CHAPTER RATING: M (Language, Explicit Sexual Situations-that's right, folks. You've been warned.)

A/N:

Sweet Lemonade with just a little of more tension. And a lot of difficulty about how to process the lemons.

To clarify what I meant...

Sweet: "Romantica"

Sour: see: A Change of Heart, chapter 11

I tried my best.

Cheers!

Chapter Length: 4,152

Published on: 11/22/2015

Chapter 10: Her Manipulative, Submissive Side

Azula holds onto him as if her life depends on it. She opens her eyes to a dark forest, the bodies of her captors strewn around the camp. Their tents, caravan, and supplies engulfed in fire, ice, and earth.

"Did you...?" She mumbles through an unusual fatigue, and heavy eyelids.

"No. Of course not...I couldn't do that." He smiles with a visible uneasiness, as if he doubts the answer. "I just made sure that they couldn't hurt anyone...That they couldn't hurt you anymore." He smiles.

"Thank you..." She whispers.

"It's why I'm here." He smiles and nods before her eyes close, and the peaceful silence of sleep takes her.

Time passes like nothing when the darkness comes, and she wakes up in what seems like an instant.

Azula wipes away at her eyes, clearing the blur of sleep, and refocusing her vision. A comfortable pillow lays under her head, and a mattress of air bends to accommodate the shape of her body. A quick visual survey reveals that she's in the Avatar's room.

She feels the fabric that is wrapped around her, it's loose, flowing, and larger than usual. The orange and yellow color of the robe gives it away: she's dressed in the Avatar's Air Nomad robe.

Further off the bed, he sits as still as a stone. His broad, toned shoulders are only emphasized by the plain teal tattoo that runs up his spine.

When people enter the Spirit World, their bodies become a shell until their spirit returns.

Or so she's heard. It's not like she's ever been there. Just to test it, she reaches out towards him.

"Awake?" Azula's heart spikes at the sound of his voice. She pulls back further, and covers herself up. He turns to her, and stands. "Did I scare you?" He asks with a sad, apologetic expression.

"Surprised, not scared." Azula mumbles. "I'm never scared." She manages to speak out with a cracking voice.

"Right." He nods. He understands. She was terrified at the thought of being another prisoner, to captors even worse than het brother. "You're never scared." He sits on the bed. "How's the robe? Everyone says that it's the most comfortable thing they've worn...I could have one made just for you."

"Well..." Her gaze goes down to the light, warm cloth. She pulls at it, examines it. "It is one of the most laid-back and relaxed pieces of clothing that I've worn. I'd say that it's the most humble-" he frowns. "...But most comfortable robe I've worn. I'd love it if I had my own." She reassures him, and brings his smile back. A smile that soon begins to fade.

"I'm sorry for what happened." He mumbles. "I should have been there to stop them from taking you." She remembers what happened, and laughs to herself at the turn of events. It couldn't have gone any better.

"You were there, and saved me, right on time. Don't apologize." She leans over, and takes his hand. "You did save me. And that's all that matters."

"I'm glad to see that you're feeling better." He stands and walks towards the door. "I'll have someone come help you. We'll be leaving tomorrow morning."

"Avatar. I don't know how to thank you."

"You don't have to." He walks further towards the door, and steps out.

...

"Time to wake up, Princess." The little Metalbending Master's harsh voice jolts Azula's eyes open.

"Gee, thanks." Azula answers and sits up. "Why do I have the immeasurable honor to be woken up by the likes of you? And can't you be more gentle? It's no wonder you don't have a boyfriend yet."

Toph stands at the door, utterly annoyed by the looks of her stance, contortion of her face, and tapping her foot.

"You think I'm stupid?" She seethes. "Aang told me about what happened last night, how you were 'kidnapped' by a group of mercenaries."

"Oh, well it did traumatize me. Incredibly so." Azula answers with her cocky, innocent tone, and smiles through it all.

"Yeah, sure." Toph answers back. "You owe me big time for keeping my mouth shut, and you owe me money for a new room."

"Sure, I'll pay. You'll find a camp somewhere outside the city, they had a huge stockpile of treasure that should be more than enough." Toph's eyes twitch. "And if it isn't enough, just send a messager hawk to little Zuzu. He'll pay you."

"Fine." She throws a bag onto the bed. "Aang had that made for you. I hope you...Enjoyed your stay."

"Thank you very much."Azula smirks, and Toph stomps out

...

A few hours pass, and the four of them-Appa, Momo, Aang, and Azula are high in the clouds, mountains rise below them, and a desert lays before them. The silence, however, is intense and awkward. Even as the air runs through her hair, the unusual, quiet demeanor of the Avatar is putting her on edge.

They've been flying over the Si Wong Desert for the entire duration on the trip. The waves of golden sand stretched all the way to the horizon. And he's been silent the whole time.

His silence brings the paranoia back into her. If he knows what she was planning, she'd be doomed. Everything would fall apart. How could she even trust that Metalbending brat.

She probably told him.

He probably knows.

He's probably taking hey back to-

"How are you holding up?" Azula shakes her head to scatter her thoughts as he speaks.

"What?" She snaps back to reality.

"I said: How are you holding up?" He turns around to face her. "I mean..." His eyes speak: he's shy and reluctant. "After what could have happened last night."

"Oh. I'm..I'm over it. All that matters now is that I don't have to deal with those freaks anymore." A thought strikes her. "How did you find me?"

"The Spirit World." He turns around. "I tracked you by using it."

"How?"

"..." He looks at her with a blank face. "Maybe some other time."

"What, why? Why not now?" Azula protests.

"Why do you want to know so badly?"

"Because..." Because she wants to know if he knows how she actually ended up in the situation. "I'm just curious!" She lies.

"Some other time. It's not good to meditate on a Flying Bison. We'll need to find somewhere safer first." Azula grinds her teeth at his denial of her request. "Down there, boy! That looks like a good spot!"

Appa roars. The ground begins to move closer, and a small green spot on a sea of sand grows larger.

"An oasis? Why are we stopping here? I thought you said we were going to Ba Sing Se."

"We are. But we did kind of rush out of Toph's house. You haven't taken a bath yet, have you?" Azula looks at her clothes and shakes her head. "I thought so. Besides, we could clean our clothes, and take a break. Haven't you noticed how hot it is?"

"Well, she basically kicked us out. So I haven't had a chance. And of course it's hot, we're in the damn desert."

"So...Yes?"

"Why not?"

To Azula's surprise, the oasis isn't just a patch of greenery in the middle of a massive desert, but more like a getaway paradise that reminds her of Ember Island. A huge crescent shaped lake with waters as clear as glass dominates everything. Life springs up around the body of water, where lush, emerald grass is dotted with tall palm trees. Scattered among them are flowers infused with the fascinating light of every color. Red Fire Lilies are joined by the White Dragon Jades, even Violet Komodo Blossoms are alongside Blue Dragon Lotuses, flowers that come from every corner of the world have been integrated together in this one piece of paradise so large, it's almost like they aren't even in a desert.

"Small and humble. Fitting for you, isn't it?" She asks about the small, simple hut that sits just in the edge of the water.

"Yeah." He shrugs. "I didn't build it though. The people from the Misty Palms Oasis helped me build it as a...Vacation home, they called it."

"A vacation home?" In that? Azula thinks to herself before commenting. "Quite a celebrity, aren't you?"

"Well..." He gives her a nervous chuckle. "I couldn't stop them from building it. And it actually goes deeper underground..." He holds out his hand. "So I thought, why not use it?" And guides her down to the waiting grass, just as his Sky Bison and lemur fly and bellyflop into the lake.

"So even the humble Avatar takes advantage of any perks when he's given the chance?"

"Well...um...Does that make me a bad person?" They walk into the small hut.

"Yes, it does." The room is nearly empty. Simple chairs, and some beds run across a bare room made from dark slabs of stone that seem to be packed together.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Taking advantage of people and things is what I do." She's still surveying the room. "I know what it takes to be a bad-" with another step, she walks into something that pushes her back. The surprise of the force makes her knees buckle, and she falls to the ground.

"Don't say that." There's bass in the Avatar's voice that feels like it shakes the walls. A seriousness that he's tried to hide from her. "Please. Don't say that anymore."

Her bones tremble at his...request...His command. He holds his hand out, and her shaking fingers curl up into his palm.

"I told you." His eyes soften. "You're a good person." He pulls her close, hugs her, and whispers in her ear. "Please, remember...You're a good person." He cups his hands around hers, with his reassuring, and comforting hold. "Come on." He pulls her with him. "Let's go get the bath ready."

...

Further into the structure, the Avatar opens a door to a room that looks like a bathhouse from back home. A small waterfall flows into a large pool, steam rises from the clear surface, and spreads warmth through the room.

"It's interesting that they've been able to create such large rooms from such a small space." She runs her hands across the rough walls, following his every step.

"They managed to bring up the sandstone, pushing away the layer of sand, and built this for me."

"I see." She stops near the middle of the pool. "Is this place okay?"

"Wait." He holds his hand out as if he's holding her back, and raises up his arms, the walls rumble with a slab of stone that cuts the entire room in half. "There we go."

She slides off the robe, unties her hair, and slowly sinks into the warm water.

"I hope the water feels alright." He says from behind the wall.

"It's good." She soaks her bare body in the warmth, it relaxes every muscle and nerve in her body, as if she's being healed. "It's...Unbelievable."

"I'm glad." His content seems genuine. The ground cracks slightly, carrying her clothes to his side of the bath. "I'll wash these for you."

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

A few minutes of silence pass by. Occasionally, Azula hears water soaking into, and through the clothes that the Avatar has provided her.

"So..." He speaks up through the soft patter of water breaking on water. "Are you...Really feeling alright after what happened last night?"

"..." She searches her thoughts for an answer to his unnecessary concern, and gives him am answer that he wants to hear. "No." It rings with only a hint of truth. "I was...I was afraid." She hears him let out a breath. "They threatened to take me back to Zuko. To lock me up again. That was the scariest part." Her voice fades as she ends the sentence. "I was..."

"I should have been there." She hears him stand, his footsteps echoing as he steps in and out of the pool. Azula taps on the wall that separated them.

"There's something that I'd like to apologize for, too. But maybe we could do it face to face?"

"What do you mean?"

"This wall, take it down so I can look you in the eye."

He's silent for a few seconds.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you haven't seen a naked girl before?" She teases him. "What about your girlfriend? Haven't you seen her naked yet? Don't tell me that you've never even bathed with her."

"Well...Every time we have, she's always worn underwear, so I've never..." He takes a deep breath. She can see in her mind how he shakes the cobwebs out of his mind, and regains his crumbling composure. "Anyway, since I'm a monk, I was in the Southern Temple. We were separated by gender, so I hadn't seen any girls... Now hat I think about it, Katara was the first girl I ever saw..." He gives her a light laugh.

"That's funny. I was in the exact opposite situation. The Royal Fire Nation Girls' Academy. No boys." She smirks. "But please, this is important. If it makes you more comfortable, just lower it to neck height."

The rocks she's leaning against sinks down, stopping right at her shoulder blades. She turns her head to meet his grey eyes. In them, she can see the innocence, purity, and compassion that's worthy of an Avatar.

A look that she emulates right back at him. She shifts her eyes down, and sees it.

"Your scar." His tattoo runs from his forehead down his spine, only to be interrupted by a irratic, hideous mass of blistered skin. "I'm-I'm sorry about that. I know it doesn't make up for much, but that's all I can offer to you for now. I-I wish I could give you more than just an apology. If I can find a way to thank you. I'll repay you in full, I promise."

"Okay. I'm going to get ready, I'll leave your clothes here until your done."

"I promise I won't look." She gives a playful laugh. He returns her gesture, then raised his hand. The wall rises again, she closes her eyes, and smiles as the sound of him walking away fades.

She's always known how she'd repay him.

...

Night falls only a few hours later, and even though the moon is the only thing light that tints the golden sand into a smooth sea of blue, the inside of the house is bright and warm with the softly roaring braziers that burn in the rooms.

"You can sleep in here." The Avatar says in a cold voice, and motions to a warm room with a large bed, with candles sitting by an end table near it. "It's been a while, but-" He lifts a finger, and a cloud of dust rises from the blankets. "That'll do it." He nods and turns. "Goodnight."

"Wait-" Azula grabs his hand. "Stay with me tonight." She begs him.

"What?" He's puzzled.

"Stay with me tonight." Her hold tightens around his hand. "I've been...Lonely. Spend the night with me. Please." She wonders if he understands her offer.

His mouth is agape with confusion. Whether it's confusion from her sudden proposal, or confusion with his own feelings is unclear.

"How can you say that?" He understands what I mean. "You know that I can't do that." He pulls away from her, and turns around. But he doesn't take a step after that.

He doesn't make any attempt to leave.

And she has him.

"But you want to." Her tone changes, mocking, seducing, corrupting. "Tell me, what do you want? Let me know, it's the least I can do." Her hands lurch towards his arms, she can feel him trembling as she slides them forward, moves closer, and wraps her them around him.

The fabric from the robe he's made feels thin as paper when pushed against his back.

Like the wind, she doesn't even see it coming. Her arms are pinned against the wall, her back pushed up against the warm stone, his strong grip restraining her wrists, her messy hair strewn down her shoulders.

"No more games, Azula." His voice cracks with a deep, demanding bass. "What do you want from me?"

"I've seen the way that Water-Tribe Peasant treats you." Her tone, insulting, daring him to act. "I was awake when she told you to return me to Zuko." His eyes twitch, and he turns his head away. "You're a slave to her." Her voice now filled with hope, with promises of potential. "You're more powerful than you let on, and yet she treats you like a servant, like a tool."

"No..." He mumbles. "That not...Katara...She's not..."

"I would never treat you like that, Aang." She cuts him off, and sees his body tremble as his name leaves her lips. "Your so much stronger than she'd let you believe." She looks deep into his eyes. "Your more powerful than anyone else in this unforgiving world."

His hold on her begins to loosen, his gaze turns downward, his hands release her wrists.

"And that power. That strength..." Azula brings her arms towards him, places her elbows on his shoulders, and rests her forehead against his, she clasps her hands together behind his neck, holding him like a vice, denying any escape. "It makes my blood boil, and sends chills down my spine." She whispers.

"What do you want from me?" He repeats again in a deeper, smoother tone of voice. She leans in closer.

He doesn't pull away.

"I want you to be honest with yourself..." She leans in even closer. "Let your mind go silent..." She can feel the warmth of his breath merging with hers. "And give your in to what your body wants." She kisses him with more softness than she ever let's anyone see.

"I shouldn't do this..." He whispers as she pulls away.

"That's why it feels so good." She smiles. "Don't like to yourself anymore. If you didn't want this, you could've thrown me back in prison. But you didn't."

His eyes showed his doubt, his regret. But his actions are decisive, and does something he could never return from.

The Avatar's soft, but fierce kiss envelopes Azula's lips, he picks her up and pins her down against the bed with aggression, passion, and desire. He begins pulling at her robe, the fabric slipping down her smooth, soft skin, revealing everything underneath at a torturously slow pace.

His lips trail down to her neck, nibbling at her skin, and sending a begging urge through her body that's numb with anticipation.

She wants this as bad as he seems to. His hand slides down her toned stomach, teasing her with five small points of pressure that snake into her robe, she can feel the heat from his fingers as they comb through a single striped tuft of hair, the warmth from his fingers send quakes of a pleading tension through her muscles.

He stops. With an unfamiliar, cocky smile he looks down at her, his fingers nearly upon her, his thumb running against her single strip of pubic hair.

"Stop teasing." She pouts.

He grins at her pleading request.

"As you wish, Princess." A desperate gasp for air escaped her lungs as she feels his fingers enter her, and turn upward, slightly pushing up with an intense sensation that forces her head back into the mattress, her body shaking under his control.

"Where..." She squirms under his touch in blood that washes over the world. "Where did you...?"

"Don't worry." He smirks. "Just go with what feels right." His voice echos how she spoke earlier, mocking her, teasing her.

She's angry.

She's annoyed.

She's craving more.

"This is what I get..." She says under her breath. "For-" His warm, comforting lips take hers again, she falls even deeper into a trance, as if she's floating on a cloud of forbidden euphoria.

She's panting, desperate for a breath as he breaks away.

"This isn't a time to talk." A wicked, yet protective, and caring smile strewn across his lips, a smile that could only come from him.

He lays her down, and creates a trail of kisses from her neck to her wanting, wet pussy. His breath falls upon her, with every nerve in her body trembling in anticipation.

An exasperated gasp forces itself from her lungs when she feels him. His tongue softly plunges into her, pushing up against where he has already brought her so much pleasure.

Azula expression changes with this carnal assault on her senses. A dominant, dangerous smirk turns into a blissful, euphoric smile when he wraps his lips around her clitoris. She moans as his tongue caresses her, her mind going blank, her body acting on its own.

Hey hands grasp at the crown of his head, her legs wrap around him, she pulls him closer and thrusts her hips forward, feeling his tongue rub ravenously against her wet pussy, and his lips working her clitoris.

A wave of orgasmic pleasure surges through her, and her body goes numb, her hands fall from his crown, her legs release their hold, and she lies on her back in a haze of pleasure she hasn't ever experienced.

Azula's body rises and falls with every broken breath she takes. She looks down to see him stand up, and turn away.

"What are you doing?" She shouts at him.

"Isn't that enough?" He chuckles to himself.

"Don't be so cruel." He turns to her, liquid running down his lips. "Don't make me wait." Her eyes scan down to the buldge in his pants. "...You know you want to." Her seductive eyes look back up to him.

"Just one thing." He smirks.

"Fine." She grins. "Don't make me wait...Please."

"As you wish, Princess." He shrugs, and let's his robe drop to the ground.

"That's right." Azula moves to the edge of the bed, her pussy hot and dripping with anticipation to feel his cock inside of her. "Do as your Princess commands."

His fingers run softly against her thighs, pushing them apart, she can see the mesmerized look in his eyes, and takes pride in the thought that he's never seen someone as beautiful as her.

With a soft, yet comforting hold, he pulls her forward until she's barely sitting in the bed.

"You're sure about this?" He asks again.

"I'm sure about everything I say." She pulls him closer and silences his concerns with a kiss. He pulls her close, and she feels him against her. Her elbows rest on his broad shoulders, her arms wrap around him as he enters her.

A shallow, desperate gasp for air escaped her lungs. The intense pleasure of feeling his cock inside her, she could feel every caress his member made as it moves deeper into her.

Another deep gasp that she takes is interrupted with his lips pushing against hers, and his tongue probing into her mouth and pushing against hers.

Her arms are losing all sensation. Her body's going numb again with pleasure, her mind is becoming blank with ecstasy.

His hands wrap around her, he moves back, and she can feel it-he suspends himself on a cushion of air, she is pulled lower onto him, taking him even deeper into her pussy until he's entirely inside her.

He kisses her neck, softly sucking at it, she's caught in bliss with every air current he sends up that pulls her up, and then lowers her again onto him. She tries to keep composed, her sharp nails dig into his back, creating small shadowed craters as he thrusts into her faster and faster.

She could feel him pulsing, throbbing, within her, like a roaring fire of euphoria. He's close.

"Give it to me, Avatar." She whispers through the panting. "Let me feel it." She commands. He kisses her again, and pulls away with a light bite of her lip with a nod.

He falls forward, placing her on the bed, and moves with a final push. Her nails dig deeper into his back as she feels it. The heat from the pulsing rushes of his cum pumping deep into her.

He looks at her with another smile, and falls to by her side.

Through the heat of the air, Azula turns and lays herself on top of the Avatar. She rests her head above his chest, his cum still dropping out of her pussy, she hears him whisper.

"I really shouldn't have done this..."

"But...?" She continues his thought.

"I'm glad that I did." He finishes.

Before they drift into slumber, Azula's hands run down his back, following his tattoo until they come to the ugly, horrid scar that she'd given him.

A permanent mark on him. A mark made by her.

And she knows the truth: the Avatar is hers.

A/N:

It's been so long...Have I lost it? I hope not.

Any thoughts/objections about choice of language use?

Thanks for Reading!