This one probably won't make much sense at all to anyone since its based off of a role-play on lj I've been involved with for a while. I just couldn't resist when I saw the prompt though.

062. BOOK
Running as fast as she could through the slush, Azula made her way to Burgermon King's. She was supposed to meet Sokka there for dinner, but Zuko had held her up. Ever since Katara had appeared in the Digital World, he had been a lost cause. Plus, he was still trying to put together that stupid Drama Llama documentary and wanted some footage from the princess.

She barged through the doors, gasping for air as she checked her D-Comm for the time. Perfect, nearly an hour late. With the ruckus she had caused upon entering, Sokka looked up, shoving the last bit of his Reuben sandwich between his lips. He smiled, shaking his head as she leaned up against a wall, trying to catch her breath. Honestly, sometimes it was hard to believe that she was the same girl who had nearly killed the Avatar.

Azula plopped herself down in the chair across from Sokka, looking exhausted.

"You're late," He said casually. Azula growled, resting her arms on the table, laying her head down on top of them

"And you're not, for once," She mumbled into her sleeve.

"Actually, I was here at 6:10, making me ten minutes late," Sokka explained.

"At least you're honest..."Azula sighed.

"Zuko hold you hostage again?" Sokka questioned, she nodded.

"He's all bent out of shape because of your sister," Azula said lazily.

"I figured as much, but that's Zuko. You know how obsessive he gets."

"I mutht capture the Avatar to rethtore my honor!" They said in unison, accentuating Zuko's famous lisp. The couple laughed a little, then Sokka stood up. He clasped Azula's hand in his and tugged at her a little bit.

"Come on, let's go up there and get some food, I'm sure you're starving," Sokka said, pulling her up to her feet and kissing her softly.

"But you already ate," Azula protested after the kiss, raising and eyebrow.

"So? You can never eat too much meat!" He exclaimed.

"Tell me that when you're forty and you look like a blimp," Azula smirked, squeezing his hand a little as they got in line to order. Sokka ignored her comment, he had nothing witty to say to that.

"What do you want?" He asked as they reached the counter.

"The usual," She responded. He reached in his coat pocket for the necessary BIT. He knew what the exact total would be. After Sokka ordered and paid the cashier, both stepped off to the side to wait for their food.

"So, have you had a chance to talk to Katara yet?" Azula asked.

"Nope," he replied, "She's still in that stage of pissyness where I'd be afraid for my life if I was stuck in a room with her." Azula laughed, resting her head on his shoulder. Sokka wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to him.

"We really ought to do something about them...Get them back together or something..."Azula suggested as the cashier placed their bag of food on the counter. Sokka took the tray with his other hand and led Azula back to their table.

"Good luck, Katara holds a grudge forever," Sokka said, taking his seat again. He pulled Azula's burger and french fries out, handing them to her.

"I'm sure I can handle her, water conducts electricity, after all," Azula smirked, pushing her straw into her extra thick strawberry milkshake. Sokka snorted, chewing on some french fries.

"Don't you even dare, 'Zula."

"Oh come on, you ruin all my fun!" Azula pouted cutely, unwrapping her burger and taking a dainty little bite from it.

"Your idea of fun is playing Kuai ball with a severed head," Sokka told her, she smiled.

"I'm not that sadistic, " Azula muttered, taking a long, labored sip from her milkshake. When they said extra thick, they certainly meant extra thick.

"Of course you're not, you're just a regular Disney princess," Sokka said sarcastically.

"Yes, I just love fluffy ball gowns and I could never possibly think for myself! It'd be too painful!" Azula exclaimed dramatically with just as much sarcasm. Both laughed.

"Jasmine had a brain and didn't wear fluffy ball gowns," Sokka said, glopping ketchup on a few french fries before shoving them in his mouth.

"Oh, so does that make you Aladdin?" Azula questioned, biting off a chunk of cheeseburger.

"Yep." Sokka said happily.

"Then who's the genie?"

"Zuko."

"That's just a little scary...What about Jafar?" Azula asked, her curiosity for Sokka's casting decisions getting the better of her.

"Hmm...well, I'd have to say Jet," Sokka said after rubbing his chin thoughtfully for a few seconds. Azula glared at him before leaning over the table and dealing him a nice smack upside the head, "Ow! What was that for?" He asked, rubbing the spot on his head she had hit.

"Do I really need a reason to abuse you?" Azula smirked, holding her hand up, getting ready to smack him again.

"Yes! Yes you do!" He protested.

"Fine, because you're an idiot," Azula justified. There was nothing to say to that one. Hitting him for being an idiot was perfectly acceptable. The couple fell silent for a few minutes as they ate their meals. Sokka practically inhaled his, while Azula ate well, like a princess. Slow and neat. Sokka sucked at his soda, the gurgling sound a signal he was out of that sweet caffeinated beverage. He stabbed at the ice a few times trying to get as much as he could out. Out of nowhere a genius idea struck him. He slammed the cup of ice on the table with a large, goofy smile, his blue eyes sparkling with pride at his ingenuity. Azula sighed, watching him carefully.

"...You just got a brilliant idea, didn't you?" She questioned, unamused. Sometimes he had great, amazing ideas...Other times, not so much.

"Yes! I know how to keep Zuko out of your hair for a while!" He exclaimed.

"...I'm listening," She was interested now.

"But we'll have to go searching because we'll need three of them," Sokka explained, Azula nodded.

"What do we need?"

"Books," He responded.

"Be more specific, what kind of books?" She asked.

"The one and the only Kama Sutra," Sokka replied with a devious smile.

"He already has one of those, Sokka."

"Well, yeah, back at the academy, but not here."

"Why would we need three of them? So he can use one to feed Agumon?" Azula snorted. Sokka sighed.

"No, you twat! One for Zuko, obviously. One for Katara-"

"Why the hell would you give Katara a Kama Sutra? She'd maim you!" Azula interrupted him, he rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't give it to her, we'd trick Zuko into giving it to her or some shit like that. I'm still fleshing out the details but Azula, honestly. I'm not that stupid," Sokka assured her.

"What's the purpose in giving them both copies of the Kama Sutra in the first place? Don't you think they both will automatically assume those books were our doing? I know that'd be Zuko's first thought, and what's the third one for? A spare?" Azula bombarded him with questions, finishing off her food. She crunched up her wrappers into a neat little ball.

"Like I said, I'm still fleshing out the details, but seriously. If things don't work out in the end, we just pull out the oldest excuse in the book."

"We did it for the lulz?"

"Yep."

"You still haven't told me the purpose in the third book."

"The great Princess Azula still hasn't figured it out? Wow, I'm disappointed in you," Sokka shook his head with mocking disapproval. Azula pouted, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Just tell me what its for," She sighed. Azula wasn't really in the mood to be playing any guessing games.

"For us, " Sokka replied.

It wasn't often that so much blood rushed to Azula's cheeks that she looked the same shade of red as ketchup, but this was one of those times. Her ball of wrappers fell from her fingers, bouncing a few times before it settled. All she could do was stare at Sokka, her jaw agape. He only laughed at her.

" You so should have expected that," He told her through his laughter.

"The Kama Sutra isn't something you talk about in the middle of Burgermon King's! We're in a public place!" Azula said through her teeth, trying to calm herself down.

"And having sex with Jet in the middle of a hallway wasn't in a public place?"

"Shut up!" She squealed, her face turning an even deeper shade of red,"That just...ugh, shut up!" She stood up, gathering all of their garbage up in a pile before turning around to throw it away. Even though she had thrown the trash away, she stood in front of the trash can for a moment, staring at the disgusting wallpaper, still trying to calm herself down. In an instant, though, she felt Sokka's arms around her middle as his snickering died down.

"Its just a book, honey. I highly doubt there'd even be one copy of the Kama Sutra lying around here, let alone three of them. As adorable as you are when you blush, I didn't mean to make you look like a tomato," Sokka said in her ear, holding her close to him.

"Don't even start that shi-" Azula started, but was cut off by Sokka turning her around in his arms and kissing her forcefully. She struggled against him for a second before giving up completely and kissing him back. One of Sokka's hands traveled up to the nape of her neck, tangling itself in her dark hair. The other rested at her hip. She simply let him have his way with her, having her arms draped lazily around his shoulders. Soon, both needed a break for air, though. Azula smiled as their lips parted.

"Hey Sokka?"She whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Let's go find those books now."