A/N: Figured after that last fic I wrote that dealt with miscarriage, you guys deserved a little more fun and smut. This is set before "The Necklace"

Sokka could barely keep the steam from coming out of his ears as he watched some guy flirt with his fianceé from across the room. He was the son of some important general or advisor or whatever. To be honest, Sokka wasn't really paying that much attention to him when they'd been introduced.

All night, he'd been wrapped up in Azula and the sinfully tight dress she was wearing. Red, black, and gold danced together like dragons intertwining and the silky material hugged her every curve. Fire Nation citizens had no shame in showing off a little bit of skin and most of their more feminine outfits bared a midriff. But Azula took it to another level.

The dress's neckline plunged to her navel, exposing the valley between her breasts. The sleeveless aspect of the dress left her arms bare, showing off her toned biceps from years of practicing firebending.

Sokka had nearly swallowed his tongue upon seeing her in it for the first time. Her dress was made for attention and by the spirits she certainly had it.

From everyone.

Seeing as it was a party to officially announce and celebrate their engagement, the two of them had walked into the ballroom together. And from the moment she stepped foot in the room, every single eye was on her. All the women looked on with barely concealed envy as Azula attracted every man's lusty gaze to her.

At first, Sokka had been smug, knowing that every man in that room wanted her and yet his was the arm she draped herself on. He'd stuck to her side all night, flitting about the room from dignitary to dignitary, introducing himself to the court as the man who would one day be their Prince Consort.

They'd danced together as was expected and he'd barely been able to keep from making a fool of himself. He was never the most coordinated person so the fact that he'd avoided stepping on Azula's toes was a win in his book.

But now they had separated so he could get something to eat. He'd left her side for two seconds and there was already someone there to take his place. The young man was clearly trying to put the moves on her, laughing at everything she said. She even looked like she was humoring him by not refusing his advances!

When the guy reached out and put a hand on Azula's waist, his fingers caressing the fabric at her hip, Sokka had had enough. Leaving his plate on a random table, he stalked over there and placed a hand on the small of her back. It was intimate, it was possessive, it was totally unlike him.

He plastered a fake grin on his face and held out his hand. "Hi there, I'm Sokka. Princess Azula's fianceé."

The guy looked startled at the intrusion in his conversation, but quickly recovered. "I'm Zhang."

"So what were we talking about?" Sokka asked, looking between the two.

Azula raised an eyebrow at his antics. "Zhang, here, was just complimenting my dress. He was wondering if I had it custom made or not. Of course I told him, being a Princess, everything I own is custom made."

The two shared a smile like it was an inside joke, and Sokka felt his inside begin to boil. He faked a stilted laugh which earned him a frown from Azula.

"Yes, she does look quite stunning in this dress, don't you think, Zhang?" Sokka asked, his eyes boring deeply into the other man.

Zhang shifted his weight from foot to foot, clearly unnerved by him. "Y-yes, of course. The Princess is always a sight to behold no matter what she wears." After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he nodded at Azula and bowed.

"Princess, it's been an honor speaking with you. Perhaps we'll be able to continue this conversation at a later date?"

Sokka nearly gasped with indignation. How dare this man think he could proposition someone else's betrothed like that? Who did he think he was?

Azula simply nodded in return. "Of course, Zhang. Enjoy the rest of your night." When he walked off, Azula whirled on Sokka. "What the hell was that?"

"What was what?"

"That whole," she waved her hand, "possessive, macho bullshit you just did. Agni, you might as well have pissed a circle around me like some kind of animal."

Sokka reigned in his response and glanced around, incredibly thankful that no one was paying attention to them. Wordlessly, he grabbed her wrist and led them out into the hallway, away from the partygoers.

"Sokka, what are you doing?!" she cried in outrage, trying to yank her wrist from his grip.

But he wasn't having any of it. Hiding them in a dark corner behind a pillar, he pinned her against the wall, his lips finding hers with a growl. He bit down on her bottom lip, his tongue immediately soothing the sharp sting.

Azula melted into him, her nails finding the back of his neck. She moaned as she felt his hips press into hers, his hardness just aching to be released from the confines of his pants.

His hands ran up the outside of her thighs, pulling up her dress as they went along. With the fabric bunched up, he hoisted her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist and he could grind himself further into her.

"Fuck, did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look in this dress?" Sokka groaned, his mouth attaching to her neck.

"You may have mentioned it once or twice," she breathed.

"Well I should say it more. You're so fucking beautiful." He lapped at her collarbone, biting down hard. "And you're all mine."

Fuck, this possessive side of him was not something she was expecting to love this much. It shouldn't have aroused her like this, but it was definitely doing it for her. She'd been dripping from the moment he'd stormed over and interrupted her conversation with Zhang. The look of hunger and rage in his eyes made her want to tear his clothes off in front of the whole court.

Gasping, Azula tugged on his hair. "Careful with the bites," she warned. "We'll have to go back to the party eventually."

Unhappy about it, but understanding her point, Sokka released her neck, nearly wincing at the reddened flesh. He was going to catch hell for that one if it didn't fade in time.

Thrusting forward, his manhood rubbed deliciously against her.

"Inside me," she moaned. "I need you inside me."

Holding her up with one arm, Sokka untied his pants and pushed them just below his hips, letting his cock spring free. Guiding it towards her entrance, he sheathed himself in one long thrust.

"No panties, Azula?" he groaned at the sensation of her wet, hot body stretching around him. "You're so naughty."

"You don't know the half of it," she said, her eyes rolling back as he filled her with each rough thrust. He surged into her, rolling his hips back and forth as she took everything he gave her. Her back scraped along the wall as he held her up against it.

"Uhhhn, Sokka…."

"Fuck, you're so tight."

She bucked into him, trying to take him deeper, but it was nearly impossible given their position. But she needed more. She could feel the pleasure soaking her skin, the oil ready for a spark to send her into a flaming spiral.

Nails digging into his back, she bit his earlobe and moaned, "Harder."

Gathering his strength, Sokka drilled her into the wall, his hips slapping against her thighs. If anyone were to walk into the hallway, they'd know for certain what was happening behind that pillar. Perhaps they should, but they were making no effort to keep quiet. This wasn't a sneaky romantic tryst in her room, this was a quick, hard fuck to take the edge off and so he could show her why no other man would ever be good enough for her.

"That's it, baby," Azula moaned.

Now that was a new one. She'd never called him that before.

"Fuck me like you own me."

It's like she could read his mind.

"Ooohh, make me come, baby."

Fuck yeah, he was going to make her come. He was going to make her see the fucking stars.

Changing his movements from hard thrusts to a rolling grind, he was able to rub his pelvis right against her clit, giving her the stimulation she was craving. His cock brushed over that sensitive spot inside her. He could feel the fire gathering in his loins, ready to spill out at any moment.

Azula whimpered, her legs shaking and quivering around him as they gripped his waist, her heels digging into the backs of this thighs.

"You're mine," he growled in her ear.

The words set her off, sending her tumbling head first into an orgasm that rocked her to the core. She clutched him tightly, as he buried his face in her neck a the contractions squeezing his cock. It only took another minute before he was spilling into her, his come spurting with every jerk of his hips.

They panted heavily, hoping by some miracle that no one heard them. Sokka eased her down to the ground, letting her lean on him as she regained feeling back in his shaky legs.

"You ready to tell me what the hell that was about?" Azula asked.

Sokka sighed, his lips close to her jawline. "I didn't like the way that guy, Zhang, was hanging off you. He was clearly flirting with you—"

"So naturally you need to drag me away and fuck me up against a wall?" At least she was sounding slightly amused by the whole situation.

"He wasn't respecting the fact that you and I are engaged, Azula. And so maybe I got a little heated and possessive but what else am I supposed to do when he starts touching you the way he did?"

"What are you talking about? He didn't touch me."

"Yes he did! He touched your hip right before I walked over."

Azula's face creased as she remembered the incident and then suddenly, she laughed.

"Oh you think this is funny, do you?" Sokka demanded. "Letting another guy paw at you while your fiancé stands back and watches?"

"You're such an idiot," she shook her head fondly at him before kissing him resoundly. "He was feeling the fabric of my dress, you buffoon!"

Sokka crossed his arms, still not convinced. "It's a good excuse, I'll admit, but why would a guy like him care about that?"

"Because he truly wanted to know what it was made of and where he could get a suit made from it—"

"Really? He doesn't seem like the type of guy to care about fashion—"

"For his boyfriend," she finished

Sokka stood there, his mouth still open mid-sentence. "Oh."

Azula nodded. "Yeah. Oh."

"You mean he's—"

"Yep."

"So he wasn't—"

"Nope."

"So…all that 'flirting' he was doing…That was just all in my head?"

"Mhmm. He was just being friendly," she said. "But that's the problem men: you see one thing and become so blinded by it that you won't even consider another possibility."

"Huh, whaddaya know." Sokka tilted his head in thought. "Why didn't you just tell me that to being with?"

Azula barked a laugh. "As if you even gave me a chance to! You pinned me up a wall the first opportunity you had."

Sokka rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly. "I guess I should apologize for being kind of a possessive asshole."

Azula bit her lip. "While I could've done without the attitude around Zhang, I'm not gonna lie, it was kind of hot."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

She nodded, her fingers tracing a line up his arm as she leaned in close. "Not caring who knows that we belong to each other? That I'm yours and you're mine? Yeah it was definitely pretty sexy." Straightening her hair and dress, she walked off towards the ballroom alone. Returning separately would be their best option so no one had any suspicions.

"Next time, though," she called behind her, "maybe you should find a better way of showing it than being a jerk to some poor innocent guy."

The gears in his head were already turning. He knew exactly what he would have to do next. And it wasn't because he wanted to claim her publically as his, though that would certainly be a bonus. They had only known each other for a couple weeks now and he knew he loved her. He just needed the perfect gift to show her that.

Starting tomorrow, his quest would begin. He would need the right color silk and a red gemstone.