Azula was nervous, which she found just utterly ridiculous. Before her relationship with Sokka, she could count on one hand the amount of times she'd been nervous in her life. Now, she found her stomach fluttering almost daily whenever she thought of him.

She hated it.

(She loved it.)

Unconsciously, she began fidgeting with the necklace at her throat, a hint of a smile adorning her face as she remembered the night Sokka had given it to her. She hadn't taken it off since first putting it on. The gentle silk still felt foreign against her skin, but she was slowly getting used to it being there.

Azula felt her face heat up. That night had been one for the ages. He'd done as she'd asked, using her body like it was nothing more than a plaything for his enjoyment. Her body had been pushed to its limit. He'd fucked her like a man possessed, like she was completely and utterly his.

And she was.

Wearing only his necklace, she let him take her over and over again until they both collapsed from exhaustion as the light of dawn crept into her room. Then he'd been forced to leave her, sneaking out on wobbily legs barely capable of holding himself up in that moment. To be honest, she was surprised he didn't just fall flat on his face while climbing off her balcony.

But since he'd given her such an amazing gift, she felt the need to return the favor.

So here she was, waiting ever so patiently for her fiancé to sneak his way past the guards and climb up to her room. The gentle sound of feet hitting the stone on the balcony was her only sign he was here.

Turning around, she couldn't help buy smile when she saw his delighted face. He surged towards her, pulling her close.

"I missed you," he breathed into her neck.

"We literally saw each other at dinner a few hours ago."

"Yeah, but that was too long ago. And plus, I couldn't do this at dinner." Capturing her mouth with his, he sucked on her bottom lip.

When they pulled apart, Azula had to close her eyes for a second to steady herself. Agni, how was this man able to make her feel like she was floating every time he was nar her?

"No, you definitely couldn't do that at dinner."

Sokka laughed shortly. "Yeah, I rather like my head where it is so kissing you like that in front of daddy dearest probably wouldn't be the best option."

"Don't be foolish, Sokka," she smiled sweetly. "The head on your shoulders isn't the head he'd cut off."

Sokka's eyes widened and subconsciously, he moved his hands protectively in front of his groin. "He, uh...he wouldn't really do that...would he?"

Azula shrugged, trying hard to contain her amusement. "If you kissed his only daughter—his darling princess—in front of him like the way you normally kiss me when we're alone? Yeah, he probably would. Wouldn't want the man I'm engaged to to start having impure thoughts about me before we're married, would we?"

"If your dad could only see the 'impure thoughts' I've had of you, he'd do more than just cut off my manhood," he joked, a mischievous grin on his face. "Besides, you'd never let that happen. You'd miss it too much."

Azula smirked. "What can I say?" She glanced down the length of his body. "It pleases me well."

Just as Sokka was about to reach for her again, she danced out of his grip. "Uh uh, not yet."

Sokka pouted. "B-but...you can't just give me that look and be all seductive-like and then walk away!"

Azula chuckled. "Uh, yes, I belive I can. Besides, I have something for you, a gift."

"Is it a naked gift?"

"No," she retorted, "and if you don't reel it in, you won't be getting any more of those until the wedding."

Sokka closed his mouth and mimed locking it shut.

"Wait here for just a second." Azula walked to her closet and produced a long rectangular box with a red ribbon tied around it. Bringing it over to Sokka, she held it out for him to take.

"Open it."

Untying the ribbon, Sokka set the box down on the nearest surface: Azula's bed. He took the lid off and gaped at the sight before him.

He examined the plain brown sheath inlaid with gold designs. Picking it up gently, he griped the handle that had more ornate gold on the bottom of the hilt. Giving a tug on the hilt, he gasped when the blade was revealed to him. It was solid black, unlike anything he had ever seen before. There was no way this was just any standard sword.

"Azula," he breathed in awe. "How did you-why did-what?" He couldn't string more than a couple of words together at a time.

"I wanted to get you something nice, in return for the necklace you gave me."

Sokka looked at her. "You didn't have to. That necklace came with my unconditional love, not an obligation to give me a gift."

"I know," Azula touched the red pendant. "But you've shown how much I mean to you and I felt like it was time that showed you just how much you mean to me. You're so much more open with your emotions than I am, even in private, and I don't want you to ever doubt my feelings. Consider this a betrothal gift, just like the necklace."

Leaning in, he gave her a brief kiss and then studied the sheer magnificence held in his hands. "Azula, this is...this is incredible!" He touched the blade in awe, careful not to cut himself on the razor sharp edge. "Where did you even find something like this?"

"I had it commissioned specially just for you. The metal the blade's made out of isn't even from this earth."

Sokka looked startled. "What?"

Azula smirked. "Do you remember that meteor shower that happened a couple weeks ago? And that giant one that fell a little ways outside the city?"

"Yes….?"

She nodded towards the sword. "I know you love science and such so I had several servants locate the meteor and bring it back to the palace. I was planning on just showing it to you, but when I saw you and Zuko sparring in the arena one day, I had an even better idea.

"This sword," she ran a finger over it, "is made from that exact meteor."

Sokka's eyes bulged out of his head and his jaw dropped in shock. "You mean," he started, unable to contain the excitement in his voice, "I'm holding a space sword?!"

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh at his antics. "I suppose technically yes, that's what it is."

"You really went to all that trouble just to give me a sword?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're amazing, Azula."

She tried to fight the blush that threatened to rise to her cheeks. "The blacksmith did all the work, Sokka. I just provided the material and paid for it."

"Maybe so, but no one's ever done anything like this for me before. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Sokka glanced down at his sword, sliding it in its sheath before setting it back in the box. He picked up the box and set it down on a table off to the side.

Azula tilted her head in curiosity. "What are you doing? I figured you'd spend all night staring at that thing."

Before she knew what was happening, Sokka had scooped her into his arms and threw her on the bed where she landed with a thump, her breath temporarily stolen from her. His hands tore open her robe and pushed up her nightgown as he knelt between her legs.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" he teased. "I'm thanking my Princess properly for her ever so thoughtful gift."

Azula's heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. His mouth descended on her and she gasped.

"You're so welcome."