A/N: I was going to give this chapter a proper name, but I kept thinking of it as "The Sexy Chapter" when I was planning and writing it, so I couldn't resist!

Azula's expectations for her wedding night were not very high, to say the least. A few days before, Tom-Tom had confessed to her that he was still a virgin. At first, Azula had laughed and said, "Good one!" But then she looked at his face and realized he was actually serious.

After giving it some thought, she supposed it made sense. He did come from a very conservative family. But this didn't stop her from freaking out a bit. She'd never had sex with a guy who was a virgin…what was she supposed to do with him? Would he, like, break or something if she was too enthusiastic? And she didn't mean mentally...she literally imagined him shattering into a million pieces in the heat of the moment. Lovely.

Well, at least he wasn't going to be some gross old guy pawing at her…which had seemed like it was inevitably going to be the case when she was younger. So she decided to put a good face on it. She knew Tom-Tom would try his best to be gentle and considerate.

The wedding itself went by smoothly enough, as did the feast, although Azula wished the servers could just hurry up with the fanfare and flourishes before every single course, because the food was always lukewarm by the time they were done. But Azula and Tom-Tom did take the opportunity to squeeze each other's thighs under the table. One time Azula's hand went a bit higher…this produced an interesting reaction, and it was amusing to see Tom-Tom try to come up with an excuse when someone asked if he was all right.

But finally, the chefs ran out of ways to prepare fish, and the guests couldn't think up any more long-winded speeches and toasts, so they managed to sneak away. And now, here they were, changed out of their formal clothing and standing awkwardly in the suite of rooms that was to be their new home for now.

"So, uh…what do you want to do?" Tom-Tom asked eventually.

Azula tilted her head at him and said, "Surely your parents aren't so strict that they haven't even given you The Talk yet?"

"Well, yeah, but I didn't want to do anything you didn't want."

In response, Azula wordlessly stood and slipped off her robe (naturally, she was wearing nothing under it). That should clear up any doubts he had.

She wasn't surprised that he looked like he'd just seen a 400-foot-tall platypus-bear fly past. Her figure was still youthful and trim-despite the faint stretch marks and her boobs not quite being what they once were-and she was proud of all the work she put into maintaining it.

"You like?" she said as she smirked.

All Tom-Tom could do was swallow nervously. But he didn't take his eyes off her for one second.

"Have you ever seen a naked woman before?" Azula inquired after a few moments.

"O…only in drawings," Tom-Tom managed to croak out. Azula waved a hand in dismissal.

"Well, now you can look at a real one as much as you want. Shall we retire to bed?"

What followed…well…it wasn't as awkward as it could have been. True, it didn't take very long, but it felt nice enough while it lasted. Not to mention, Tom-Tom's body wasn't bad to look at either. He had a cute sprinkling of moles on his chest, which caused him to make equally cute noises when they were licked. Azula made a mental note to check elsewhere on his body later.

After Tom-Tom rolled to the side and caught his breath, he turned back to her and asked, "Did you…um…you know…finish?"

"I swear, you are the most proper man who has ever walked the planet," Azula commented while stretching. "We just had sex, and you're still afraid to say the word 'orgasm'."

"Yeah…that."

Azula bopped him with a throw pillow, then answered, "No, as a matter of fact. Doesn't mean you're a terrible person; it just happens that way sometimes. There'll be plenty of other times to try."

"But I want it to be fair. I don't want to have gotten off while knowing you didn't."

Azula felt moved in spite of herself. Honestly, he wasn't always the brightest streetlamp in the city, but he was such a doll, and sometimes she still wasn't sure she deserved him.

So she said, "If you insist," helped him coat his fingers with oil from a flask beside the bed, and guided his hand down.

"Other side," she corrected when he started rubbing.

"There's a difference?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Tom-Tom seemed a bit nonplussed by this information, but did as he was told.

"Is there good?" he asked. Azula's sharp intake of breath served as the answer.

"Start out slowly," she instructed once she found her voice again. "I'll tell you when to go faster."

Given his inexperience, Azula found it surprising that it took less than ten minutes for her to arch her back and gasp, "Oh," and then a few seconds later, a longer "Oooohhhhh."

"You can stop now," she informed Tom-Tom when she was restored to her senses and realized he was still obediently rubbing.

"Did I do okay?" he asked.

Azula thought with a little practice, he could turn out to be better than Sokka, and Sokka had been really good. But she just said, "I think you did a bit better than okay."

They ended up having sex twice more that night…once at some point in the middle of the night, and once when it was getting on towards morning. Azula was a bit sore that next day from all that activity after years of disuse, and they both got a fair share of teasing, but she thought it was worth it. Plus, Tom-Tom didn't break. That was nice.