Her hair was flawless. It felt heavenly to comb through, making Aang curse his calloused hands as he did so. Azula had collapsed after their third session atop his giant bison. Now they were both perched on the back of Appa as he was descending towards the great city of Omashu to discuss contracts in Republic City before visiting the city, itself.
Curled around him, the princess snored sweetly. Her face was completely peaceful atop his chest. He had never dreamed of seeing her in such a state when they first met in this very city for the first time. It had to be fate that drove them together these many years later to create their beautiful fairytale. Azula whimpered his name repeatedly in her blissful sleep as they came to a soft land. He found himself wishing that he could read her thoughts. If only his avatar powers extended to dreams. They would always be together in consciousness and unconsciousness.
Feeling euphoric, his heart pounded with love against his chest despite four of Omashu's earth kingdom soldiers appeared on either side of Appa. The men approached with caution, quickly taking note of the sleeping princess on the avatar's chest.
"We are here to escort you to the guest lodging, Master Aang," said one of the men. "We did not expect the fire princess joining you".
Raising an eyebrow, Aang placed a possessive hand on Azula's hip. "Well, consider it a surprise. I'm sure King Bumi won't mind".
The men bowed, leading Appa to a grazing pasture behind a small rental lodge. Momo immediately fetched wild berries from a nearby tree. Aang gazed over the woman lying against him, not wanting to wake her from her blissful sleep. She seemed to glisten in his arms.
Spirits, I really love her. He thought before lathering her face with soft kisses until her eyes peered open. Groaning, she gave a yawn before attempting to re-enter her dream state.
"I'm sorry to wake you, Sweetie," cooed Aang in her ear.
Azula turned up her face to accept another kiss, afterwards leaning up to stretch. A puff of black smoke left her lips, she had not slept so wonderfully in a very long time.
"Where are we?" She asked, looking about, unable to immediately recognize the city.
Omashu had changed drastically in the past years. As a heavily industrial city, it had reaped the benefits of Zuko and Aang's joint project with King Kuei in Yu Dao. The city was now flourishing, its citizens walking proudly through the streets, tipping their hats in greeting or giving elegant curtsies to travelers.
"We're in Omashu. I need to meet with King Bumi about Republic City, so we may be here for the next few days".
"New Ozai," grumbled Azula with a passive shrug. "Brings back memories".
Avatar Aang gave a shaky laugh. Obviously now was not the best to reintroduce his good friend and his love. Grasping the woman's waist, he created a soft wind to place them on the ground. Azula coughed from the dust and aggressively swiped away the dust on her trousers.
"It smells horrible here!" She growled. "Where's my bag?"
Aang shook his head and blew their luggage off of Appa's saddle unto the ground.
"Well, I'm NOT going to carry it myself!" Snapped the princess, swatting away Momo and stomping towards their home for the next few days.
Momo looked to Aang who shrugged. Azula, obviously, awoke in a terrible mood. He made a mental note to wake her in a more…pleasurable way in the future. He grunted as he carried the bags that felt like bending a mountain in the cottage.
Inside the home, Azula stood in the middle of the living room, her arms folded. With a grunt, Aang set down their bags.
"Something wrong?" He asked, noting her grimace.
Without a word, Azula stepped lightly towards him, her eyes low and sexy. With slender fingers, she rubbed his slightly exposed chest, making the airbender grin and lick his lips. Glancing down at his forming erection, she moved her eyes up slowly, speaking in a soft, though commanding tone.
"You are the avatar, yes?" She asked.
"Your avatar," gasped Aang, slightly holding his head back under her soft touches along his neck.
"Yes my avatar and my avatar adores his princess, right?"
"Yes," moaned Aang, stiffening as she caressed his earlobe. "I love my princess," he purred.
His breathing increased when she leaned in, her breath tickling his neck. "And you would do anything for your princess, correct?"
Panting now, Aang nodded frantically, sweat breaking along his forehead. Was it getting hot in here?
"Anything," He managed to say. "Anything, Azula".
"Then you could start by getting me out of this rathole fit for peasants!" Aang jumped from the ear bleeding scream, his eyes popping open. "What in Agni's hell is this, Aang!" Cried Princess Azula lighting her hands. "The ground was better than this! You are the so called world's savior and this is how they treat you? With a lowly, disrespectful hovel?"
A couch was charred along with the curtains along a single window. Speechless, Aang observed Azula's rage in silence before seeing the tears form in her eyes. He knew there was more to the story behind her anger than the disappointing lodging. Hurrying to her, he wrapped strong arms around her shoulders and held her close as she sobbed unto his shoulder loudly.
"I don't deserve you," she whimpered, lightly sniffling. "Why didn't you just leave me? None of this would have happened if you had just left me".
The words were so earnest that it broke Aang's heart. He had been concerned about the princess during Ursa's funeral. Instead of being given the proper grieving time, the royals were immediately tasked with funeral preparations and concerns about national security from the fire sages.
He thought on how to soothe the woman he loved. Lifting her face to meet his, Aang spoke softly. "Hey, let's get out of here and do something exciting".
Azula raised an eyebrow. "Public lovemaking?" She offered.
Aang bit his lip. The idea was very nice, but he wanted to show Azula off to the world. Their relationship was blossoming and he wanted to make her feel like his queen in and out of the bedroom. "How about dinner at a nice restaurant?" He suggested, instead.
Azula shrugged. "Ok, but afterwards?"
The avatar smirked. "Yes, I'm all yours afterwards," he promised.
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Azula took one look at Omashu's "finest" and turned to her handsome lover. "Can we go back to the hovel now?" She asked.
Aang chuckled, cutely and placed a hand at the bottom of her spine. "Give it a try, Gorgeous," he urged.
Azula pouted, determining not to enjoy herself as the avatar grasped the attentions of several admiring men and women as they were led towards a small booth and given menus.
"No vegetarian options?" He questioned the waitress.
The cute, earth kingdom girl made a show of showing off her ample bosom as she leaned over to check the menu as if she didn't know it verbatim. Azula felt a familiar burn of jealousy in her chest.
"Well, anything for you, Avatar," said the waitress with a bat of her eyelashes.
Aang blushed, glancing at his fuming partner ahead. "Uh, ok, just noodles, please or rice".
"Anything to drink with that, Honey?" Asked the waitress, leaning uncomfortably close to the avatar's face.
As he began to speak, a small candle at the edge of the table sparked a bright blue flame, catching the waitress's long, brown tresses.
"Water," ordered Azula with a calm smirk as the waitress screamed, batting at the flames.
Aang began to make a fist to blow a gust of air.
"Air makes flames stronger…" informed Azula in a sing song voice as she brought the menu up as if studying it.
The waitress sprinted away to douse her hair and was replaced by a handsome, male who smiled brightly at the fire princess.
"Mmm, nice facial hair," she cooed, leaning on her elbow towards him.
"Haru! What are you doing here?"
Before the waiter spoke, Azula asked a question of her own. "You two know each other?"
The men nodded.
"What would you recommend to drink, Haru?" She purred, making Aang clench his teeth. "Fire Whiskey? It gets me hot".
Haru flashed a handsome smile. "Well, Princess, no fire whiskey, here. How about some cactus juice?"
"No!" Shouted Aang.
"Sure," agreed Azula with finality. "And whatever your main dish is. Now run along before we become impatient".
Haru bowed, rushing off.
"Azula…" groaned Aang.
"Oh, relax, Avatar, it's just water from a dry plant. How bad could it be?" She asked, passively as her eyes sparkled from the azure candle.