Aang was up early as usual. The sun was just over the horizon when he rose from bed. Walking down the corridor towards two Kyoshi Warriors guarding the world's most dangerous war terrorist, he briefly thought of surprising the prisoner with a tray of the Fire-Nation's best meat-infested breakfast, yet one whiff from the hog-guineas being slaughtered in the Fire Temple's kitchen made him choke on bile. Instead, he found himself venturing up to the fully garbed warriors with nothing in hand, but his glider.
"Hi, Aang," greeted Ty Lee with obvious fakeness in her voice.
Giving his best smile, Aang bowed to the warrior and Sokka's girlfriend, Suki before impulsively staring at the ominous door that hid the surrendered fire princess on the other side.
"Azula's still asleep, I'm assuming," he commented off-handedly, looking down at the shorter women.
"Yep," chirped the princess's former ally and ex-girlfriend. "She'll probably be out soon. I could wake her".
Aang shook his head quickly as he was sure the seemingly sweet acrobat would undoubtedly attempt to wake the princess in very erotic ways.
"No, no! I guess I was thinking she would be up with the occasion and all," he answered, avoiding the woman's narrowed eyes.
Just as he was about to turn away, the gold hinges from the door gave a small squeal, making Aang's heart race against his will. Moments later, there she stood, dressed in a flowing, red bed-robe with gold trimming. Her dark hair was tied into a single braid, yet her make-up was applied perfectly even at this early morning hour.
"Princess, good morning, you look fabulous," gushed Ty Lee, provoking a hesitant smirk from the woman.
Suki gave a low grunt for her own greeting. It was obvious she would rather eat moth-wasps than guard Azula's bedchamber. After the princess surrendered herself to her brother, she was offered her old room for boarding until her fate was to be decided by the world leaders at the Four Nation's Summit set for that evening.
Aang had been called in to preside over the court consisting of King Kuei and Bumi for the Earth Kingdom, Hakoda, Sokka and "Gran Pakku" on behalf of both water tribes and Zuko and Iroh for the princess's home country.
"I take it you have news or orders for me, Avatar? Or perhaps something else more…personal?" The princess said, her voice oozing with seduction that made Aang blush beet red and Ty Lee's fingers curl into two strong fists.
He could not help moistening his lower lip with his tongue nor glancing at the woman's slightly exposed bosom, glistening against the bright, morning sun. Scratching the hairs on his cheek, Aang glanced uncomfortably at Ty Lee. It was a well-known fact that the two had passionate history that ended along with his own pre-adult infatuation and marriage to Katara in the mysterious forest of Forgetful Valley.
Despite their efforts to keep everything under wraps, Fire Lord Zuko had been given the news about their son, Zaheer. Azula's pregnancy had coaxed Katara into the arms of Aang's best friend, yet caused a rift between Azula and her brother as the two battled over custody to the avatar's youngest child, who would be next in line for the throne.
The avatar attempted to cool the flames by leaving the decision up to the summit with the wish that he preside over the court. The fire lord agreed as he did not want to see his sister behind bars or dead should the world leaders choose to find Azula guilty of world war crimes under her father's regime.
"I think we should take a walk," said the avatar, gripping his staff, tightly. "The summit is this evening and I think it would help calm our nerves".
Azula nodded. "Yes, I do need to relax. Do I need my babysitters?" She asked Ty Lee smugly.
The acrobat blinked several times as if fighting back tears. She opened her mouth, but no words came.
"I'm sure Katara could handle you should you…forget your place, Azula. She's done it before," Suki hissed with obvious disdain.
Lip curled, Azula grasped the tall man's bicep smoothly with a gleam in her eye. "Very well, be sure to send the peasant our good morning wishes," she answered, leading the avatar away with a flip of her lengthy hair.
The two found themselves in the palace gardens. Azula had not bothered to change out of her bedrobe as she knew she would find the powerful avatar breathless and inside of her the moment they were alone. Aang felt no reservations as he had before Fate's interesting personality saw it fitting to force Azula to become the mother of his third son.
Due to demands from her father, Hakoda and the elder air acolytes seeking to begin the repopulation of airbenders, Katara and Aang had married before they were ready and welcomed three children in the world. For several years, it was pure bliss. Tenzin, Bumi and Kya were Aang's pride and joy, yet Zaheer stole his heart instantly after he, Azula and their reluctant midwife Katara welcomed the baby boy into the world.
As expected Azula had disappeared shortly after giving birth, but came back after a year, demanding her only son. Aang had missed her more than he ever imagined and agreed to her demands, striking fury in his wife who had struggled with believing their fantastical recall of life-saving sex after the princess attempted to drown herself in a spiritual pool due to a clash of unfortunate events in her life.
Now that Katara was gone, Aang felt truly whole with his youngest child's mother. He was liberated to be with Azula, yet the princess refused any form of a relationship and Aang accepted her rejection as he was sure the world leaders would question his position during her hearing. The two, however, found it difficult to resist one another when they were completely alone.
"I love you, Azula," Aang whispered passionately after their tryst beneath an aging shade tree in the garden. He could not help the proclamation. Azula had struck his heart and left a mark like the lightning scar on his spine. He knew better than to speak the words, but did so anyway as he felt in his whole heart that the princess had to feel the same.
This love he held for her made him want to sacrifice himself on her behalf should she be sentenced to death. He knew that he was in trouble for his feelings, big trouble. Yet, looking into golden eyes that seemed to sparkle when they coupled, it was worth it.
Azula's manicured index finger traced the outline of his tattoo slowly along his carved abdominals. Years had past since the war. Both she and the avatar had been involved and never fathomed seeking the other's warmth. Gazing at the beautiful specimen beneath her body, she licked her lips as she watched his chest rise along with his strong neck muscles.
The avatar was gorgeous, his smile was perfect coupled with a trimmed brown beard that she had suggested, his power was perfect and who better to control such power than she? The idea of owning such a being made her stomach flutter with excitement. He was liberated from her archenemy and free for the taking. So why not? What was holding her back from claiming him for her own? She deserved him, right? After everything she had gone through, she deserved a lavish life as the wife of a god.
Bending over she took the man's lower lip between her teeth and kissed him with a passion that set his heart on fire. Moaning simultaneously, he rubbed his callous palm over her cheek with a softness that she had little experience with, from a man that is. Most of the men in her life had treated her with rough hands, her uncle nearly twisting her arm out of her socket, her brother with his powerful blasts of fire against her shoulder and not to mention the countless marks left by Ozai…
Breathless, Azula pulled away whispering, "You love what I can do to you, Avatar. Don't confuse this," she then allowed their lips to meet again, completely contradicting her words as Aang felt her heartbeat quicken in her chest as their tongues danced passionately. Aang returned the kiss, hesitantly, before finally pulling away. The action brought a confused look from the princess that turned into an angry glare at his audacity. "KISS ME!" She demanded. "Am I not good enough for you!"
Aang shook his head, sighing heavily. Azula responded with a strong shove that made him wince. "FINE!" She growled, pulling her robe closed and beginning to scramble when Aang stopped her with a grasp of her waist. "Would you like for me to put Zu Zu in an awkward mess so you can return to your waterbender? It's not like I haven't done such things before!"
Aang's eyes bulged. It was true that the former fire lord had spurred Azula's drowning attempt, yet Aang tried to keep the thought of someone raping the woman he loved from seeping back into his mind. Luckily, Zuko had blocked Ozai from making an appearance at his sister's court hearing at the avatar's strong urging. He was sure that he would break the only pledge he had managed to keep and kill the man with his bare hands for what he had done to his own daughter! Ozai agreed to send a written testimony in Azula's defense through his son instead of making a formal appearance.
"Azula, please, it's just-"
"What?" Hissed the princess. "Just what, Avatar?"
"That!" Aang found himself yelling. "You still call me Avatar like we're enemies! Like Zaheer never happened! Like we didn't just...make love".
Azula bit her lip, looking away. "It's called fucking. There's no love in it. We are adults with needs," she explained, though her tone was unconvincing. "You and that peasant made love. We fuck, Avatar".
Aang's member twitched in spite of himself. Azula's eyes dropped to his shaft, subconsciously before she looked away. Before she could react further, the avatar had shoved her somewhat roughly though still with loving hands towards the earth, pushing inside of her with his full length. Gasping, Azula bit her tongue to keep herself from screaming the powerful bender's name when he hit a particular place that had her shaking and barely able to stay on all fours. She fluttered around him, instantly moaning from his succulent lips against her neck and the small pull of her hair.
"Fuck me, Avatar," she groaned, eyes closed tightly, nails clawing up the earth that shook from Aang's powerful thrusts. "Agni!…yes!" She could not resist yelling out.
Wetness flooded around the avatar with the force of a waterbending master. His body felt possessed as he sped up his pace. Azula's cries spurred him a hardness that matched the temple's walls. He loved watching Azula's pale, lithe body move around him. The morning was bright and though anyone could walk in on the two including the fire lord and Katara, Aang banished the world from his mind as he continued giving hard, long thrusts, pulling out of the princess before sinking slowly back into hot ecstasy, making Azula choke back screams each time he did the motion.
The princess attempted to regain control by clenching him and trying to force them into a sitting position with her on top. Aang growled in her ear in a strange voice. She knew it well. His eyes glowed along with his tattoos. He was lost from the world, yet made her feel like the goddess she was born to be. Panting, she moved against the deity, azure flames leaving her lips as she felt them lifting from the ground. Her hair fell over his shoulder as she gazed towards the heavens. His power gave her fits. Moving her arm around his neck, she absorbed him whole surprised as tears flooded her eyes like her last agni khai.
What is wrong with me? She wondered as they fell back to the earth with a soft thud.
Aang's eyes still glowed and he moved instinctively atop her, spreading her legs wide with a grasp of her pale knees. Azula pulled his head down kissing his lips with a ranging passion.
"Zaheer," Azula said breathlessly as the father of her child used a small rag to wipe away her perspiration. "That will be his name. Do you not agree?"
Aang gave her a brilliant smile despite his wife cleaning their newly birthed son only a few feet away. Azula felt her heart flutter as his brown eyes met hers.
"I love you," they spoke inaudibly.
Azula was stricken. She thought of a different set of brown eyes, yet she could not find the emotions she had once felt for her childhood friend. Instead, it was the avatar who had granted her life again. He had saved her despite her attempt to murder him in cold blood. She could not fathom such a thing.
"I will leave you two be," came Katara's voice, placing Zaheer in her arms.
Aang did not dare look away from his son and the child's mother. "He's beautiful, Azula. Perfect".
Azula chuckled. "Of course, he is mine and…" Her voice trailed when their lips met.
That kiss was nothing like those they had shared in Forgetful Valley. There was something else... It took her breath away. Zaheer cooed, his eyes open and staring between them. Azula knew at that very moment what love was. She loved him the moment he appeared in this world. Never before had she felt so free as the moment she realized that she was free to love another human. Her father had taken everything from her, including the choice to feel…anything. Yet, now…with her son, the fire princess finally had something to live for.
"Thank you," she said to the man who had not given up on her when countless others had. Without him, she would have never known such a feeling.
The vision made Princess Azula gasp. She looked to the man now asleep against her naked breasts, realizing that her words earlier were completely wrong. Aang's eyes were closed and his breathing ragged. She wasn't sure when they had finished their last tryst, yet she was too full to think on the matter. The vision had spurred something inside of her, something that she had searched her whole life for. She had threatened her friends and begged her father for it for years only to find it in what she sought in someone wholly unexpected.
Using both hands, Azula held the avatar's head to her chest so tightly, she worried he would crush from her grasp. Closing her eyes, she spoke aloud in a hushed volume, fearful that someone was lurking in the shadows and may hear the weakness from the prodigal firebender's lips directly.
"I think I love you too, Aang".
This series was spurred from "Cold Burn". I have been on an Azulaang kick so I just had to go with it. Unsurprisingly, it is not a very popular ship, but I did manage to find some artwork and two year old Azulaang week prompts. Hit that review button if you like or even if you don't. Love to hear from you! Enjoy! QTZ