First Time

Three quick taps at the door was all the warning Sokka gave the princess before peeking his head inside her room. "Azula? You, uh, wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes, come in," she said, getting up from her bed. She walked deliberately over to him.

"Good, cause there's something I wanted to talk to you about too – "

"How could you give up so easily?" she derided, staring him in the face.

The harshness of her tone filled Sokka with dread. "W-What, you mean with Jet?"

"Mmhmm."

"Are you seriously upset with me?! Now you get to have him all to yourself. I thought that would make you happy!" he shouted back at her.

"I am happy!" she snarled.

"Then why are you acting like you're mad at me?!"

"I…" She paused, breaking eye contact. "I don't know."

"Azula," he sighed. "Look, there's… something I need to tell you." He paused. "I'm leaving."

She gazed up at him, expressionless.

"I'm leaving the Fire Nation. I'm gonna go back home with Katara and Aang."

"Sokka…" She was quiet. "If this is about Jet, you can have him. I… I'd much rather have you two be together and you stay in the palace than you leave…"

"This isn't about Jet. Though, admittedly the thought of you two together makes me feel sick."

"It does?"

"Well, yeah. Don't you feel the same way when you think about Jet and me together?"

She shrugged. "To be honest, I've never thought about you two together…"

"Well think about it!"

Tilting her head up to the left, she began to imagine their relationship together. A sly smirk spread across her face as her cheeks reddened.

Sokka was surprised and slightly amused at her reaction. "Okay, bad example," he chuckled.

"So if it's not about Jet, then why are you so dead-set on leaving?"

"I…" He took a deep breath. "I guess I'm having trouble sticking to our deal. I really shouldn't be telling you any of this."

"Tell me what?" she demanded.

"That I… I can't get you out of my head! I-I think about you all the time. At the ball, all I wanted to do was to dance with you." He studied her face but couldn't decipher her expression. "Say something, won't you?"

"So… what does this mean? Y-You're just giving up? Friendship over, just like that?"

"It's not what I want…"

"Then what do you want?" she asked sternly.

"You!" he blurted. "Obviously you. Against all odds, I want you."

"Well, I want you too!"

"Well then why are we standing here yelling at each other?!"

"I don't know!"

"Damn it, Azula." He leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth, clasping her cheeks to pull her close.

Grabbing a hold of his tunic, she slipped her tongue into his eager mouth.

Hands rushed to explore each other's bodies as they continued to passionately make out in the center of the room. Azula's hands roamed all over Sokka's chest and arms as he traced along her feminine curves.

Soon Azula found herself forcing Sokka up against a wall, pushing her body flush against his, not allowing him any room for escape. Not wanting to relinquish control, he snaked a hand up the back of her head and gently pulled on her hair, earning a rewarding moan in response.

Breaking the kiss, she threw her arms around his neck and hoisted herself up such that her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. His hands instinctively went to grab her ass in order to support her weight, not that he was complaining about getting to grope those soft cheeks.

"Take me to the bed," she purred, her voice beckoning.

He smirked. "As you wish, princess." Kissing her ravenously, he walked her over to the bed where he threw her forcefully onto her back on the mattress.

"You savage," she gasped through a naughty smile.

"You have no idea." He pounced on top of her like a wolf about to feast upon its prey, ardently capturing her lips with his.

"Ohhh," she moaned, feeling his lips begin to wander down her neck. She instinctively pushed her hips up to meet his as she felt his hot tongue lap at her sensitive skin. Feeling the bulge inside his pants grow with every roll of her hips only further served to intensify the pleasure building inside of her.

He kissed up and down her neck, licking, biting, and sucking at her soft skin, grinding his growing erection between her legs. His lips trailed down her collarbone until he reached the fabric of her nightrobe. "This needs to come off," he breathed against her skin. "Now."

"Then take it off me."

In one swift motion, he pulled the knot holding her robe together and spread the fabric open. His eyes roamed hungrily all over her body, focusing primarily on her full breasts.

"Like what you see?" She smirked up at him, trying her best to mask her insecurities, knowing full-well that this was about the part when Sokka had bailed on Suki.

"You are so fucking hot," he growled before grabbing her breasts and shoving his face between the soft mounds, flicking his tongue up and down her cleavage.

"I'll take that as a yes," she sneered, reveling in the feeling of him going absolutely nuts on her breasts. A guttural groan escaped her lips as she felt his mouth on her hardened nipples.

He sucked those hardened peaks, giving both breasts equal attention as he ground his pelvis into her mattress like a horny teenager. Not even fully aware of what he was doing, he soon found himself kissing lower and lower down her abdomen, letting his tongue roam down her taut stomach. When he got to her underwear, he slipped a finger inside, toying with the hem as he teased her with his tongue on her lower belly.

"Sokka," she breathed, "you know you don't have to – "

"I know." He grinned up at her. "I want to. Unless you don't want me to – "

"No, no. By all means."

"Okay, but quick disclaimer… I have no idea what I'm doing."

She laughed, "Well that makes two of us."

"Great! Now that I've lowered your expectations…" He smirked as he slowly slid her underwear down and off her legs. "…where was I?"

Her cheeks flushed as she watched his head disappear between her legs. "H-Holy fuck," she exhaled, gripping the sheets at her side. She had never experienced such pleasure before. The sensations were maddening.

Unfamiliar with female anatomy, Sokka was forced to rely on reading her body language to figure out what felt good. Fortunately, Azula was an open book in that regard. He loved feeling her hips rise and fall as he licked her, the little gasps and groans she emitted, the way she ran her fingers through his hair. He never imagined in his life he'd ever go down on a girl. It surprised him how much he enjoyed it, the taste, the scent. The more he licked her the more he thought about how much he'd been missing out.

"Ohhh, ohhhhhh," she moaned, dipping her head back, her hips rolling with urgency.

He licked her clit from side to side, pausing periodically to suck on the swollen gem when his tongue began to tire. If the erratic jolts of her hips were any indication of the pleasure he was giving her, he'd say he was doing a pretty damn good job. He continued to thrust his hips against the mattress as he ate her out, growing progressively more frustrated by the restriction of his clothing on his aching erection. All of a sudden, he felt her legs squeeze tightly around his head as she forced her pelvis up to meet his face.

"Spirits, Sokka!" she screamed out in ecstasy, scratching all the way across his back.

He continued to lick her slowly, letting her ride out the waves of her orgasm until she recovered her breath. "So, how'd I do?" he asked with a cocky grin before wiping his mouth.

She smirked. "I… I want you to fuck me."

His heart nearly stopped, his eyes widening. "That good, huh?"

"Come on, Sokka. Fuck me," she begged.

"Your wish is my command." He had never shed his clothes faster in his life.

Her eyes raked down his chest to the massive erection jutting out of his pubic hair.

"See what you do to me?" he growled before positioning himself back on top of her.

She gave him an impish smirk before pressing her lips to his.

He let his erection slide down her stomach, down between her legs, but just as soon as he was about to fuck her blind, a sudden realization made him stop in his tracks. "Shit… I-I don't have protection. Do you?"

"No… don't you have some in your room?"

He shook his head. "Never needed it." He was so frustrated he could punch a wall. "I've always just taken it up the ass."

Azula looked at him judgmentally. "You're still supposed to use – "

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm also a stupid boy."

"No argument here," she teased.

"Um, it's okay, it's okay. W-We can just do something else." His mind was racing. "I have an idea."

"And what's that?"

"Do you have any lube?"

"What do you think?" she asked wryly.

He laughed. "Okay… well in that case… do you think you could, uh…" He looked down at his cock. "…you know. J-Just to make it wet. I won't nut in your mouth or anything."

She rolled her eyes. "How thoughtful," she said before positioning herself on her knees in front of him. "I'm open to constructive criticism by the way."

"Good to know," he smiled. And then he watched his cock vanish inch-by-inch inside her hot, wet mouth. "Unnngh," he exhaled, bracing himself from collapsing by placing a hand on her shoulder. "Y-You're a natural."

She continued to suck him, taking him in and out of her mouth again and again.

"So good, Azula," he whispered. "Just like that." He went back and forth between watching the beautiful naked girl on her knees to closing his eyes to focus on the pleasure.

When her mouth began to feel sore, she used her tongue to lick all the way up his impressive length, loving the feeling of his cock twitch when she got to the tip. And then she started sucking him again, this time a little bit faster.

"I-I'm gonna have to stop you there," he said breathlessly, pushing her shoulder back. "I'm close."

"What now?" she smirked.

"Get on your stomach."

Her eyes widened.

"Don't worry, I-I'm not gonna stick it in your ass."

"You'd better not," she muttered before rolling onto her stomach.

"We can talk about that later," he joked, getting on top of her.

Before she could come up with a witty reply, she felt him slide his erection down the small of her back, settling on her ass right in between the cheeks.

Slowly, he began to rock his hips, grabbing onto her waist for support.

Azula was surprised at how good this felt for her. Every time he pushed his hips forward, her clit rubbed against the mattress, and soon she found herself rolling her hips along rhythmically with his. "This doing it for you?"

"Oh yeah," he panted. "This is hot. Does it feel good for you? Cause… I think I can make it feel even better." He reached a hand around her front, sliding his fingers between her legs.

"Ohhh," she moaned, feeling his nimble fingers beginning to vibrate.

"You like that?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed, picking up the movements of her hips as she rubbed herself against his hand. "Don't. Stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he grunted, vibrating his fingers faster against her hot skin, sliding his hard cock back and forth between her cheeks.

She clutched her pillow, squeezing her eyes shut as the pleasure built inside of her with every desperate thrust of her hips.

Before long he felt her legs begin to shake and he knew she was close. The feeling of sending her over the edge was turning him on even more. He fingered her even faster, his hand spasming beneath her. He didn't even care how sore his wrist was, he just wanted to get her off.

"OHHHHH SPIRITS!" she screamed into her pillow with final jolt of her hips hard against his hand. She struggled to catch her breath as the waves of white-hot pleasure raptured her entire body.

He repositioned himself on his knees, firmly gripping her waist, digging his nails into her skin as he rocked his hips with urgency. He watched his own cock, slick with her saliva as well as his own precum, slide up and down her toned ass cheeks, loving the way her skin rippled as he rubbed himself against her. With just a few more quick, erratic jolts of his hips, he came all over her back, moaning out involuntarily. "Holy shit," he whispered through a lazy smile, his breath ragged.

Azula turned her head to the side, resting it on her pillow with a satisfied smile on her lips.

"Nice," Sokka self-congratulated, admiring the splotchy artwork he had left on her back.

"Clean me up, won't you?" she asked dryly.

"Of course. Just, uhhh…" He began untangling the mess of clothes on the floor. "…let me get my pants on."

"Fine."

After quickly dressing, he gave her a kiss on the cheek, which was still flushed. "I'll be right back." He quietly left her room and sharply turned into the hallway.

"Looking for this?" a voice called from behind.

"GAHHHH!" Sokka jumped in place and spun around. He saw Jet holding a washcloth. "J-Jet! Are you trying to kill me?!"

"I was trying to be helpful…"

"I, uh, guess this means you heard everything, huh?" he grimaced, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

Jet laughed. "I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but… this is technically my first night on the job."

"Oh boy." Sokka looked down at his feet. "I sure hope Azula doesn't find out about this."

The two young men froze in place as they heard a shriek from inside the bedroom. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

Sokka scowled. "Sounds like she heard."

"I'd say so."

He stammered for a second, pointing at the door. "I, errr, uhhh, I'm gonna – "

"We can talk after you guys get cleaned up." Jet handed Sokka the washcloth.

"G-Good idea." Sokka scampered back inside, tail between his legs. "So… you'll never guess who I just saw…"

"Sokka, this is humiliating!"

"Yeah… it's not great. But for what it's worth, Jet didn't seem to be too upset."

"Well that's good."

"Still, I feel like we probably owe him an apology." He sat down on the mattress next to her and washed the mess off her back.

"Yeah… you can handle that on your own."

He laughed, bending down to grab Azula's sleep robe off the floor. "Here," he said, handing her the silky garment.

"Thanks." She slipped it on.

"Guess we should probably talk to Jet…"

"Fiiiine."

"Jet, you can come in!" Sokka shouted.

"These walls are too thin," Azula muttered under her breath.

Jet entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Hello, lovebirds," he teased.

Azula gave him an uncomfortable smile.

"Look, Jet…" Sokka sighed. "We're both really sorry – "

"Don't be."

Azula and Sokka looked at each other confused and then back at Jet.

"It's fine. Really. I thought there was something going on between you two," he chuckled. "No hard feelings."

"Well, that was easy," Azula remarked.

"Just… keep me in mind if you're ever looking for a third." Jet smirked.

Azula blushed. "W-Will do."

"R-Really?" Sokka asked the princess. "That's on the table now?"

She shrugged. Sokka grinned.

"So… what does this mean for you?" Jet asked.

"What, whether I still consider myself gay or not?" Sokka answered. "Because I'm – "

"No, not that." Jet shook his head. "Why are you so eager to put yourself into a box anyway?"

"What, you don't label yourself?"

"No. I consider myself to be Jet. I like what I like," he shrugged. "I guess you can say I like the wine, not the label."

"Hm… I like that."

"Well good. But what I meant before was what does this mean for you two? Are you official?" he pried, sneering.

Sokka and Azula exchanged panicked looks.

"I guess we need to talk about that," Azula replied.

"Well, I'll get out of your hair." Jet turned for the door.

"Thanks for being so understanding," Sokka squeaked, "and uh, let us know if there's anything we can do to make things up to you."

"Actually…" He turned back around. "The Kyoshi warrior girl… what's her deal?"

"Which one?" Sokka asked.

"The perky one with large breasts?" Azula added.

"No. She's not my type," Jet answered. "The one with short auburn hair and eyes that seem to change color…"

Sokka's eyes widened. "Suki?"

"She's single," Azula chimed in. "You should ask her out."

"Hm." Jet nodded. "Maybe I will." He left the room.

Sokka sighed. "So…"

"So…"

"Weird night, eh?"

"I'll say." Azula looked down at her lap. "Definitely didn't end the way I would have liked it to…"

"Well maybe we can change that," he smiled.

"How?" she asked, looking up at him warmly.

"Look… I…" He took a deep breath. "I really like you, Azula. And I've gotten some not-so-subtle hints that you may like me too…"

"Perhaps…"

"So, whaddya say?" He took her hand and gazed into her eyes. "Be my girlfriend?"