CHAPTER RATING: M (Language, Violence, Sexual Situations)

A/N: I only apologize for how long this took.

Published on: 01/10/2020

Chapter 21: Midnight Reflections

Azula catches the Avatar with the fading of the Avatar State's glow; she lays him down on the bed, his face showing no pain or concern. Night creeps upon the desert oasis, giving the sand dunes outside a blue glow that almost reflects the billions of stars in the dark sky. With a snap of her fingers, sparks shoot towards the brazier in the room, lighting it up in a warm, golden orange hue.

"Avatar?" She speaks aloud to no response; the knife still embedded in his chest, blood still steadily flowing from the wound. "I'll stop the bleeding." She says to herself and looks at her hands, covered in his blood.

I did this. This is my fault. Her mind races.

"Yes. I did this. I hurt him. But I have to help him now." Azula says to herself. She searches through the house, quickly coming across the tools she would need to attempt to stop the bleeding and heal him, the old-fashioned way.

Azula looks put towards the great variety of flora outside the small cottage. After gathering some water from the lake, she looks through the flowers and shakes her head in disappointment.

I don't even know what I'm doing…No! Think! The least I can do is make sure he doesn't die!

Her thoughts reach back to her time at the Fire Nation Academy for Girls.

Plants that help with healing...Yarrow.

Azula scans the foliage and a patch of white catches her eye. She nods to herself, picks a few flowers, and places them inside a mortar.

…

Azula gathers all her ingredients, after boiling the water from the lake and letting it cool, she ground the yarrow into a paste and mixed it into the water.

"I guess you're stuck with me now." She whispers and takes a strong grip on the handle of the knife lodged within the Avatar, and with the other hand holds a pulsing flame. With a quick tug, she removes the knife and places the fire over the open wound.

The sounds and smells that accompany the cauterization don't please her. But when she sees her handiwork and notices that the bleeding has stopped, relief bathes her like the flame in her hand. Just as quickly as she cauterized the wound, she took a handful of her yarrow remedy and smears it over his wound.

The Avatar doesn't respond, his face still showing no change in expression. His heart is beating, and he is breathing, but he doesn't respond to her call.

"Thank you." She takes his hand and gives it a gentle, soft squeeze. "Please, come back to me soon."

A few hours later...

A sharp inhale breaks the silence of the night. Azula jolts from her boredom-induced rest, her eyes open to see the Avatar, heavily breathing and clutching at his chest wound.

"Calm down." she jumps to her feet and pulls his arm back down. "It'll be alright. But you need to rest. Don't touch the wound. How does it feel?"

"Help me up." The Avatar holds his hand out.

"You need to-"

"You've forgotten who I am." Azula raises an eyebrow at the confidence...the cockiness in his voice. "I'm the Avatar. Help me up, Princess."

She smirks at the sarcasm in his voice when he uses her former title but takes his hand and pulls him to his feet, the medicine she applied to him flops to the floor.

"So, I made this paste and tried to save you for no reason?" She says with venom in her tone.

"Don't worry about it." He dismisses the mess. "Let's go to the baths, I can heal us there." He drapes an arm around her shoulders, and she bears his weight with a reluctant pride, carrying him down the winding sandstone steps, the sounds of a small waterfall fill her ears and she takes in the familiar sight of the baths that they had once conversed in.

"Set me down, I'll heal myself, and then I'll take care of you too." The Avatar nods and looks towards her chest.

"I want to make this clear, I only didn't notice myself because of my concern for you." Azula holds a flame to her wound, cringing at the burning flesh that will serve as a bandage.

"I appreciate it." He says, then grabs her wrist, and pulls her arm down. "Don't do that." The fire in her palm fades away. "I'll take care of you soon. I promise." Azula smirks at his confidence while helping him into the pool. The Avatar wades deeper into the water while Azula lets her feet soak, unknowingly smiling at how unbothered he seemed after recent events.

The Avatar takes a deep breath that reverberates through the room, in smooth, careful movements he pulls and pushes the water around him with seemingly no effort. An orb of water engulfs him and shines with the brightness of the sun.

Azula holds a hand to her eyes and when she moves it, she feels an inexplicable amount of warmth emanating from his very presence. She lets out a breath, and a sense of security and care washes over her when he takes her hand and pulls her into the water. She follows him without any resistance as if in a haze as heavy as the steam that surrounds them.

"I told you I would take care of you." The Avatar opens his palm, a bright globe of water floating above it. He brings it to her sternum, and in a similar glow she had just witnessed, the burned skin that she had utilized painlessly chipped away and her wound begins to close until every trace of the injury was gone.

"...Wonderful." Azula whispers more to herself than to him, transfixed within his eyes, she places a hand on his chest, feeling the smooth skin where a wound that she had been forced to inflict used to be. "I need to apologize." She shakes her head, trying to collect herself.

"You don't need to apologize at all. Katara did that to me, not you." His hand touches her cheek, and a light glow of water washes away the bruise.

"There is something I need to tell you." Azula takes a deep breath, her heart racing at the experience of his immense power.

"I'm here. I'm listening." The Avatar replies.

"The first time you helped me into the Spirit World, I felt so free. And in this unforgiving life, there's only one other place where I get that same feeling..." Azula's water-soaked dress slides down her shoulders. "...and it's when I'm with you." She turns her head away; her voice quiets to a whisper.

His warm hand touches her cheek and urges her to turn back towards him; she acknowledges and is once again lost within his eyes.

"I'm here. Only for you." The Avatar whispers back, Azula's heart jumps when she feels his hands on her hips. "My Princess."

"No need to be so formal, Avatar." Azula replies, then pulls him closer, feeling the warm embrace of his lips upon hers. "Last time there was a bed."

"You call me by my title at the end of every sentence. Don't forget who I am." He waves his hand. The waterfall that feeds the pool freezes, the sandstone plates beneath their feet shift and the water drains out of the room. "Trust me?"

"Like no one else." Azula says. The Avatar takes her hand and a lets her down onto the softest invisible cloud of air. He follows her down with another kiss, his hands pulling away her wet dress and warming her skin; the touch of his fingers across her thighs send shivers down her spine.

Azula spreads her legs, anticipation running through her every muscle with the pressure of his hand gliding ever so smoothly up her thigh until he reaches her wet panties; teasing shocks of pleasure move through her like the lightning she controls when she feels his light touch pull them off.

His breath touches her; drifting with his exhales and racing like his heart his tongue slides across her wet, wanting pussy, teasing her with intense shocks of pleasure that run through her body.

The Avatar's breath brushes against her clitoris; goosebumps rise across her back. Her arms give in and fall to her sides into the cloud of air she lays on. He wraps his lips around her clitoris, teasing her with slow, steady sucking that pushes her to the edge so slowly. Azula can't help but let out breathless moans and throw her head back into the soft cloud of air that serves as her pillow.

"Just like that…" Azula plants her feet into the ground, pushing herself against him. She moans with pleasure, feeling his fingers skip into her pussy, firmly, but gently pushing her closer and closer to climax until she feels her muscles quake with intensity, a flash of euphoria takes her vision, as her body becomes numb with bliss.

Azula raises her head again; She lets out heavy breaths and grins when she sees the Avatar, his eyes unfocused, but his mind beyond occupied.

"I lost my concentration." He whispers while his tongue tastes the remains of her nectar on his lips.

"No need to apologize. That was wonderful." Azula says; the cold, rough, sandstone touches her back as the air he kept under control disappears. "Now, follow my lead." Her eyes glance to the erection pushing against his clothes. She takes his hand and leads him upstairs.

…

The fire from the brazier began to die by the time they reached the room. The Avatar waved his hand, and a spark brought back life into the fire.

"Lively." Azula says. "I can tell where that's coming from." She kisses him and turns them around. "Now, Avatar...It's my turn to take care of you." She pushes him down onto the bed, his erection freeing itself when she tugs at his robe before letting her on clothes fall to the floor. She crawls over him, shivering as his cock just barely rubs over her pussy, smiling at the eagerness and desperation she sees in his eyes. And she sees a moment to tease him, just a bit more.

Both of them want this; a reflective bulb of precum leaks from the head of his cock, her pussy drips with anticipation. She stops and smirks.

"Just one thing." Azula smirks when the Avatar rolls his eyes.

"Please…Princess Azula, my Princess…Please, don't make me wait." He smiles.

"As you wish, my Avatar." She whispers.

Azula pushes him down onto the mattress, and he bends to her will, as if he was fire itself. She lowers herself and lets out a sharp gasp as he enters her. A surge of ecstasy jumps through her entire being, she falls forward, her palms land on his chest, her nails create dark craters in his flesh as she steadies herself and rotates her hips, feeling his stiff cock inside her.

Azula's heart jumps when she feels his hands against her hips, his fingers softly dig into her skin, easing her down further. She lets out another gasp, like static, pleasure shoots through her; her arms give way and she falls forward into the embrace of his kiss, moaning was she takes him in deeper.

Through short breaths and ecstatic gasps, Azula keeps her hips moving, feeling the heat of his cock deep insider her pussy, feeling his climax build within her. His soft caress against her hips and back urge her on; every thrust sending waves of pleasure through her. Her arms wrap around him, heat building within her, Azula knows that the Avatar is close.

"Inside…" She whispers. "I want to feel it." The Avatar nods breathlessly, his grip around her hips tighten; he pushes himself deeper into her and Azula is taken by an engrossing orgasmic release, fueled by the hot cum pumping into her pussy. She lets out a desperate breath. Her muscles go weak. Her ear resting on his heart; the rapid beat echoing her own pulse. The soft sounds of his breath serve as a lullaby as night turns to day.

…

A warm ray of sunlight upon Azula's back wakes her up the next morning. She looks around to find herself alone.

I've been through this before.

She thinks to herself, and heads downstairs to the baths. The entire bath is back in order, the waterfall streams into a clear pool of water against the sandstone tiles. Within, the Avatar sits fully dressed, the height of the water resting just below his neck.

Azula raises her eyebrows, but wades into the water herself, fully clothed. The fabric from her dress soaks in the water, becoming heavier, but pressing against the curves of her body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Good morning." Azula wraps her arms around him, letting her body press to against his back.

"Good morning." The Avatar's voice was as gentle as it had always been. "How are you today?"

"I've never been better in my entire life." She whispers in his ear. "I meant what I said last night."

"I know." He turns to her. "Rest up. We'll be leaving in a little bit."

"Where are we going now?"

"I'll show you after you're ready." He kisses her hand, then makes his way back up the stairs. "Oh, and don't worry about getting your clothes wet." He shrugs, waves his hand, and the water that soaked his clothes pulls away until the cloth is pristinely dry.

"Well, if it's that easy…" Azula walks towards him, her robe slipping of off with every step until it falls to the floor. "Why not just dry them now, and I'll put them back in when I'm done?"

His gaze is locked on her nude figure, that stupid smile she used to hate takes his lips, but she loves that he loves it. With a slow turn, she walks back into the water, skin glistening against the golden light that reflects from the sandstone. He nods with that smile, Azula can already see the bulge in his pants begin to grow again. He pulls the water out of her clothes and hangs them on a nearby table.

"Care to join me?" She asks him.

"I can't…" She hears him say. "But I want to." He says just loud enough for her to hear before walking off.

A few minutes pass in silence. When she finishes bathing, Azula walks to the table where he set her clothes and after getting dressed, sees a cup of tea that he also set out for her.

"What's this?" She says to no one. A familiar scent entered her nostrils. "He figured it out." She laughs and takes in the odor of the tea she had made once from the flowers in the garden. The tea that she had brewed specifically for women.

She looks over her shoulder and pours the tea out into a drainage grate below her feet.

No need for that anymore. She thinks to herself before walking back up the stairs, and smelling the heavenly aromas drifting from the food he was apparently preparing.

…

"I hope you like the food. Your Uncle gave me the ingredients just as we said goodbye." The Avatar sits down across from her at a table filled with dumplings and other dishes common from her Uncle's Teahouse in Ba Sing Se.

"Thank you." She takes a plate and begins to fill it with her choice of food. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

"This. Katara gave it to me before she left last night." He unfolds a piece of parchment and holds it out.

Azula's eyes scan across, finding an illustration of her, a bounty price, and the name of the one who posted it for the entire world to claim: Firelord Zuko.

She smirks. He nods.

The Avatar had kept his promise to her.

Azula was finally returning home.

A/N:

Haven't written anything like that in a long time. It was definitely harder than it used to be. I guess that's just what happens when a skill isn't practiced for so long.

I hope it was a good read.

Thank you for reading.