He'd slept in again. Even though she'd asked him countless times not to. He was naked again too. Making an unpleasant situation even worse. She was thinking that things would finally improve but after this she was feeling stupid for thinking as such.
"Get up, ya big loaf." She pulled the blanket off him, wadding it up and throwing it as his head.
"Whhhhy?" he groaned, pulling the blanket back over his body.
"You told me that you were going to do better!"
He rolled over, laying on his other side with another groan.
Azula sighed heavily, pulling on his foot roughly. "I mean it!"
"Go away," he mumbled.
Azula stood up, making up her mind to do what she should have done days ago. She marched to the bathroom, grabbing her punching bag from the shower and marching it back to the closet.
"What are you doing?" Sokka asked. Azula had walked over him, her feet on each side of him, balancing on the edge of the cot.
"I'm making do," she said down to him.
Sokka rolled onto his back, looking up at the women with a satisfied grin. He knew that she worked out and that she was quite attractive as a result. Anyone could see that, and he'd taken special note of this.
"You know..." Sokka sighed. "You're almost pretty."
"Almost?" she mumbled, hooking her punching bag up.
"Yeah." He reached up, a hand gripping the back of her knee. "If you weren't such a hard ass."
Azula looked down at where he was touching her. "What do you think you're doing?"
Sokka smiled, a hand lazily moving up her thigh. "You know, I think you like seeing me naked all the time, like having me here."
"You thought wrong," she snapped. In one fluid motion she reached out, grabbing his hand that had been on his thigh and pinned it up against his throat. She trapped his other hand under her knee which she pressed into the cot beneath them with her body weight.
Sokka smirked, twitching in pain as she pressed against his throat. "You're so hot," he mumbled, thrusting his hips up to meet her.
Azula's eyes widened, looking down at where he was pressing himself against her. She could feel how hard he was through her clothes. Hard and huge. "Wow," she mumbled, "Now I know why you're so popular with the ladies."
Sokka smiled, arching up to meet her. "And you've not even seen what he can do."
Her lips drew into a sneer, "I bet it's all bark and no bite."
"Only one way to find out who's right." He smirked. She returned it and and released her hold on him, just enough so that he could flip them both, pinning Azula down on her back. This was in part because of his strength, and in part because she let him. They kissed hard, his knee going between her legs to push them apart, a hand going to the crotch of her lycra shorts.
He was right.
Azula was left panting on the small kitchen floor, naked, hair a mess, her entire body liquid. Sokka was standing at the open refrigerator, chugging some orange juice hungrily.
"You think you're sooo good," she said up to him in a breathy voice.
Sokka glanced down at her before finishing the carton, sitting it back in the fridge. "No," he said, wiping his mouth with his forearm. "I know I'm good."
Azula laughed as he eyed her longingly, damn near pouncing on her again.