Azula had warned him from the start that this was a really bad idea, but her brother just wouldn't listen to her. To a certain extent, she was glad he didn't. As awkward and somewhat stressful as this situation was, she had always known it was inevitable that her mother would find out about them, since they were not exactly being discrete, and the only reason Ursa and Iroh were still oblivious to it seemed to be pure denial. Though she supposed there were better ways of letting her know, especially since they were going to need her help to make Azulon be okay with it if he found out - the old bastard still refused to die and was far from being an understanding man.

In fact, this whole mess was technically their grandfather's fault. He had stupidly decided to argue with Iroh yet again about how to handle the war and keep on hopelessly trying to make his son be the dragon of the west again, despite him quite clearly having lost his way and become too soft after Lu Ten's death. If he had not done that, then Iroh would have been free to have lunch with Ursa like he was supposed to, so she would not be at garden at exactly the worst time possible and would have not seen something she quite clearly wanted to keep pretending wasn't happening.

Thankfully, the little interruption had happened far, far too late to ruin Zuko's attempt at proving his claim to the people around them. Azula didn't know why he felt the need to so in the first place, since pretty much everyone that worked in the palace had walked in on them making out, having sex, or simply lying in bed together, completely wrapped up in each other. And even if they hadn't, Zuko's obvious jealousy whenever any man would so much as look at her, made it pretty clear that he didn't see her as just his sister.

Still, it was fun seeing all the shocked faces and hearing all the scandalized comments of the guards and servants that were there when Zuko took her by the hand, practically dragged her to the bushes, and immediately started kissing her, and quickly trying to take off her clothes. She liked it when he was gentle and loving, but having him be rough and actually try to dominate her just made Azula feel like losing her mind every single time, regardless of which one of them ended up managing to make the other submit.

She didn't bother trying to 'fight back', simply letting Zuko undress her, kiss every inch of her exposed skin, grope her, and tease her in every way he could. Her hands were grabbing at the grass beneath her as she tried desperately not to move. Zuzu wanted to prove that she was his, so, for once, she would act like a good little sister who would never, ever, ever say 'no' to her brother or tell him what to do. There was a strange thrill to just lying there, letting all these people, the very ones that she had always made sure would never forget she was in charge, see her being used and abused by her brother, as if she were nothing but his toy, leaving her covered in bruises, hickeys, bite marks and a few burn marks.

When he finally took off his own clothes, Azula was already losing her mind, needing to just fell him as close to her as possible. She embraced him, nails digging into his back as he begun thrusting into her, hearing him moaning right in her ear. The princess was in paradise as her brother kissed her passionately and gave it to her hard.

Then their mother foolishly interrupted them, and had the nerve to look horrified.

"Azula, I allow you to pull Zuko into your awful games far too often, but this — this is unacceptable."

Of course Ursa blamed it all on her. It's not like her perfect Zuko could ever actually want and love his evil sister after all. Despite knowing very well that she should have expected this, Azula was still a little hurt.

Thankfully, her brother wasted no time, defending her right away, still above her - still inside her - sounding more furious than he had ever been. Yet the best part was how sweet and caring he was, even as they were re-dressing, even with their mother right there. He was acting like she was the most precious thing in the universe.

As Ursa practically ran away, trying to hold onto any dignity and authority she had, Zuko took Azula's hand and they went back to his room, where he took care of all the little, tiny wounds he had left on her body, especially on her hips and thighs.

"This is a great look for you" he teased, pressing gentle, sweet kisses to her inner thigh.

"I hope you know I'll return the favor, Zuzu" she smirked, running her fingers through his hair before grabbing it and giving a slight pull.

"I'll be looking forward to that" he bit her inner thigh and pushed her onto the mattress, getting on top of her again. This time there were no interruptions, no watching eyes, nothing to make them focus on anything but each other. They both knew their mother would probably try to convince them to break up, but it didn't matter. Nothing would come of it, because nothing could destroy what they had.

That little incident had proven that.