wanted to hear those breathy moans of hers, that scream that had echoed in the hallway while he'd fucked her. He wanted to make her cum again.

Azula let go of his wrists, kissing down his throat again. Her hands fell to the buttons on his vest, undoing them one by one, even as he tangled his hands in her hair. He caught on the pin in the little flame-shaped golden crown, and pulled on it. The whole thing came cascading down in a cherry-scented wave, falling across his shoulder as she worked her tongue into his pulse point. He tossed the sharp crown over the side of the bed and then sank his fingers into her hair.

He groaned as she nipped his skin again, but he didn't do what he wanted to do, which was grab her and flip her over. He was content to let her explore him. She had his vest open, her hand running between them, over his chest, nails raking wonderfully. She latched onto his neck and sucked again and he groaned, clasping the back of her neck, his neck arching into the heat of her mouth.

"Fuck..." he breathed, feeling a throb go through him from groin to toes. Azula released him and licked the tingling flesh. "I'm going to have hickeys, babe."

"You deserve it, my neck is nothing but bruises," she said, as she sat up. She was biting her lip, her hair tumbled down one shoulder, and half in her face. He could see his handiwork all right, already purpling on her slender neck. Just looking at those little bruises in the shape of his mouth made him want to add a few more.

"Sorry," he said with a grin, his hands sliding to her waist. He spread his big hands there and remembered how easy it had been to hold her there against the wall, plunging to deep inside of her he'd gotten lost.

"I don't think you meant that," she said, her hips rolling back and forth against him, putting that delicious pressure on his cock again.

"Maybe not," he grunted, his hands digging into her waist, feeling the push and pull of her hips as she rocked against him. "I kind of like the idea of leaving my mark on you, Princess. I want everyone to know you're mine."

Her eyes flashed and there was a heat to her cheeks. Her hands ran down the center of his exposed chest.

"You think I'm yours? After all that?"

"Well, you do like me," he pointed out with a teasing smile.

"I'm still angry with you," she said, her hands catching on the front of his open vest.

"I'll have to make it up to you somehow."

"I think I know how," she said as she pulled on his vest, yanking him up into a sitting position. Her mouth slammed to his and found himself kissing her again, just as hungrily, just as desperately as before. He couldn't get enough of her, her taste, her touch, her scent...

Sokka wrapped his arms around her, readjusting beneath her, her dress rustling as it bunched up between them again. As sexy as it looked on her, he suddenly wanted nothing more than burn the damned thing to ashes just to get it out of his way. Azula seemed to feel the same way about his clothing, because she was pushing the vest off of his shoulders, practically yanking it off in her haste to get him shirtless.

He didn't mind in the slightest, shrugging out of it and tossing it into the void that existed beyond the warm, cherry-scented circle of her arms. His world was narrowing down to her again, like she was the sun and he was just orbiting her. That was how it had felt in that hallway...he'd had no sense of the world but her in his arms, and oh, wasn't that dangerous...

So seductively dangerous...

Azula's hands ran along his bare back and tangled with his wolf's tail. He could already tell that she loved grabbing him by it and directing him where she wanted him. A little lusty finger of memory came to him—of her grabbing him by the hair and shoving him between her thighs. How wet she'd been for him, how warm and trembling and sweet...

He groaned and his hand landed on her lower back, pushing her into the slow roll of his hips. He was desperate for something deeper. Everything ached. She rolled her hips against his again and he felt a throb go through his cock. He broke off from her mouth and let out a shuddering breath against her hungry lips.

"I want to be inside of you," he said roughly, as his hands caught on either side of the buttoned closure on the back of her dress. He yanked on back of the dress, hard, and buttons popped and pinged off into the darkness with a distant clatter. The fabric ripped under his fingers, as Azula gasped and then laughed.

Her breathless laugh turned to a fierce purr of approval when his hands landed on the bodice.

"Yes, rip it off of me! Do it!" she said in a tight rush, leaning back, her tongue against her lips. The arousal in her eyes only spurned him on. He ripped her bodice down the middle, the fabric giving beneath his frantic hands, spilling her bare breasts against his chest. He let go of the ripped fabric and it fell to her waist in a frayed mess of red fabric and cloth of gold.

He had his mouth on her breasts in a flash, pushing his face in between the firm slopes, landing hot, rough kisses to her creamy skin. Azula laughed again, her chest heaving against his face, her hands tight in his hair, spreading on the back of his neck. Her nails pricked his skin, sinking into the scratches she'd already put there.

"You savage..."

"Savage, am I?" Sokka growled against her breasts and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her against him and twist in place on the bed. She landed beside him with a bounce, her hair spread across the maroon duvet. He flipped to his knees and grasped her, pulling her toward him with a rough jerk that had her gasping, her skirt riding up along her hips. He pushed her knees apart and bent over her.

"Yes..." Azula breathed when his mouth landed the inside of her knee. He kissed up her thigh, pulling at the soft muscle, peppering little bites here and there. She squirmed, pulling the skirt up to expose her pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties. He vaguely recalled her ripping them off in the hallway when he was eating her out. Her pussy was flushed red from their earlier lovemaking, swollen, still wet for him and opened like the most beautiful flower he'd ever seen. Her clit was engorged and cherry red.

Desire shot through him like a bolt of lightning. He knew how sensitive that little bud must be...

He glanced up at her and saw her watching him with her heart in her eyes, desire in the wild gallop of her breath. Seeing his intent, she pressed her thighs together a little, but he opened them again, pushing at her inner thighs with his thumbs. Panting, his hand shaking a little, he slowly ran his left thumb up between the soft, dripping warmth of her pussy, pushing into her cunt and then withdrawing. Azula took hitched in a little breath and her hips worked away from him, but he pulled her back with a tug.

He sank two fingers into her and pressed upward, making her gasp and writhe immediately. Her cunt clamped on his fingers and he felt a pulse go through her. Her arms collapsed her head pushing back into the bed. He pressed harder, fitting his body in between her legs. She grasped his wrist with both hands, but he used his free hand to grasp both of her wrists. He pulled her arms up over her head, and pinned her there, braced on his elbow.

"Sokka..." Her eyes fluttered closed and then opened, fixing him in a hazy, pleasure-laced gaze that only spurned him on. Her body clamped on his fingers in little waves, little upward jerks of her hips.

She could have thrown him off, but she didn't. Her fingers curled into her palms as he held pinned her, rubbing against the soft, spongy mound deep within her. He looked down into her eyes, watching as her mouth opened on a silent, breathless cry. Her hips tightened, pulsing into the deep pressure of his fingers inside of her cunt. She squirmed in his grip, her knees drawing up.

She wasn't breathing. He'd noticed she tended to stop entirely when she was about to come, and he found it incredibly arousing. He watched her, feeling her body tightening...waiting...

"Breathe," he whispered, and it was a command. Azula came with a desperate pull of air, her body arching off the bed, her pussy clamping on his fingers with a hard, pumping spasm. She pulled in great lungfuls of air as she tried to squirm away from him on instinct. He didn't let her, lowering himself down to his elbow and kissing the desperate pants from her lips. He let her come down slowly, kissing her deep and hard.

Slowly, he eased his fingers out of her, her soft, warm juices pooling on the covers beneath them. He pulled back and stroked her hair with the hand propping him up. Azula's eyes were hazy, her cheeks red, a splotchy flush going down her chest. He pulled his hand out between them and put his wet fingers to her lips, tracing them, painting them with her own warm nectar. Her tongue darted out, sliding along his fingers, suckling them into her mouth. She caught his wrist and his gaze.

His stomach clenched, watching as she lifted her head off of the bed, her tongue and lips sliding along his fingers, sucking deeply at them. When she pulled off of him, her pink tongue slowly ran along her lips. His cock twitched.

"See how good you taste?" he said and then kissed her, gently. She curled her fingers around his and lifted into his kiss, feathering her lips against his. When he released her wrists, she cupped his face, her thighs clamping on his hips, pressing him in between her shaking thighs. He pulled back and their gazes met with a hot burst of shared desire.

"Fuck me," she whispered, her thumb against his lower lip. It was a command, a plea, a promise.

Sokka smiled a little and then kissed the tip of her nose. "But I don't want to fuck you, Azula...I want to make love to you."

Azula's eyes softened. She lifted up to kiss him, rough and hungry. She broke the kiss, her mouth against his, noses bumping, lips catching. Her breath was warm and sweet.

"I'm yours," Azula whispered against his lips, sending a hot throb right through Sokka's heart. There was something...soft in the way she said it, as if she meant it, in every way that counted. He kissed her again, unable to resist the lure and heat of her tart mouth. Her fingers stroked the back of his neck, with gentle caresses that raised goosebumps on his shoulders and down his spine. Her hands followed the tingling rush, pushing into the muscles of his back, grasping at him, stroking him.

She pushed her hips up into him in that needy way of hers, and he immediately broke the kiss. She made a noise as he sat back on his knees, taking in the intoxicating sight of her spread out before him in her ruined dress. She drew in her knees and he caught her left leg, kissing her knee and then catching hold of her ankle. He pulled the pointed gold slipper off of her foot and tossed it aside, then did the same to her other foot.

He kept hold of her foot and glance down at her. Her eyes narrowed a little, and when he sucked her toes into his mouth, she laughed and wriggled beneath him, yanking her foot out of his grasp. "That's disgusting!"

"Not from where I'm sitting," he said with a flash of a grin, grasping her legs and tugging her down the bed a little. He rucked up her dress even further as he trailed his hands up her legs, over her waist and over her breasts. She watched him with hooded eyes, still grinning as she bit down on the joint of her curled index finger. His hands caught on the front of her ripped bodice. Just as she'd yanked him up by his vest, he tugged her up, scooping one hand up behind her as he did, his hand splaying on her back.

She laughed again, that crisp sound that was like golden bells sounding in his ears, as she settled on his thighs, her hands clasping the back of his neck again. "What exactly are you doing?"

"I have got to get this fucking dress off of you already," he said, plucking at the bunched up fabric of the skirt between them. He studied the thing for second; it was loose around her waist now, thanks to his enthusiasm. "Lift your arms."

"So bossy," she admonished, but her face was glowing as she raised her arms over her head. Sokka got his hands up under the skirt and with a gentle tug he had it up her waist, over her breasts, her head and then her arms. He tossed the whole thing aside with a careless gesture and turned back to face her. Her dark hair was tangled around her shoulders, one lock hanging into her eyes.

As she dropped her arms, he reached up and pushed it out of her face. She caught his hand, turning it to press a kiss in the center of his palm.

His gaze flicked down her body and back up to her face, his other hand stroking her back. "You are so naked right now."

"It's about time. Most men would have had me naked hours ago," she said, leaning close and biting down on his ear. Those hot bolts of lightning shot through him as she worked his ear with her teeth, and then sucked on it, hard.

"Most men don't know how to take their time and enjoy the best fucking meal of their lives," he rumbled as his eyes closed. He clamped down on his lip, moaning, pulling her even closer until she was straddling his lap again, the heat of her pressing right against his cock, her legs wrapping around his waist. She released his ear and rubbed her hips back and forth across him.

"Now you're comparing me to food?"

"Well, I did eat-" he started, but she put one hand on his face and shoved him backward. He landed with a laugh, his legs unfolding beneath him. His head hung off of the foot of the bed as Azula's mouth landed on his chest. She trailed little kisses across his pecks, her bottom teeth grazing his skin. His hips lifted into her, but she held him down with her thighs. Her hands smoothed down his ribs, spreading, gliding over his muscles. Sokka let his head hang, eyes closed as he let one hand slip into her hair.

Her nipping mouth moved lower, and she shifted down his legs, pushing his thighs apart. He felt her breasts against his erection, dragging heavily as her tongue ran in little circles across his abs. She let out one of those moans he realized he was beginning to get addicted to, and then cupped her hands around the obvious bulge between them. Her fingers squeezed him, shaping him through his pants.

"Azula..." he said, lifting his head, a throb of pain going through his neck. He sat up on his elbows, watching as she lifted her head from his stomach. There was a glint in her golden eyes, or fire and greed and desire. He watched as she grabbed the hastily tied knot on the front of his breeches and yanked it loose. She pushed open his pants, and then drew out his cock, her fingers encircling him. She stroked him lazily, rolling his foreskin up and down his head as he hardened even more.

Pre-cum beaded at the tip, rolling down over her fingers. She darted forward and licked at it, her tongue sweeping across the blunt tip and then teasing into the slit. He groaned, his hips lifting into the warmth of her tongue. She pulled back, though, licking her lips, her hand slowly working him.

"Now that is a meal," she said and he laughed, shaking is head.

"Fit for a princess?"

Her eyebrow lifted and he saw heat flush her cheeks again. She tilted her head to the side, and her eyes raked his cock appraisingly. Her lips pursed. "Hmm...well, I wouldn't say it fit, but you certainly did your best. Bravo."

Sokka put his hands over face, laughter shaking out of him, his head falling back over the edge of the bed. "Was that a compliment?"

"Hmmph, well at least now I know why you're so cocky all the damned time."

"I'm not cocky," he said, lifting his head again. He got his elbows beneath him and looked down at her as she stroked him.

"I beg to differ."

"Oh, now you're begging. Careful, I think I like that," he said, his voice pitched low and teasing. She rolled her eyes, but he could see amusement in her eyes, and the smile she was fighting crinkled the corners of her eyes.

"I think I know what you like," she said and pushed her mouth down on him. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, watching as she took him deep in her warm mouth. Her tongue ran along the underside of his shaft, pressing into veins and along the rim of his head. The gentle suction was enough to make his hands tighten on the duvet. His head tipped back.

"No, you're wrong... I don't like that, I love it," he said tightly as she hummed in her throat and worked her sheathed lips up and down, shaping him with a steady pressure that he knew he couldn't withstand long. Not after fucking her in the hallway like he had. He lifted into the heat of her mouth with little pulses of his hips, groaning as Azula's hand followed her mouth.

He closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the soft, wet sounds of her sucking his cock filling the still air of his scorched guest room. He could feel a hard, heavy pulse go through him, his muscles tensing. He groaned and mumbled her name, intent on stopping her before he came in her mouth again, but she pulled off of him with a gasp. He opened his eyes and saw her, open mouthed, red-faced, her eyes shiny in the lantern lights. Saliva was stringing from her lips to his cock and running down her chin.

"Fuck," he breathed, his breath tight, watching with burning eyes as she licked her lips and then pressed a sloppy, hungry kiss to the tip of his cock. He twitched in her fingers and she rolled out her tongue, sliding it along his cock and then against the rim of his head. "Oh, spirits, I don't want you to stop, but I'm... Fuck, I don't know how much more I can take."

She smiled, sharp and hungry, and he watched as her eyes flicked to his face, and then back to his cock. She lifted one elegantly manicured finger and pressed it to the head of his cock, teasing the slit gently. He hissed and bucked against her finger.

"That close, huh?"

"Yes," he said through his teeth. "I just...need a moment..."

"Poor Sokka..." Azula said, sitting back, wiping at her chin. Her lower lip poked out. "And I was having so much fun, too."

She got off of the bed and he started, swinging around completely on the foot of the bed and darting out a hand. He caught her by the wrist and she laughed as he tugged her back to the bed.

"Whoa! Don't go-!" he said as his arms wrapped around her waist and then slid down to cup her ass. Her hands cupped his face as he rested his chin on her taunt belly, staring up at her with his heart in his eyes. "Please stay."

"You're so easy," she purred and bent down, sliding a lusty little kiss across his lips. When she pulled back, she put her finger on his lips and said, "Take off your pants, Sokka."

"Gladly," he said, as she stepped away from him, and started toward the bathing room. "Uh...where are you going?"

"To get some water," she said, and the look she raked him with was scathing. "Someone made me scream intolerably loud earlier, and I'm dying of thirst."

"Believe me, I know how thirsty you are," he shot at her. She paused at the bathing room door and looked over her shoulder at him. His eyebrow arched a little, and he saw the grin she smothered. Then she disappeared into the bathing room and he heard the taps go. He pulled off his boots and kicked them away, then stood and shimmied out of his pants with an eagerness he hadn't felt since he'd been a horny teenager anxious for his first time.

When she came back, he was sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting for her. She had a glass of water in her hand. She seemed entirely unshy about her nakedness, but then again, Azula had never lacked for confidence. She had no reason to. Every delicious inch of her looked like it had been carved out of marble. She was gorgeous, intimidating, and incredibly, devastatingly sexy.

And, he was starting to find, she had teasing sense of humor in the bedroom, something he hadn't reckoned on. He liked it. More than liked it.

He let his eyes wander her body, unabashedly staring, his eyes lingering on her breasts, her hips, the dark triangle of hair at her thighs. She was staring at him too, as she walked toward him. When she held out the glass of water, he took it, and down a grateful gulp, realizing how dry his mouth was. Azula stepped close and he lifted his other hand, running his fingers up the backs of her thighs, over her ass and lower back. She took the glass of water back from him as he tilted his head back, just watching her, caressing her, enjoying her.

She drained the water, and he took the glass from her, setting it down on the floor beside his foot. When he wrapped his arm back around her, she was watching him. Her dark lashes lowered over her eyes for a moment, a coquettish look that intrigued him. When she fixed him in her gaze, he saw that soft look was back, that yearning expression that did things to him.

"What?" she said, nudging his shoulder with her finger. "You're staring."

"I don't think you mind."

She colored a little. "No... I... I like the way you look at me."

"How do I look at you?"

"I don't know...whenever you look at me there's this...heat in your eyes. It reminds me of my firebending. I like seeing that look in your eyes. I like..." she started, but then stopped herself.

"Like what?" he prompted softly, rubbing circles on her skin. He put his chin back on her stomach and watched a war being waged in those turbulent eyes of hers. "Tell me."

She met his eyes again. "I like being wanted by you, Sokka."

"The feeling is mutual," he said as he pulled a slow smile and wrapped his arms around her, tightly. He pressed his face against her stomach, into the soft muscle of her abdomen, landing heavy, loud kisses along her skin. She stroked the back of his neck. He felt incredibly content in that moment. "And to think I almost ruined this."

Her stroking hand stopped. "Oh, you just had to bring that up."

"Still mad?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure you've made it up to me yet."

"Just tell me what I can do to make it all better, Princess. I only want to please you," he said, dashing a toothy grin at her. She bent and kissed him, and it was searing and heated. When she pulled back he could see that bright glint in her eyes.

"I think I should put that mouth of yours to work before it gets you into trouble again. I think I may have to sit on it to keep you from talking," she said, and then pulled away. She surveyed him, nose to cock, and back again and then squared her shoulders. "Lay back on the bed."

"Your throne awaits," Sokka said and eagerly scooted back on the bed until his legs were no longer over the side. When Azula climbed up after him and straddled his face, he could only grin.

This was turning into the best night of his life.

Sokka licked his lips as Azula straddled his head, lowering herself down against his face.

"Fuck, I'm the luckiest man alive," he mumbled, sliding one arm up her thigh to her hip, the other between her legs. She jumped and let out a little whimper when his thumb slid along her swollen, slick flesh, parting her. He felt her hand in his hair, and wrapping around his wolf's tail in that way that she liked.

Grinning, he relaxed back into the bed, and tugged her down until her juicy cunt met his lips. His tongue darted out, swirling around, gathering moisture.

"Yes..."

That was all the encouragement he needed, spreading her open with his fingers and teasing his way up to the glistening red cherry of her clit. It jumped and quivered when the tip of his tongue wiggled thickly across it and she let out another gasping whimper.

He did it again, and enjoyed the way she pumped her hips back and forth, driving her pussy against the flat of his tongue, and pressing into the gentle invasion of his thumb. She mumbled his name and he felt her thighs tighten on either side of his face.

He experimented, driving his tongue into her clit as it tried to retreat, drawing it out again until it was hard and quivering, then drawing it between his lips and apply a gentle suction that drove her completely mad.

She cried out, that same scream from the hallway, when he'd made her lose control. He let out a groan and loudly suckled on her clit again, his tongue flicking across it again and again, back and forth. The steady suction and repetition had her writhing against his face, her hand in his hair tight and tangled.

Her hips pumped back and forth in a frantic rhythm, his thumb sinking deeper into her warm wetness. She let out a heady gasp and then her breath kept catching in little pants. He loved those little gasps as she tried and failed to draw in air. It only spurred him on.

He knew she was close when she stopped breathing entirely...and he released her clit, letting it rest against his lips, breathing on it.

"Don't stop," Azula said, her voice half a sob. He grinned and turned his head, kissing her inner thigh as he pulled his thumb out of her. She made a bratty little sound of protest and pushed herself against his face, sliding back and forth to ease the terrible ache in her. "Sokka, fuck...don't tease me..."

His hands scooped up under her ass and he moved her back just enough to look up into her eyes, and to position her dripping opening against his mouth.

"Azula, I want you to play with yourself. Make yourself cum for me."

Her eyebrow lifted and she turned hazy eyes on him. "Sokka..."

"I want you to come on my face while I fuck you with my tongue," he said without breaking eye contact.

Something in her eyes went wild with desire at that, and he thought, for a moment, that he saw actual fire roll along the tongue she swept against her teeth.

"Oh, you are nasty," she said with a groan. Never the less, her hand left his hair, sliding flatly along her breasts, her stomach, and then against her clit. She let out a breath, body clenching, muscles spasming. Her head went back as she bit down on her lip. She slid her fingers against her clit, working in soft circles. Sokka tilted her hips a little, and then lifted his head off of the bed and probed her hot cunt with his tongue.

She let out a little moan of pleasure at the sensation and her hips twitched back and forth against his mouth as he licked in and out of her. Her taste flooded his tongue. It was just as heady as before, sweet and musky and all Azula. He groaned, freeing one hand and grasping his cock.

He pumped himself slowly, licking in and out of her, his tongue plunging, pressing, while her fingers circled her clit. Her hips drove into his tongue with each circle of her fingers.

Her gasps became frantic, her fingers circling faster. She bent forward, bracing herself on the bed with her other hand, and he watched her face contort, mouth open. Those hot little sips of air started and he knew she was his.

She came with a bow of her back and another one of those breathy screams, her head driving down into the bed as she all but collapsed on him. Hot, honey-thick wetness coated his tongue as he lapped at her. She was shaking, shivering in place, fucking his head into the bed with a hard bang that slammed his nose into her pelvic bone.

He winced, but rode it out, feeling her sinking even farther into the bed. Her fingers fell away from her clit, and he dragged his aching tongue out of her and nudged it.

She jolted against him like he'd shot lightning through her.

"No...no, I can't..." Azula whimpered and squirmed away from him, sprawling on her stomach. She was heaving, her hair draped over her face as she pressed it into the bed. Sokka sat up, wiping at his chin as he turned to face her.

"Too much?"

"Fuck you," she snarled into the mattress. The grin on his mouth was obscene. His head tilted as his eyes raked across her ass. She didn't move when he got onto his knees and straddled her legs. She was pressed her thighs together as he peppered little kisses up the backs of her knees, her thighs and then, gently, across her ass. "What are you doing?"

"Exploiting a very tempting target," he said, and then bit down on her left cheek. She jolted, ramming her ass back up into his nose. He let go, backing off, his eyes watering a little. "Ow."

"You deserve it," she said, flipping her hair out of her eyes as she turned her head to stare at him over her shoulder. "I'm going to be sore for days."

"Just days? I was aiming for weeks," he said and lowered his mouth back to her flesh. He nibbled at her, letting his mouth wander where it would, tasting her skin, running his tongue up her spine, and then back. She seemed content to let him explore, or maybe she was too exhausted to move.

When he moved up to her shoulders, gathering her skin in gentle little sucking bites, she mumbled dreamily, "I fucking love your mouth."

A grin curled his lips. "You do?"

"Mmm...when you're not using it to aggravate me."

He nuzzled her ear. "You like it when I aggravate you."

"I do not."

"Come on, Azula...who else has the balls to go toe to toe with you? You like fighting with me because I fight back."

She sat up and half turned to face him. "You think so?"

"I know so."

"It's lucky for you most of our fights are verbal, then, because I would destroy you on a battlefield."

"I'll have you know that at least eighty percent of the weirdest boners I've ever had have been based on that knowledge alone," he said, knocking another one of those golden laughs out of her. He glowed in the warmth of it.

"The other twenty percent?"

"Well-organized libraries. Hard as a rock every time. No idea why." She collapsed onto her side, laughing, one hand over her eyes. Sokka watched her, feeling that hard pang in his heart again. "Do you know how sexy your laugh is?"

"I just sat on your face and you think my laugh is sexy?" she said, angling a skeptical look at him.

"Absolutely," he replied and bent, landing a kiss between her eyebrows. "I don't think I've heard you laugh much. I wasn't even sure you had a sense of humor in there."

"Well, I'm full of surprises."

"That you are, Azula," he said seriously, wonderingly, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "That you are."

She smiled then, and that pang in his chest became a sharp stab that reverberated throughout his body. Unable to stop himself, he bent and kissed her, hard.

She didn't seem to mind, her head coming up off of the bed, one hand on the back of his neck. His tongue pushed into her mouth, swirling against hers with a warm glide that made both of them moan.

He wasn't surprised when she pulled back, and rolled over beneath him, drawing up her legs and wrapping them around his waist. She pulled him in close and he hitched in a breath when his stiff cock slid along her warm, wet seam, the blunt tip pushing against her clit.

He readjusted beneath her, propping himself up on his elbow, his other hand slowly trailing along her sides and then down her thigh. He grasped her beneath the knee, pulling her a little closer. The movement brought his cock against her opening and he pressed in, just enough to make her breathe in in that breathy way that told him everything.

Her hands spread on his sides, his lower back, stroking slowly, raising goosebumps. That wild look was back in her eyes, something like greed there too. He slanted a soft kiss against her lips, and it was slow and wonderful, and everything.

When he pulled back, he met her gaze searchingly.

"Slowly," she whispered, and he kissed her again, and then slowly, gently, entered her. Azula broke the kiss, her head falling back, bruised neck exposed as she dug her head into the bed. "Oh, yes..."

He took her with a slow roll of his hips, easing his cock into her warm depths with a groan, his mouth alighting on her neck. He teased her flesh with his teeth as her nails dug little shapes into the flexing muscles of his back.

He rocked forward, into her, filling her with that steady, slow glide that sank pleasure into his very soul. With every rock of his hips, he brought her lower body in close with the hand beneath her knee. She tilted her head back down and captured his mouth.

They breathed against one another's open lips between searing kisses, both of them panting, hitching in little gasps of shared pleasure. One of her hands spread on the back of his neck, possessively.

I want to be hers, he thought, suddenly, sharply and with another bone-deep pang that throbbed like a phantom heartbeat inside of him. He deepened his kiss and his hips plunged against hers a little harder, taking her to the hilt.

Azula cried out and lifted into him at that. Her head went back for a moment, her eyes rolling up in her head. He pulled back and thrust into her again and she grabbed desperately at his ass. The bite of her nails acted on him like a whip and he took her again, harder than before, pressing and plunging with a rough snap of his hips that jounced her on the bed beneath him.

Nonsense and little fragments of sentences filled with moans and broken words spilled out of her as her head went back again, her body arching into his, taking him just as much as he was taking her.

Sweat ran down his back and the sounds of their bodies coming together were distant distractions from the pleasure he could see gathering on her face and he ignored them. His entire world narrowed down to the woman beneath him. She was all that mattered.

He slowed his hips and she moved restlessly beneath him, pushing up into his body with a desperate thrust. He let her settle back and then pulled out of her, leaving her to grasp at him, attempting to pull him back against her, into her. He stopped her, sitting back on his heels, surveying her spread out before him.

"Sokka—" she started, but he leaned over her and slammed a hot, hard kiss to her lips. He breathed against her mouth and then nuzzled her nose. He pulled back and looked into her eyes.

"I want you to ride me, Princess," Sokka said with a little growl in his voice. Her eyes flashed and he saw the effect those words had on her: greed and pure, unadulterated lust.

"It's about time you realized who was on top here," she said fiercely, as he scooped his arms around her.

"I've always known," he said as he lifted her, and turned in place to settled back against the headboard. She settled into his lap, limp-limbed and covered in sweat. He pulled her close as she settled over him, his face pushing in between her breasts, kissing and nibbling as she put her mouth against his forehead. When she tipped his face up and kissed him, he could sense the smile on her lips.

"You'd better," she said warningly as she reached between them and guided him to her opening. She hitched in a breath, and then slowly slid down his length. "Mmmm, I knew you had to be good for something."

"We aim to please," he said and then drew one of her nipples into his mouth. He rolled it, sucking on it hard enough to make her cry out. Her hands spread on his shoulders, pushing him back against the headboard in a slump and making him let go of her breast. He watched her readjust over him, her thighs tightening on his.

"Oh, I find you very pleasing," she said, lifting up until only the tip of him was inside of her. Then she pushed her hips back down, rolling them slowly as her body squeezed at the entire length of him like a vise. He groaned, watching her through slitted eyes.

He put his hands on her hips, but didn't guide her, content to let her find her own rhythm. She flexed her thighs, sliding up and down his thick length with a slow, languid roll of her hips.

Her hair was tumbled over her red, sweaty face, spilling down her shoulders in wild tangles. Her head tipped back, displaying those delightful little bruises peppered across her skin. There would be no hiding them. A lazy, sharp grin crossed his lips, pleasure driving into him with every roll of her hips.

Her eyes closed and her tongue poked out between her teeth, the corners of her lips curled in a self-satisfied little smile that did things to him.

"I love watching you take my cock, Azula," he said tightly, a little groan in his throat. Her eyes opened and fixed on him, heat blazing in the honey depths like distant lightning on a warm summer night. Her hips rolled a little faster, taking him in deeper. She bit down on her lip and grasped his hands with her own.

Their fingers laced. She braced herself against his hands and leaned back, her back arching, her hips snapping forward in short, claiming thrusts. He moaned and lifted into her, feeling her body clamping on him with every plunge of her hips. He was never going to stop loving that.

He watched her breasts bounce with every movement, her nipples dark and red and delicious. He was never going to get tired of that either.

She thrust down on him, hard, knocking a shuddering cry from her lips. Her hair flew as her head came forward. She loosened her grip on his hands and clapped her hands onto his chest.

The smooth thrusts of her hips became a deep, rough grind. Sokka moaned as she rode him, his hands slipping to her breasts as she leaned forward over him. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples in circles. She was taking in shallow sips of air again, and he could feel that deep, hard squeeze that told him everything.

Pleasure was digging at him, gripping him in a warm, slippery vise. Pressure started low in his groin, tingling upward. He could feel it in every inch of him.

She let out a sharp gasp and her nails raked his chest and then spread on his pecks. Her face screwed up, sweat on her skin. The muscles of her stomach were contracting in enticing little spasms as she ground on his cock.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck, oh fuck..." The words poured out of her in a relentless, breathless tumble. His hands slipped back to her waist. One hand spread on her arching lower back, the other pressed flatly on her belly, right beneath her belly button. He pressed in hard and she jolted and squirmed back and forth in a frantic, desperate grind.

Distantly, he was aware of the bed bouncing beneath them with a loud creak, of the headboard slamming against the wall, but all that mattered was the woman in his arms, riding him into the bed. His head bounced against the wooden headboard as he gritted his teeth, his stomach tightening, pleasure building in him like a hurricane.

She stopped breathing and her hips tightened. Her mouth opened as her eyes fluttered, showing him the whites as they rolled back in her head. Her pussy clamped on him, hard, and he surged off of the headboard, wrapping his arms around her as she orgasmed.

"That's right...take it...so fucking amazing," he mumbled against her cheek as she desperately dragged in lungfuls of air. She was still shuddering, a fresh wave of perspiration breaking out over her skin. He stroked her back, keeping as still as possible, but every shudder of her over-sensitive body made her whimper and cling to him. Her hand spread on the back of his neck as she turned her head and caught her lip against his.

"What are you doing to me?" she breathed in a slurry, dreamy voice. Then she kissed him, spilling little pants into his mouth as he rubbed slow circles into the slick skin of her back. She shifted forward, the movement pressing his cock deep inside of her. She turned her head, letting out another shallow cry. A full body shudder took her and she circled her hips slowly, then pulled back and glided forward again.

Their bodies stuck together, wet with sweat and the slick moisture of her body. She was teetering on the precipice of another orgasm. He could feel it in her gathering muscles, and it reverberated through his body. He'd been pushing back his own pleasure by the skin of his teeth, but his control was slipping.

"Look at me," he said, cupping her face. Her eyes half-closed, hazy with desire. Her cheeks were red and splotchy, and her black eyeliner was starting to smear beneath her eyes. He'd never seen anything sexier, more beautiful, in his life.

"Sokka...I'm..." she started, but trailed off into an open-mouthed, shallow gasp that was more breath than sound. Her pussy clenched around his length again and he shook in her arms. That seemed to bring her back. Her eyes swept over the tightness in his jaw, and the veins standing out on his arms. "Are you going to cum?"

"M'close," he said, and it was more of a grunt than a word. Her nails dug into his neck and that deep, lusty greed bloomed into her eyes again.

"I want it," she breathed, and her hips worked forward against his, hard and tight. "I want you to cum inside of me, Sokka."

Some part of his brain went absolutely insensible at that and the other half started running around, screaming, on fire with want. If there was any rationale left, it was gibbering in a corner.

He caught her lips, and she moaned, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he pulled her against his chest, hard. Her breasts flattened against him as he put one hand on her lower back and then lifted them both up and then forward.

They landed on the bed in a tumble, with her on her back beneath him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him inside of her when he might have slipped out. He sank down onto the bed with her and caught her hands, pinning them the bed.

His knees drove into the bed and he pumped forward, into her eager body. She arched beneath him, bringing their bodies together. He slammed into her, hard and she cried out and dug her head back into the bed.

"YES!"

His mouth landed hot and heavy on her neck and then her mouth as she caught it with her own, lifting her head off the bed. His hips slapped against hers, hard and rough. When her head fell back on the bed, he could see that breathless moan of hers starting.

Her body squeezed his, milking him, taking him close and closer to the an edge he couldn't avoid. He wanted to make her cum again...needed to...wanted to feel...

Azula's body arched hard beneath him as he pumped inside of her. A loud, rasping cry left her and she freed her hands, grasping handfuls of his flesh, sinking in her nails, her legs gasping his hips so hard he was locked deep within her.

She shivered beneath him as he put his face into her neck, mumbling in her ear again, totally lost to the sensation of the woman wrapping around him, of the pleasure breaking over him in hot waves, until he couldn't hold it back any longer.

He came inside of her with a pump of his hips, slamming home and then stilling. He cried out against her neck, every muscle tightening and tensing as he burst inside of her warm, grasping body.

"Yes...yes..." Azula shuddered, stroking the back of his neck as he slowly stilled inside of her, her body still squeezing him in little aftershocks. His eyes closed as he breathed in the scent of her, of the scent of their lovemaking.

They stayed like that for a long moment, his weight practically crushing her into the bed. She didn't seem to mind, and it was a good thing, because he didn't think he had the strength to move. Every bone in his body felt like it was made of water. He breathed slowly, feeling her relaxing beneath him, coming down her own high.

He felt himself softening inside of her though, and pressed his hands into the bed, leveraging himself up off of her. He slipped out of her with a warm gush, and she moaned a little at the sensation.

Slowly, tiredly, Sokka got his knees beneath him and sat up between her spread thighs. Azula's hands dropped lazily to the bed beside her head. She was staring at him sleepily, blinking slowly, a self-satisfied little smile on her lips.

"You look as satisfied as a cat in the cream," he said warmly, wiping a hand down his sweaty face.

"Do I? Seems appropriate," she purred, one hand slipped down between her legs. He watched her slip her fingers inside of her, pressing in deep. When she pulled her fingers out, he saw his cum spill out of her. She met his gaze and sucked her fingers into her mouth. She made a sound of pleasure and he saw her tongue flash.

"Now I know you're trying to kill me," he said with a soft laugh, falling to the side as a hot stab of desire going through him. He wondered at the feeling. He didn't think it was possible for him to want her even more than he already did, and yet...

"Kill you? After that? I was thinking of erecting a statue in your honor."

Sokka grinned and rolled over onto his side to face her. He propped his head up on his hand. "A statue?"

"Yes, quite a large one," she mused.

"Naturally," he said as she grinned and sat up on her elbows. She leaned over and kissed him. Her lips feathered over his. He tasted himself on her tongue when it slipped against his, and he moaned. When she pulled back, he saw that that greedy light was still there, but it was softer now, and yet somehow more determined.

They stared at one another for a long moment, and something...unspoken passed between them. He couldn't quite grasp it, not through his post-orgasmic haze, but it was important, and he knew it.

Azula stroked his cheek and then landed a soft kiss between his brows that surprised him.

"Azula-" he started, reaching for her when she pulled back, but she slipped out of his arms. "What are you-?"

"I should clean up," she said demurely, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She got to her feet and immediately grabbed for the bed. A self-conscious laugh left her as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

His eyebrow quirked. "Shaky legs?"

"Oh, someone's proud of themselves," she shot at him with another teasing grin, and pushed away from the bed, walking toward the bathing room with her head held high. Sokka watched her disappear through the door and then collapsed onto his back on the bed.

He stared at the ceiling without really seeing it, letting his mind drift into a sex-soaked haze of contentment. He took in a deep breath. Azula's perfume filled his senses. It clung to his skin and sat in the back of his mouth, the ghost of cherry blossoms and sweet clover honey.

His hand brushed down the center of his body, sweat and other liquids slick beneath his fingers. He ran his fingertips over the scratches she'd put in his chest, each raised welt a road map of her pleasure.

He glanced at the door of the bathing room for a moment, a hard dig of want shooting through him. When he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed and took to his feet, he was chagrined to find that his knees were as watery as his mind. Grinning, he got up and walked into the bathing room.

"Knock, knock," he said, stopping in the doorway. Azula was standing at the sink, staring into the mirror, gnawing on her swollen bottom lip. She looked up at his reflection and he saw her expression soften from a slightly worried one. He frowned. "You okay?"

"I'm sore," she said, putting down the wet washcloth she'd been using. "And messy."

"I take full responsibility," he said warmly, walking toward her. She didn't move away when he wrapped his arms around her and tucked his face into her neck.

"You'd better," she said, and he felt her hand over his as he laid it flat on her stomach. He kissed her neck and she made a soft little purr of pleasure. "My makeup is in shambles."

"I know...you look so hot," he whispered, looking up at their reflections in the mirror. He swayed on the spot with her, studying her face in the mirror.

"I look like I've been fucking all night," she shot at him tartly, but her lips were curling at the corners.

"Not all night... But if I had my way..." he said and raked his mouth along her neck to her ear. He met her eyes in the mirror. "I could quickly become addicted to making love to you, Azula."

"That's the sex talking," she said, though he could see the quickening of her breath, feel it beneath his arms. He tightened his grip on her and smiled.

"That's me talking," he said heavily and rested his chin on her shoulder again. "You're kind of incredible."

"Yes, I know."

He laughed and turned her around to face him. She didn't fight it, putting her arms around his neck. He looked down at her, grinning as they swayed on the spot and he felt her fingers caressing the stubble on the back of his head. His hands rested on her back, spreading, cupped her against him. Her eyes were turbulent as she looked at him, and he felt another hard pang deep in his stomach that raced to his chest.

"What's going through that head of yours, Princess?"

"I don't know," she mumbled and then pulled on her lip with her teeth. "For once in my life, I don't know."

"I know the feeling," he admitted. "I think you broke my brain."

"Oh? Was it working before?" she said with some of her old acidity and he grinned.

"Not well. I mean, I did leave you standing in a hallway like a moron," he said and then winced as her lips twisted. "Uh...did I mention I was sorry about that?"

She stood up on tiptoe. "A few times... And eventually I may forgive you."

He put his forehead against hers. "I guess I'll just have to keep trying then, huh?"

"Well, your groveling does please me."

"Pretty sure all of me pleases you, Princess."

"Oh, you are smug, aren't you?" she said with heat in her voice.

"Yeah, but it turns you on," he said roughly and kissed her. Despite everything they'd just shared, despite exhaustion clawing at him, his heart raced as he kissed her. She sank into him, boneless and warm and supple. His hands caressed her side as his tongue flicked slowly against hers. Her kiss was peppered with soft little moans and he felt shivers go down his spine at the sound of them.

His exhausted, sated body seemed to forget itself as she pressed her body against his. His cock twitched and then swelled to half-mast. He groaned as the blood rushed south, tangling his hand in her hair, angling her head to slant a deep, rough kiss across her mouth. She clung to him, lifting into him for one long, heat-filled moment.

She broke first, breathing shallowly as she turned her head.

"You are going to be a problem," she said, her tongue sliding along her lips. She glanced down between them and then back up into his eyes. Her lips quirked at the corners. "Both of you."

"I think you've already proven you can handle us," he said and she rolled her eyes, but he could tell she was trying not to smile outright.

"I think you both need a cold shower."

"Mmm," he said, kissing her temple. "Maybe a hot bath instead?"

"Is that an invitation?"

"Absolutely," he said and reached down, grabbing a handful of her ass. "A long soak would do those sore muscles some good. And I promise, no funny business."

"Why don't I believe you?" she said with that soft smile that told him she was pleased about something.

"Utter lack of credibility?" he shot at her with a grin, as he walked toward the bathtub in the corner of the room. It was larger than the big copper kettles they used for bathing in the South Pole, but smaller than some of the truly indecent tubs he'd seen in the Fire Nation palace. He'd seen the one in Zuko's suite, for instance, and it was large enough to swim in. This tub was golden, with clawed dragon's feet, a curled lip and a high back. The whole thing looked like a giant slipper.

He stoppered it and turn on the taps. Steam rose as hot water filled it, curling around his face as he perched on the lip of the tub. Azula stood at the sink, scrubbing at her smeared makeup. He watched her as the tub filled, his elbows resting on his knees.

She stood on tiptoe and leaned into the sink to get closer to the mirror, rubbing the wet cloth beneath her eyes to wipe away a black smudge of kohl. There was a look of concentration on her face, and he found it adorable.

A flash of something...wanting flooded him and he had a momentary vision of her in his big, light-filled apartment in Republic City, of her with a cup of tea in her hands, wearing nothing but one of his large blue shirts, with her makeup all smeared from sleep, and her hair tangled and soft. There was something seductively domestic about the vision and he couldn't stop the feeling of longing in him that it conjured.

His hands folded into his palms and he dug his nails in, feeling a lump in his throat. Maybe it was the incredible sex talking, but he didn't think so. It wasn't the first time he'd envisioned a place with her in his life, and what that might be like.

Those had been idle thoughts, something wistful and wondering, when he'd thought this thing went one way. He'd known she was attracted to him—it had been painfully obvious to him for a long while—but he'd just assumed she didn't like him.

Well, that had been his big mistake...and now... Now his world had been upended. She liked him, but how much? Enough to sleep with him, obviously, but was that all it was? What did it mean?

His leg bounced up and down as he watched her put down the washcloth. She started clawing her fingers through her hair. She was humming slightly, and the sound of her voice was a soft, golden thrum that ran warm little fingers across his senses.

He couldn't help the smile that hovered on his lips at that.

Listening to her humming as the bathtub filled behind him, sending clouds of steam billowing across the little bathing room and clinging to his damp skin, he realized he knew exactly what he wanted this thing between them to mean.

As good as the sex between them had been, that wasn't the part that was sticking in his mind. It was her. Her laughter, the tease of her, the little smiles as she lowered her walls and let him in. He'd glimpsed something there, in her, that he was sure not many people had before. He'd liked what he'd seen.

And it only made him want her more, and not just in a carnal way. He could feel it swelling in him like a balloon, expanding outward, overtaking him. He wanted to let it happen...

But what did she want?

He was still mulling that over when he turned off the taps. His hand idly swirled in the warm water as she glanced his way and smiled a little. Her head cocked to the side. "You really do like watching me, don't you?"

He shrugged. "I'm a simple man. I love beautiful naked women who could kick my ass. It's a known weakness of mine."

She walked toward him and he automatically slipped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her stomach. She cupped his face, stroking his cheek, and then gently pulled the tie out of his hair, letting it cascade down around his ears. Her fingers carded his hair, that soft little smile on her lips again.

After a long moment, she said, "If I had any weaknesses... Well, I don't, but if I did, then perhaps it would be...men with blue eyes who make me laugh."

"Mmm," he intoned, frowning. "I think I know guy like that, I should hook you two up. You'd love him. Hilarious. A very caring and gentle lover. And his dick his huge."

A laugh bubbled out of her and she rolled her eyes again. "He sounds perfect."

"He's exactly your type."

"Is he?"

"And you're his type, too," he admitted and then swallowed. "You're everything he wants, Azula."

She bit down on her lip and slowly let it slide out of her teeth. Her voice was soft, those citrine eyes even softer. "Am I?"

Sokka nodded and rubbed little circles on her back. She blinked sleepily at him, pushing a strand of hair back behind his ear. He could feel that thing in his chest again, that deep, sharp ache that filled him with a series of emotions, most of them desire. But desire for what...he wasn't sure.

"Azula, I'm—" he started, not sure what he was about to say but very sure he was about to say something, but she glanced at the bathtub, drawing in a sharp breath.

"About that bath?" she interrupted brightly, lifting a hand to her mouth. Her fingers brushed her lips and then dropped, as if she'd caught herself for a moment.

"Right, yeah," he said and unfolded himself from her arms. He made a sweeping gesture towards the tub. "After you, Princess."

"How gallant," she said as she lifted one foot and put it into the water. "Mmm, I like it hot."

He grinned but refrained from commenting on that, still holding her hand as she finished climbing in, and then sat down. She scooted forward, her knees to her chest, as he climbed in behind her. The warm water enveloped him as he sat down with his legs on either side of her. Azula settled back against him and her head came back against his shoulder.

Sokka smiled as she made that little happy purr in her throat again. He felt her entire body relax against his as he put his arms around her middle.

"Comfy?" he said against her ear.

"Mmm..." she said, and he noticed that her eyes were already closed. "This is perfect. Exactly what I needed."

"Couldn't agree more," he said, although he wasn't sure he meant the bath. He wasn't sure that's what she meant either, but he wasn't going to press. He felt her hands on the arms he had wrapped around her. Her fingertips swirled against his skin beneath the steaming water.

They sat like that for a while, content to just let the hot water soak into their exhausted bodies. His eyes closed for a long moment and he felt the gentle pull of sleep take him for just long enough to alarm him. He snapped his eyes back open, and blinked several times in the steamy air.

"M'not careful I'm gonna fall asleep," he said with a tired half-chuckle.

"Me too," she said in a slurry voice. "Talk to me."

"About what, babe?" he whispered, kissing her ear. She glanced at him and then put her head back on his shoulder, settling down against him more firmly. She drew one leg up, her tip of her knee breaching the water.

"Anything. I just like your voice."

"You do, huh?"

"Mmm..."

His sleepy mind was slow to grasp at words, but he finally found them. "When did you start liking me?"

"When did you start liking me?" she shot at him, cracking one eye open and fixing him in a sidelong stare.

"I asked you first, Princess."

He saw heat color her cheeks and it wasn't from the water. "I don't know. A while ago, I suppose, but..."

"You didn't realize it?" he teased, lifting a hand out of the water and brushing her hair aside. He kissed her below the ear.

"I suppose I didn't. Although I've had a number of fantasies about shutting you up by sitting on your face."

"I guess you can check that one off of the old bucket list," he said and nibbled her ear. He saw her bruised neck flush red and splotchy at that, but there was amusement in the corner of her lips as she turned her head to meet his eyes.

"Hmm, well...I like achieving my goals."

"My little go-getter," he whispered against her ear. She hitched in a breath and glanced at him again. That sparkle was back in her eyes, that heat that licked him from balls to brains.

"Your turn. When did you know you liked me?"

"Two years ago."

She blinked in surprise. "Two...two years ago? Excuse me?"

He pulled a wide grin. "Remember when you and Zuko came to Republic City for the Harmony Festival, and we had that big fight in the middle of the courtyard on Air Temple Island?"

"Yes, you were being an idiot."

"Mmm... Debatable."

"Is it, though?" she shot at him, her nose wrinkling. He stopped, thought a moment and then shrugged.

"Fair enough," he said, with a tilt of his head and a brief smile. "The point is, you were standing there in the sunlight and it just hit me how beautiful you are. I mean, I always thought so, but... You were so mad I thought you were going to light me on fire, but then I started thinking of how cute you were, and then I thought, you know, if I kissed her she'd stop yelling at me. And then I thought, naww, naww if I tried that she'd definitely light me on fire. So I didn't. But after that... Well, let's just say I've been making a lot of thin excuses to come visit my old pal Zuko."

Her brow lifted. "So you've been flirting with me the whole time?"

"Yeah. Thanks for noticing."

She huffed a little. "I noticed, I just...didn't notice. I thought you were being intentionally annoying."

"I was. I thought you were starting fights on purpose."

"I was. You were right. Everyone else is terrified of me. Normally I like that, but... You're not afraid of me."

He snorted out a laugh. "I'm terrified of you."

"You are not."

"Am so. When I walked into the suite earlier, I knew if you really wanted you'd light me on fire."

"I... I don't want to light you on fire," she said softly, and something about the way she said it made his heart squeeze tight. He put one finger beneath her chin, turning her head so that he could stare into her eyes.

"Too late," he whispered and then feathered a soft kiss against her willing lips. She moaned, and with a slosh, turned around in the tub to face him. He pulled her into his arms, her legs sliding around his, and then she was pressing herself against his chest, her mouth on his...warm and sweet and needy...

Her tongue swirled against his. His hands were in her hair, sliding along her shoulders, holding her against him. It seemed to go on for hours, or maybe days. He wasn't sure. Everything was a blissful haze of warm water, the scent of her skin, the taste of her in his mouth like sweet ripe cherries.

When they finally broke apart, she was panting and so was he. She let out a shuddering breath and put her forehead against his. Her fingers walked along the scratches on his chest as she licked her lips.

"Sokka..." she started and then stopped. Her eyes met his and then flicked away. "It's late, I should probably..."

"Stay the night with me," he said, cupping his hand around her neck, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. "Please."

"Are you trying to make up for leaving me earlier?"

"No," he said truthfully. "I just want to wake up with you in my arms."

He saw something bloom in her eyes, that need he'd glimpsed in the bedroom, and he felt it echo through his body. She searched his face, her lips parted.

"Sokka...I..." Azula started and then took another shivery breath. He already knew what her answer would be, but when her gaze softened and she fixed him in the heat of her eyes, something in him crowed with triumph. "Yes. Yes, I'll stay."

He smiled wide and searched her face. Then he kissed her again, and she sank into his arms. When they finally broke apart, the water was cold, and Sokka knew one thing, and one thing only.

He was falling for her.

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Note: Part III to follow soon! I hope you guys are enjoying this! It's been a blast to write. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this, especially everyone who has been following the story on my Tumblr. You guys are keeping me going!