Chapter 6 – Lazy Morning

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Drunken Dragon Tavern was as busy as usual despite the near dawn time of the day. The barmaids on the night shift were always the older ones; older, bigger, plumper. But, on the plus side, they usually had looser morale compass.

"Come now, love", the off-duty mercenary pleaded drunkenly with a random barmaid on his lap, laughing along with his drinking buddies. "Just one bite. It won't hurt."

"Zao! You know the rule!" the bartender/bouncer/owner hollered from behind the counter. "No bloodsucking!"

"Aw, come one, old man", Zao laughed derisively, holding on to the barmaid. "She won't mind, will she?" the drunken man turned to the barmaid and batted his beady eyes.

"No, she won't", the woman sighed, putting down a tray she was holding. "But", she pushed her long hair to the side, revealing her neck that was unprotected by the low cut of her dress. "No more than a gulp."

"Promise", Zao held up his palm. At the cheering laughter of his friends, his face changed and he sunk his fangs on the woman's neck, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the latter. The old bartender sighed and threw his hands up.

Vampire's saliva has a peculiar psychotropic property. When it enters the victim's bloodstream, it will quickly inhibit pain receptors and travel to the brain where it stimulates the release of certain neurotransmitters such as dopamine, and induces euphoria, and reduces the effect of norepinephrine to weaken focus and pain perception. In effect, a vampire bite can be quite an enjoyable, almost orgasmic experience.

Zao was turned last year by his captain, the large silent man in an iron-plated laminar armor who was sitting at the other side of the round table, the only one who did not laugh or smile or cheer at the commotion. But, having a permanent vamped-out face sort of ruins a person's smile.

That is one of the unsolved mysteries of the vampirism. Pureblooded vampires are always born normal, with the ability to assume fanged face, the ability to retain blood in their system for a period of time, being able to secrete the neurochemical in their saliva, etc. Vampires sired by pureblooded more often than not come out quite normal too. Vampires sired by the non-pureblooded, however, sometimes come out wrong. The most common thing that goes wrong is the secretion of neurochemical. The thin-blooded running rampart in the Earth Kingdom often left a bloody mess when they fed, hence wrongly advertising the cruel and gory nature of the vampires.

The second most common occurrence is the permanent fanged face, like what Captain Zhu Jang is suffering from. Strangely, Zao that he sired turned out fine.

Grunting, the captain drowned his tankard of bitter ale in one large gulp, the clear brownish liquid dripping down the side of his mouth since his fangs made it impossible to use the tankard properly. He swore he did not have any malicious intent when he slammed the tankard to the ground and leaped across the table at Zao, pushing him and the tavern wench to the ground.

The Captain kept insisting that he did it because of the crossbow bolt that flew through the window and embedded itself on the table and how it would have pierced Zao's head had the Captain not pounced at him.

Similar thing happened at Komodo-Rhino Horn tavern at the dock, where Sang Min and Ru Yong were discussing about the merchant ship Stagbull that had come into the dock and put up for sale by the marina. The captain was found murdered in the alley shortly after they landed –mugged, by the look of things-, and how his ship was impounded since he had no relatives or beneficiaries. A similar crossbow bolt with a message written on it flew in through the window and knocked Ru Yong's tankard off his hand.

And at Uncle Yam's, at Hidden Fangs BYOB (Bring Your Own Blood), at Sur Ching Booze House, at Broken Boarilla Bar, and pretty much every taverns, bars, and watering holes where freelance mercenaries, thugs, bounty hunters, and other sorts of insidious and nefarious characters hang out.

One single message was sent to all these people.

-B-L-O-O-D-

Fire Prince Ozai had slept late that night; he had to listen to his wife nagging about their daughter. He had had to deal with his father and his meticulous demand of perfection, his nephew and his crazy antics, his own high standard regarding his contribution to the war effort before that, so much that he had to miss the dinner with his children at the eve of their arrival and he even had to sleep in a guest room in the Royal Wing since they had to resume their meeting early in the morning.

He was hoping to kick back and relax and, perhaps if Agni permits, to have some since it had been awhile. Instead, he had entered his room to find Ursa clouded in a gloom atmosphere which he took as the sign that their children had arrived. Ozai himself had lost track of time and would have raced to greet his children had it not been in the middle of the night when he adjourned to his own room.

Ursa had kept him awake with her nagging and grousing about their daughter. Azula didn't even look me in the eye, she had said; she wouldn't stick around me, Ursa had said; Azula nearly killed a boy who was flirting with her, she had reported; Azula's been avoiding me, she said.

He had tried his luck and tried to be the dominant one; Ursa had whipped him with her firebending and called him an insensitive hog-monkey. Morning had come and Ursa awoke before him, apparently waiting for him to wake up so she could nag some more. Seriously, Ozai thought, he was under the impression that being married means he could get laid whenever he wanted.

So far, his marriage had been quite… good. Ursa was a great wife, a good mother, and, as he often whispered into her ears during their love making sessions, an even better lover. Sighing, Ozai decided that he had enough. In the middle of listening to Ursa recounting the way Azula acted during last night's dinner for the fifth time, he simply jumped at her and ripped her robe off and proceeded to ravish her thoroughly.

In the middle of him pounding into his wife, Ursa took charge and Ozai was glad he married her.

-B-L-O-O-D-

Azula woke up slowly with the sun. Gradually, the sensation on the surface of her bare skin returned; her smooth silk blanket and bed sheet, the pillow under her head, and the warmth of his skin on her back and around her waist and legs. A faint smile graced the Princess' face as she reached down to the pair of arms holding her gently, tracing her dainty fingers on the well-toned lean muscle on the forearm. Her finger stopped at the long gash that felt soft, on the back of his hand between his thumb and index finger. Aligning her palm on the back of Lin's hand, the Princess stroked her thumb gently along the four centimeters scar.

Azula felt the chest at her back expanding as Lin took in the early morning air and woke up. His arms gripped Azula tighter and his hand took hers. Azula felt him pressing his face on the back of her head, exhaling warm breath into her hair. She could feel something hard and hot pressing against her butt cheek. Firebenders rise with the sun, alright, she smirked.

"Morning, sleepyhead", he said, making the Princess smile.

"You're staying tonight", it was neither a request nor a question.

"I'm leaving tomorrow", Lin said into her hair, taking in a deep breath, savoring the comforting scent of the girl's hair.

"You can just send someone, you know", Azula groused a bit.

"Can't", Lin cleared his throat and straightened up; Azula rolled around and turned to him, suddenly felt very naked as she tugged the blanket on her chest higher. "I have to get my sword back. I can't let anyone do this for me; it's a family heirloom", Lin said, looking down at Azula who was absentmindedly tracing along one of the several scars on his front. There was a large thickened slash on his upper chest, on the left side, and a round puncture scar on the left side of his abdomen, and many more smaller, less significant, and fading scars.

Sighing, Azula snuggled into his chest; Lin welcomed the initial ticklish sensation of the Princess' hair rubbing on his skin, followed with the much appreciated warmth from where their skins met.

"Bring me back something", Azula huffed when she could not come up with anything.

Lin snickered.

Azula simply huffed again. "Dummy", she grumbled. "Oh, just in case you are still conflicted about your decision to waste your time in Shu Jing", she smirked as her hand went inside the blanket and down to his… thing, stroking the shaft and its skin that felt surprisingly soft in her hand. "Thanks for the late night snack", she slid down and started to systematically pleasure him orally.

-B-L-O-O-D-

"This doesn't help", Ursa grumbled, combing her long voluminous hair with her fingers and throwing it across her bare shoulder, whipping Ozai's face intentionally.

Sitting by the woman's side in the bed, back against the headboard, Ozai scoffed. "Speak for yourself; that was great for me."

"You were rough", Ursa commented sourly.

"Well", Ozai simply scoffed again as he turned to his wife, hands began feeling up on the woman's body under the blanket. "I can go gentler."

Now, it was Ursa who scoffed. "Yeah, right", she managed before Ozai claimed her lips and the rest of her.

Overwhelming force, Ursa thought. That's who he is.

-B-L-O-O-D-

Azula returned to her room with a pair of maids in tow. The latter were bearing a tray of a heavy breakfast meal each; one was bearing a bowl of rice, a bowl of spiced possum-chicken soup, a plate of honeyed grilled pork-venison, and a plate of spicy-sauced omelet; the other servant was carrying a pitcher of orange juice and an empty cup, and a plate of assorted slices of fresh fruit.

"Remember", Azula said with her usual high tone whenever she spoke with servants. "I do not want to be disturbed. I'm going to meditate all day in my room."

"Yes, Princess", the pair of maids curtsied and inclined their heads a little and walked to the round dining table in the room. They did their job expertly, knowing full well of the Princess' perfectionist tendency. Done with their work, they exited the room and went back to their post in the kitchen.

Azula closed the door behind them, bolting it and twisting the key in the keyhole. Just to be safe, she held out a palm and chanted several words of the long-lost language of Sun People. A layer of translucent energy pulsated over the surface of the door and Azula smirked at her work; no way her mother could barge in now.

She lazily walked to her bathroom, flipping her ponytail. She did similar gesture with her hand but it caused a layer of energy around the closed door to materialize instead and faded away like a burst bubble. Suddenly, Azula could hear the sound of drizzling water coming from inside it. She rapped her knuckle on the door, signaling Lin inside.

Lazily, the Princess sat on the side of her bed, playing with the sash of her nightrobe. Moments later, the sound of the shower disappeared and Lin's head popped from behind the door. "Where did my toothbrush go?"

"I threw it away", Azula shrugged lightly. "Mai and Ty Lee came over at some point and I didn't want to let them catch anything that has your scent."

"…Oh", Lin shrugged back.

"Just use mine", Azula said, prompting Lin to go back in but he left the door ajar.

Scoffing a little, Azula felt a bit light somewhat. She let her weight drag her down to the bed, lying sideway with her arms crossed still; she did that a lot. She almost let her sleepiness envelop her had Lin not come out several minutes later, clad in his simple pants and shirt; his armor and garb they had kept in a special hidden compartment Azula had carved out with a powerful magic that melts stone, sprayed with strongly fragrant vanilla oil –her favorite perfume to hide the scent-, and enchanted with a spell that obscure visual perception, making the wall appear normal and undisturbed. Lin was able to see through the enchantment only because Azula had used a drop of his blood in the process of the enchantment.

"What's wrong?" Lin asked; Azula narrowed her eyes at him.

"Don't use my words against me", she warned although she willingly snuggled closer into his arms. "Breakfast's ready."

"Wanna eat now?" Lin asked back, tucking one of Azula's bangs behind her ear and stroking the side of her face gently.

"Too tired, can't walk", Azula whined like a little girl, smirking.

"Lazy bum", Lin playfully hissed, circling his arms over the Princess' torso while the girl linked her arms on his neck. Lin sat up and stood up easily as if the Princess cradled in his arms weighed nothing at all. Azula herself, with arms and legs linked for support and hugging the boy tight with her head resting on his shoulder, quite enjoyed being carried around. "Wanna sit?" Lin asked again as they arrived at the table. Azula grunted tiredly and straightened up and, looking at Lin's eyes, shook her head sleepily. Naturally, Lin just sat down with the Princess still on his lap.

"You have to eat", Lin said and Azula simply hugged his neck again, whining like a little girl.

"Come on", Lin goaded again. Azula huffed and turned around, purposefully jabbing Lin's side with her knee as she turned around. Resting her back on the boy's chest, she simply watched the pair of arms circling her petite frame, his hands reaching out for the rice bowl and the chopsticks.

"Say 'aah'", Lin smirked, turning to the Princess' head on the side of his, holding up a clump of warm rice with his chopsticks. Azula elbowed him a bit in the gut but opened her mouth anyway. She chewed slowly and swallowed. "There, I'm full."

"Yeah, right", Lin scoffed and picked up a piece of meat. Azula let him feed her that before she claimed the bowl and chopstick and filled her mouth with a couple of scoop. She sat up and picked up a piece of meat. She fed it to the boy and made him eat pretty much half the bowl.

"I'll have the soup later", Azula said, knowing full well what was in his mind. "Oh, and I told the maids I'll finish these all."

At the Princess' sly smirk, Lin said witheringly. "You're mean."

"Oh…?" Azula pouted innocently, setting down the bowl and picking up a triangle-cut piece of mango, nibbling the edge while looking adorably innocent.

"Mean."

Azula tore the piece of fruit in half and fed him a piece of it.

"Still mean."

Azula fed him the last piece, licking the juice off her fingers afterwards while waiting for Lin's response.

"Still mean."

Smirking, she cleared her throat and bit her lower lip to prevent herself from laughing. Playfully, she wrapped her fingers on the hems of her silken nightrobe, the only article of clothing she was wearing along with her trousers, and enticingly pulling them apart to show more of the creamy white skin of her chest and her heavenly cleavage.

"Less mean… but still a bit— don't stop, please…"

Azula stopped, feeling the soft garment sliding off her left shoulder. "Dummy…"

And they resumed eating…a different kind of course entirely.

Fire Lady Illah had spotted Azula's talent in Ancient Magic quite early and had started educating the girl in the many aspects of the mysterious art ever since the girl was a kid; to utilize the time they had while they waited for Azula to grow physically until she got big enough to learn firebending and combat skills, the Fire Lady had said. Azula herself had grown to be quite an accomplished enchantress and the spell she had put on the door was a rather sophisticated double-layered spell of two different enchantments woven together. The first spell locked the door magically and the second muffled the sound, effectively making the chamber soundproof.

So, no one could walk in on them and Azula could be as loud as she wanted to be. Lying on her back in her bed, with her nightrobe shed open and her trousers all but discarded, worn only on one bent leg, she still tried to make no sound out of habit and stubbornness. Lin was hovering on top of her, propping in his elbows, kissing her passionately. Azula hold him gently, tugging the sleeves of her robe between her clenched fingers on his back, she let the boy savor her lips.

They broke off and Lin gazed into the soft tender eyes of the Princess.

Noticing the unasked question, the Princess instinctively brought her hands to her chest and the edge of her sleeve to her mouth, chewing her lip.

She shook her head slightly and Lin understood. Azula knew he understood. They were not going go all the way.

Lin leaned down and kissed her again. Gradually, he slid down to her chest, to her breasts. He kissed the right one and fondled the other, taking the Princess' pinkish brown nipple into his mouth, gently stroking with his tongue and sucking, feeling it hardened in his mouth and enjoying the gasp and light moan from Azula that sounded no less than musical to him. His fingers going down and carefully stroking the edge of her clit played quite a major role.

The Princess clamped one of her hands, loose sleeve and all, on her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut as the surge of physical pleasure invaded her system; though unnecessary at these occasions, Azula's controlling dominating nature dictated that she maintained a certain level of control. Being pretty much naked and not on top is about as submissive and demure as she allowed herself to be. Well, that and the occasional times Lin pinned her wrists down and that one time when they misused Azula's sash.

A deviant squeak escaped her lips and she clamped her other hand down. She felt cold bursts of air on her wet nipple, registering it as Lin's snicker. He wins, Azula grumbled in her mind, less than reluctant to admit it; not when she was being pleasured in such a way.

And when Lin finally made his way down there, his hands gripping the sides of her thighs, Azula involuntarily jerked, arching her back as her hips bucked; Lin's tongue teased the opening of her womanhood, the tip of her clit, stroking and probing, exploring. Pleasing.

She could not help it; she let out her gasp and moan and she noticed how it riled Lin even more. Her hips jerked but Lin held her down. She felt hot and she gripped her bed sheet tight, feeling how awfully thin and slippery the clump of cloth in her grip was. Azula whipped her head to the side, breathing hard.

The Princess let out a soft cry as orgasm claimed her. She rode the waves as the feeling spread across her, sweeping her over, and died down gradually. Still hard on the breathing, she felt the bed shift as Lin went up and lay by her side, holding her limp jelly-like body gently.

"Still mean", Lin muttered, kissing Azula's cheek.

Chuckling slightly, Azula rolled around and held him back, draping one limp leg on his hip, and linking her arms on his neck, feeling the brush of her almost-discarded nightrobe on her arms and back, she kissed him gently on the mouth, her tongue met his, sharing the taste of her juice between them.

"Now?"

"Still mean."

And they kissed again.

-B-L-O-O-D-

"This is very immature", Ursa grumbled, lying on her back with a blanket pulled over her chest. "And this doesn't help at all!" even if you did go gentler…

Ozai simply smirked and repeated what he had said before as he held the woman's waist. "Speak for yourself", he embraced the grumbling woman, hands running over the softness of her skin that he loved so much. Lifetimes of marriage and two children had only refined her beauty in Ozai's eyes, adding more definition to her curves, rounded her hips and breasts, adding more mature charm to her. "And immature? Really? Is that what you want to tag what we've just did?"

Ursa glared at him, sulking; Ozai could not help but snickered at the resemblance it had with Azula's pout.

"Stop that", Ursa tried to push him away but Ozai was an overwhelming force. "Stop…" she heaved, struggling under the heavy frame of her husband pressing down on her. "This is really immature…"

"Shh", Ozai shushed, pressing his lips on hers. "Why not have another child", he offered, smirking. "Another daughter. Maybe you'll get it right this time."

Ursa narrowed her eyes sharply at him. "And who says I didn't with Azula?"

Ozai simply smirked again and took her. Curiously, Ursa found herself not minding the treatment.

-B-L-O-O-D-

"I want us to stay like this forever", Azula suddenly said and regretted it. She looked away, feeling uncomfortable and vulnerable all of a sudden.

Lin, holding the Princess in his arm, lying on his back with the girl draping on him, held her hand on his chest before it escaped. Her hand was timidly gripping the edge of her sleeve and Lin stroked her fingers with his.

"There's a spell that stops and even reverses aging", Azula muttered, staring at their joined hands, the side of her head pressing down on Lin's chest, listening the sound of his heartbeat. "It's a bit complicated; need some difficult ingredients –a tuff of phoenix feather, a gram of dragon tooth powder, a bunch of rare red sunflower, and more- and it's going to take a lot of energy but I can try it", she looked up. "Please."

"Azula, you know how I feel about this", Lin sighed but smiled kindly.

"You might be able to control your ability if you're a vampire", she used her whiny voice.

"No", Lin mouthed.

Azula huffed, sitting up. She fixed her robe and turned her frown to the boy, sulking.

"Dummy."

-B-L-O-O-D-

Creak… creak… creak…

"…"

Creak… creak… creak… creak…

Ursa bit down her lips, aching back and instinctively moved her hips along.

Creakcreakcreakcreak!

She moaned and screamed; Ozai's name escaped her lips. She felt her husband pounding into her harder. Faster… Ursa felt him discharged inside her. Heaving himself, the large man slumped down on her.

"You need to stop this", Ursa growled despite her exhaustion. "This really doesn't help."

"You talk too much", Ozai whispered to her ear, grinning.

"We've been going on for the whole morning", Ursa snapped when Ozai, instead of getting up, began to dry hump her. "Aren't you tired?" she muttered witheringly; she herself was exhausted and her back and hips were killing her. "Don't you at least need to hydrate?"

She regretted saying that the moment Ozai sunk her fangs on her shoulder; the short moment of intense pain was soon replaced by strange dark pleasure and comfort that spread through her but she knew better and felt the artificiality of the sensation.

"There", Ozai emerged and smirked with blood dripping from his mouth. "Now, shall we go again?"

Ursa gave him a dry look. She dabbed the blood on the man's chin and let him lick it off her finger.

"No."

-B-L-O-O-D-

"Can I get up?" Lin asked the Princess who was lying horizontally with her head on his chest.

Azula, resting her head on his chest, staring at the top layer of her four-poster bed, sighed coldly. "No", she slapped the hand that was trying to molest her breast.

Crossing her arms on her chest, she turned a little to the boy. Lin simply smiled absentmindedly, gazing at nothing in particular while playing with Azula's hair. Azula tried to read his expression; few people, vampires and humans, she could not read well and Lin was one of those few. That was why she liked… loved… well, whatever it is, him.

Sighing again, feeling the rise and fall of her chest under her arms, she broke her gaze and held up her left hand. She wore the golden ring on her index finger. Flexing her fingers, she inspected the twin dragon engravings and the star-shaped blood ruby centerpiece on the part where they mouth met.

"Tell me about this ring", she said. "I can feel some sort of enchantment."

"It's Blood Ruby", Lin explained, shifting a bit to have a better view of her.

"I know it is", Azula replied condescendingly; Fire Nation knows their gemstones.

"No, I meant it's Blood Ruby", Lin cleared his throat. He took the hand gently and rubbed the velvety soft skin of the Princess. "It has the ability to absorb and store Life Blood. Took it from some Earth Kingdom warlock; vampire, he had this wicked spell that allows him to shatter stone."

"I can do that", Azula huffed a bit and Lin scoffed.

"Sure you can", Lin cooed, pinching her cheek lightly. "Anyway, this warlock… boy, he was one tough bastard. I sniped him on the spine from afar."

"Coward."

"I hired a group of muscle to distract him", Lin reminisced. "He used a lot of powerful spells and yet he did not dry up; I was counting on that. That's when I realized he must have something on him. I checked his body after I killed him and found the ring. The stone…" he tapped the ruby. "…was absorbing his spilt blood like sponge when I found it. I asked around and learnt that the stone can absorb blood and transform liquid blood into pure auric Life Blood. There's a spell to activate it. My source doesn't know it but considering it's a vampiric artifact, I'd imagine it to be some sort of Ancient Language."

"Asrj", Azula said.

"Bless you", Lin replied.

Azula smacked his gut lightly. "The word is 'asrj', you dolt."

"Asrij?"

"No. Asrj."

"Asirij?"

"Know what? You're no vampire, hence not a magic user. Let's forget that", Azula smirked slyly. "Unless…"

"No! What's the matter with you?" Lin snapped. "You know I want to stay human until my duty as a Whispered is done."

"Why are you yelling at me…?" Azula mimicked a scared whine. "Stop… You're scaring me…"

Lin gave Azula the driest stare he could manage despite his inside melting at her cute expression. "Oh, come one. We both know you're not afraid of anything."

"Not true", Azula replied, back to her usual self. She went sad and sincere as she added. "I'm afraid of losing you…"

Lin narrowed his eyes at her.

"Having vampire powers can only be helpful to you", Azula reasoned, her tone sad. "I only want what's best for you."

"…You don't really think I'm gonna fall for that, right?"

Azula inhaled sharply and sighed. "No", she said, back to her usual self. "But, my logic stands: vampiric powers, helpful; being a stick in the mud, not helpful. Are you really doubting my sincerity?"

Lin stared into the bright amber of the Princess before sighing deeply. "I don't know", he confessed. "You're a… an enigma…"

"That's a compliment, I hope", Azula frowned.

"You're confusing sometimes", Lin tried to find the right words. "Well… maybe not confusing. You're…" he held up a hand and slowly grip, as if trying to grab the idea forming in his head like it was an abstract thing. "You're… deep. Nothing is as it seems with you", Lin smiled suddenly. "You make my life interesting."

Azula's brows quirked for a brief moment before she frowned again, scowling a little. "It's not fair", she said. "You always know what to say when I'm mad at you. Take off your pants now."

"Yay!" Lin squealed as Azula sat up, undressed and threw her robe away.

But, as Azula gave him the blowjob like three times in a row, he soon realized it was also a sort of punishment for doubting her sincerity.

Nothing is at it seems, Lin reminded himself yet again as the Princess licked and sucked his strained organ.

-B-L-O-O-D-

"We really should get up", Ursa said as she twirled Ozai's long goatee and made no move to get up. "It's past lunchtime and we don't want to miss precious time with the children."

Ozai simple scoffed, stroking Ursa's hair as she lay in his arms. "Zuko sleeps all day like some lazy hobo when he's not spending time in that gloomy girl's house while Azula hounds Lu Ten about firebending training or locks herself in her room studying", he kissed the top of the woman's hair. "Trust me, we're not missing much."

"They grow up so fast", Ursa lamented. "Feels just like last century when Zuko would come crying because Azula picked on him, or Azula come to us crying because she couldn't find Lu Ten anywhere."

Ozai snickered. "What do we used to call it? Circle of Crying?"

"Chain of Crying", Ursa smiled fondly. "Hmm… maybe having another child is not such a bad idea", she looked up to Ozai. "But, I want a girl."

To this, Ozai simply scoffed again. "Oh, sure. You did well with Zuko and not as well with Azula, and you want a girl."

"Shut up", Ursa grumbled, getting up and climbing the man, straddling him. "My womb, my decision. Besides, I'm the one who's going to do the heavy lifting; you're just here for the fun part."

-B-L-O-O-D-

"It's noon", Azula said, stroking the heaving head that was draping on her shoulder. She herself was as cool as cucumber.

"You're so mean", Lin gulped, feeling numb between the legs.

Azula turned to him and gave him the sad eyes. "I thought you liked it…" she said quietly. "Okay, then… I won't do it ever again…"

Lin looked up and narrowed his eyes at her. "See? Mean."

Azula rolled around to hide her smirk. Lin snuggled up to her, pressing all of him towards her. "Mean. Meanie, meanest, mean."

"Shh… I want to sleep. I'm spent", Azula smirked.

"Oh", Azula could feel his smirk on the back of her head. "Too spent for this?" and she could definitely feel his hand slowly tracing down from her waist to her pelvis and visited her womanhood. Azula let out an involuntary squeak and her whole body twitched when he went to the most sensitive spot without any preamble.

"Stooop iiitt!" she half-giggled, half-whined.

"Nope", Lin snickered, kissing her jaw, making her wince. "Payback time."

"Stoooop…" Azula was positively whining as the electricity surged through her body from the touch. "Stop it or I'll cry!"

"Oh, come on. We both know you don't cry", Lin did not stop. But, then, he did not really get a good look at the Princess' face lying behind the girl. He could only see her left fist on the side of her head, covering her eye, her shoulder trembling, and hear the mewling sound that did sound like crying. "Hey… Azula?"

As Lin's hand left her sensitive spot, quickly, Azula grabbed a fistful of blanket and clamped it between her legs. "Stupid", she turned a bit and poked her tongue childishly at him. In retaliation, Lin just kissed her.

"You know", Lin started, snuggling closer as Azula turned back, smiling. "We may not be able to go all the way, on account of it being indecent…"

"Stupid society."

"…against the Law of the Nation…"

"Stupid rule."

"…and me not being a vampire."

"Stupid you."

"But", Lin cleared his throat again, pressing even closer. "Maybe, you know, we can… well, go the other way?"

And as Azula felt his thing prodding between her butt cheeks, she turned a bit, shot him a sharp glare and lifted up her index and middle fingers that were charged with blue tendrils of electricity. "Don't even think about it."

-B-L-O-O-D-

"Who are you going to name her?" Ursa asked wishfully from her husband's arms.

"Why are you so sure it's going to be a girl?" Ozai asked, rubbing circles on her back.

"A hunch", Ursa snickered.

"You know", Ozai whispered. "For all we know, it's not—"

"No", Ursa said coldly. And yet, when the man mounted her once more, though she was exhausted and realized she was using up precious time that she could have used for Azula, she could not mind very much. "I need more self-respect."

-B-L-O-O-D-

"I need more self-respect", Azula sighed.

Lin emerged from under her blanket. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Nothing, get back down there", Azula pushed the top of his head down and she started enjoying herself again.

The thought did not left her mind thought. Even after they had done and she was watching Lin taking some food from the dining table after she had decided that she was hungry. "Don't forget the chili sauce."

"Of course, Your Highness", Lin faked a polite bow; well, as polite as he could be clad only in his shorts, carrying the jug of orange juice and plates of meat and fruit. He made his way back to the bed and placed the jug and glass on the nightstand. Climbing up with the food, kissing his Princess on the way, he picked up a piece of pineapple and fed it to the girl.

"I've decided what I want from Shu Jing", Azula said, dipping a piece of guava into the chili sauce. "I want a pet."

"Okay…" Lin drawled as he watched the girl devoured the piece of fruit. "First of all, that's nasty; you are one weird girl."

"Yeah, but I'm your one weird girl", Azula cooed.

"Yeah, you are", Lin circled his free arm around the girl and squeezed her gently, making her giggle. "And second of all, a pet? Well, there is a pet shop near Master Piandao's. What do you want?"

"A dragon."

"…You do realize that the ownership of nearly extinct creatures like dragons is highly prohibited and nowadays you can only get dragon eggs in the black market, right?" Lin frowned.

"Not true", Azula frowned back. "When I was a kid, there were plenty of dragons and a lot of people ride them. Fire Lord Sozin had one. Great-Grandfather Roku has one; it's big and red and he took me flying on it once."

"And… how long ago was it…?" Lin drawled.

"…A thousand years ago, give or take a few centuries", Azula mumbled.

"Uh-huh", Lin picked up a piece of meat and bit it. "And even if I can find one, it's gonna cost an arm and a leg. Have you forgotten what I do for a living? I'm a government employee; I'm perpetually broke."

"So?" Azula pouted. "Back to what we discussed earlier; you should let me turn you. You're already a noble born. If you're a vampire too, you can start officially courting me and we can get married. In case if you've forgotten, I'm a Princess. I'm rich. I can be your sugar mommy."

"Aww", Lin glomped onto the Princess, resulting in a piece of slippery mango slipping off Azula's fingers and landing on the girl's bare chest. "I know you care about me", he smirked at Azula's annoyed expression. "Here", he said, slowly leaning down to the piece of fruit on the girl's chest and licked it off, ignoring Azula's giggle at his ticklish tongue.

Darn it, Azula thought. He wins this one, too.