"I think you're the only person at this entire party having less fun than me."

"Is that a surprise?" Sokka remarked, a touch of bitterness ever present in his voice.

"I'm not sure why you would be. You dodged a catastrophe if you ask me." Azula said to him with a humorless laugh.

" I didn't ask you." Sokka made as if to stand and walk away from the table where he nursed a glass of wine, a vintage from the Earth Kingdom he guessed.

Not that he cared at this point. Anything to make him not think about what he just was forced to watch. Azula had just sat in the chair next to him for some unknown reason. To torment him most likely. She wore a red, nay, a crimson red dress that had drawn the appreciative stares of more than a few partygoers through the course of the night. The Princess had come a long way from the scared, broken girl that had lost everything with the fall of her father's regime. Sokka saw her often enough in Republic City. She alternated between being an advisor to Zuko and the Fire Nation's ambassador to the United Republic of Nations.

They sparred and clashed frequently. Now at least their exchanges were only verbal and political rather than physical and matching wits in a struggle of military strategy. She was a zealous representative of the Fire Nation's interests. More than once Sokka had almost pulled out his wolf tail engaging in the tit for tat arrangements that were constantly required when Azula was at the negotiating table.

Her hand reached out and caught his forearm, keeping him rooted in his seat. "What do you want?" Sokka almost growled at her.

"Forgive me, if I don't want to spend the night talking to my brother and his newlywed, or the Avatar and your… sister." Azula's voice dropped dangerously with the last word she spoke. Some grudges might never go away, no matter the time that passed.

"Fair enough." He said with a wry smile, offering to pour a cup of wine for her from the bottle he held in his hand.

She nodded and pushed a stray hair off her face. "I wasn't lying you know?" Azula said out of the blue after consuming near half her glass in a single gulp.

"Oh?"

"I wasn't." She protested at Sokka's skepticism. "She wasn't right for you."

"And I suppose you're some type of expert?" The bitterness crept back into Sokka's voice.

"What can I say, I've always been a people person." She said haughtily with a straight face.

He glanced at her for a moment before they both broke down into soft laughter, ignoring the blaring music that echoed across the dance floor. Zuko was spinning Suki around in the most serious of Fire Nation ceremonial dances. Spirits, she looked beautiful in her white wedding dress, Sokka ruefully thought.

"That's why, you can see it plain as I can, you just never wanted to admit it." She said confidently.

"And that is…" Sokka ground out, getting more and more annoyed at Azula and her beating around the bush.

"You and her never would have worked. She's far too serious for you." Azula said sagely.

"We did work." He objected. "For five freaking years." Sokka finished his glass and went to pour more before realizing that the bottle was nearing empty.

He didn't say anything as he approached the bartender and got another. It clearly paid to bribe them before the festivities had begun. He thought about taking the bottle and retreating to his guest quarters, but something stopped him. Looking back, he saw Azula glancing across the dance floor, a bored expression on her face. Their conversation had been… well it was civil almost. With Azula that was perhaps the best he could hope for. Maybe it was the alcohol playing tricks on him, or the emotions of his that ran wild at seeing his ex-girlfriend marrying his best friend, or maybe he just didn't want to be alone for one more damn minute.

Either way, Sokka took his seat again next to the Princess of the Fire Nation. "Okay." He said simply. "Explain why you think it wouldn't have worked." Sokka ordered her.

A sly smile crossed her face. "Oh? You think to tell me what to do. How impertinent." Azula taunted him.

"It's fine, I figured I'd manage to bribe you if nothing else. Your glass is almost empty and I've got the next bottle." Sokka remarked proudly.

"And you think that gives you power over me?" Azula played with her now empty glass, before standing and motioning over to a nearby minister.

The Princess faked a giggle and coyly asked for the man to bring her a drink, which he set off to do in a great hurry. Azula looked at him expectantly, her arms crossed.

"Fine." He groaned, pouring her a glass. "You win this one."

"You're remarkably quick on the uptake, savage."

Sokka rolled his eyes, letting the insult bounce right off him. The minister came back, holding two glasses of lychee wine in his hand. He held one out for Azula who took it with a dangerous smile. The man tried to sit down next to her, but the Princess had turned away.

"I asked for some wine, not your presence, Minister Fuzin. Please leave my companion and I alone." The minister of trade sputtered at being so quickly dismissed by the royal, he quickly left the table and disappeared from sight.

Sokka sighed. "You know I have to work with him right? I probably see him more than I do Zuko."

Azula shrugged. "Sounds like a problem for you, not me."

"So, where were we…"

"Fine, I'll tell you, if you'll only stop pestering me." Azula mock sighed. "You would have never worked long term. You're too different to have ever worked. She's a bright enough girl, no denying, a reasonably talented warrior, even if I did defeat her and her little band of Avatar enthusiasts with no problem, mind you." She said, smirking.

"Uh-huh. So she's smart and talented, and that's why it wouldn't work?" Sokka interrupted.

"Let me finish, fool!" Azula snapped at him, and Sokka fell silent. "She wouldn't ever challenge you. You'd fall into a boring routine with her. Maybe it would be fine for a while, who knows. The brain can go to great lengths to try and convince the heart that it's happy. But, eventually you'd realize that you never were truly delighted with her as your companion… And what's worse, you'd figure it out much too late. Probably after she popped out a few beautiful kids for you." Sokka looked at her in disbelief.

Azula continued on ignoring his expression. "I think she knew it well enough, even if she didn't admit it to you. Her and Zuko are far more compatible, you should be happy for them. She's more than willing to put up with his moodiness and worst traits. She can baby him, and dote on him to her heart's content. But you, Councilman Sokka… You want to be free. You want to leave a mark on history. You want someone challenging you at every step of the road, bringing out the greatness that lurks deep inside, hidden somewhere below your absurdly bad table manners." She concluded with a laugh as Sokka almost spit out some of his wine.

"So you think you've got me all figured out then?" He said, playing with the rim of his wine glass.

She shrugged again. "People person."

"Hmmm. Fair enough. Well let's go for it then." Sokka said abruptly.

"What?" Azula looked at him in confusion for the first time in their conversation.

"Please Princess, you're good, but even you couldn't stop yourself from undressing me a half dozen times throughout the night. Let's see how well you can challenge me."

The dare hung in the air for what felt like an eternity. Yet, he knew with great clarity how she would respond, before perhaps she even knew herself. Azula wasn't the type of woman to back down, not from this, whatever it was. Their fate this evening was sealed when Sokka returned to sit beside her at the table.

"My room. Ten minutes."

"Gladly."

She stood and stormed away, to all the world it looked as if Sokka had insulted her and the Princess was having none of it. Minister Fuzin approached him and berated him for scaring her away. Sokka sat there, being lectured by the lecherous old man, with a smile on his face.

He wouldn't betray any nervousness despite his hand shaking as he reached for the doorknob. She had thrown down the gauntlet, and he would rise to the occasion. Sokka didn't bother knocking, instead he threw the door open. The Princess reclined on her bed in a silk robe that barely reached the top of her thighs. Thankfully he was far enough away from her that she didn't notice his breath hitching ever so slightly.

Sokka stood a half dozen feet away from her. Leering appreciatively at her long legs that seemed to stretch on forever. She lifted one in the air, and Sokka had to stop himself from whistling in delight. "It's bad manners to keep royalty waiting, Peasant… rectify your mistake."

"I serve at the pleasure of the Princess."

"Damn right." She purred.

Azula beckoned him over with a slight wag of her finger. It took all of Sokka's strength to not disrobe in an instant. Despite the lust coursing through his veins, he wasn't going to let the firebender dictate the course of this entanglement. Ignoring her words, he walked slowly towards her, taking deliberate steps, slowly lifting off his sapphire tunic inch by inch as he drew closer and closer. He did his best to calm himself.

She was just another woman.

Just another woman.

Just the most beautiful woman in the entire world.

Praises to La, he was screwed.

If Toph were here and not in the Royal Gardens drunk out of her mind, she surely would have laughed at him. His heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. How could it not?

His tunic was thrown in a heap behind him on the floor, exposing his bare chest to her. She eyed him hungrily, taking in his appearance. He was no longer the lanky boy she fought with in the tunnels under Caldera City on the day of the eclipse. Azula sat up, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed frame. Her face was just slightly below his as he peered down at her with greedy eyes. The swell of her breast was just visible beneath the silken robe that covered her lithe body.

"Well?" She said impatiently, a faux look of boredom crossing her face. "I'm waiti-"

Her words were cut off by his mouth. Their lips crashed together in a passionate exchange. He pressed her down onto her back, her legs still dangling off the side of the bed as he climbed onto the mattress beside her. Their mouths never came unfastened from each other. Her tongue was needy, requesting entrance to meet his own. She bit down on his lower lip. Of course she was a biter.

Her hands wandered over his bare chest as he kneeled over her body. She felt warm all over her body. Mayhaps a perk of being a firebender? Sokka felt daring and moved a hand up and down her leg, hiking up the robe and exposing the whole limb. She gave a groan of approval as he massaged her through the fabric covering her bottom.

Oh, how delicious that sound was. The restraint it took to not rip everything off of her and him and take her in an instant was almost overwhelming, but still Sokka fought the urge.

Now, her hands found their way to his hair, pulling it loose from the confines of his wolf's tail. He suppressed a shiver as her fingernails scraped his scalp roughly. Maybe the Princess had it in her to be tender and gentle, but that wasn't in the cards this evening. Azula's kisses were desperate and needy.

She flipped him over with a growl, pressing him onto the mattress on the flat of his back. Azula climbed on top him, with a grin she stared down imperiously. How he wanted to make some smart comment, but found himself unable as she ground her pelvis against his rhythmically. All that he managed to utter was a snarl of approval. Her robe was becoming more loose as she grinded herself atop him, baring more of her cleavage.

Sokka reached up a hand teasing the edge of the fabric before roughly running his hand over one of her mounds. Azula gave a light moan of approval as she bit her lip in the most adorable manner. Not that he would ever admit that to the firebender. Her skin felt hot to the touch as he came into contact with her exposed chest.

"Too gentle." Azula barked at him. "Ty Lee told me you were better than this."

"Is that right? Maybe she was just better at this than you are Princess…"

A look of indignation and righteous anger crossed Azula's face and for a moment, Sokka thought she might throw him from her room or perhaps more worrisomely char a piece of his flesh. Instead she leaned down roughly capturing his lips with hers. It was as if his taunt had only encouraged her to try every trick she knew. Her breath was hot and heavy on his neck as she pulled away with a moan. Her mouth went to his neck and she kissed and sucked on the dark skin there.

Sokka for his part, did take the Princess's words to heart. He ripped the robe off her shoulders and bared her entire torso as well. His hands were rough and rugged from years of swordsmanship. The harsh callouses of his palms rubbed harshly against her pale and creamy skin. He gripped her hips and dragged her tighter against his loins. Then he raised his mouth to a breast, greedily taking in the left one. His tongue flicked over her nipple and he teased and tantalized her before biting down, harder than perhaps he intended. Azula manifested no complaints. A throaty moan emerged from her as she bucked her hips downard, the two separated only by two layers of fabric. The friction of their bodies moving against each other had Sokka stiffening already, yearning for release against his trousers.

Her nipples hardened as he continued his ministrations. One being played with by his fingers, the other constantly being fondled by his tongue and teeth. Azula's head lolled backwards as she shuddered in enjoyment. He licked the skin between her breasts slowly before engulfing her right nipple for the first time. Her hands coursed through his hair, she rode him roughly and pulled him tightly against her, yanking his chocolate covered locks with reckless abandon. It shouldn't have turned him on as much as it did, but by now Sokka was as hard as he could possibly be from the mixture of pain and pleasure the Princess was providing.

Azula grabbed his shoulders and pushed him flat on the bed once again. He groaned in disapproval at being unable to kiss and caress her magnificent breasts. She looked at him with a grin evident on her face.

"Better." She said simply. "Still too many clothes though."

"Then fix that, Princess." He leered the word as she stood on the bed above him, dropping her panties in a single movement. She spun them on her finger before throwing them at his face.

"A souvenir to remember this?"

"You're still talking too much." Azula stood over him, her long legs stretching to a beautiful, shapely ass, toned by years of hard work and dedication.

"Well I guess there's something more useful I can do with my mouth, if you would be so kind…"

The implication was clear enough and she rewarded him by doing just as he bade her. The scent of her was intoxicating. Azula filled all of his senses as she lowered himself atop his mouth. His tongue darted to her core with reckless abandon. He was focused intently on stimulating her in every way. His hands grasped her cheeks as his mouth worked diligently. His tongue worked its way to her clit, where he nibbled and gnawed as Azula thrashed about his face with a loud moan.

In his whole life, he had never been more aroused or more in pain at the painfully tight confines of his unfreed erection. Now wasn't the time for that though, his every thought had to be focused on pleasuring the beautiful creature who so willingly sat upon him lest he incur her wrath. Anything less than perfect wouldn't do.

Her thighs shivered and shook as he teased her most pleasurable spot. She rode his mouth as he nibbled and licked every inch of her that he could reach.

"Oh, yes Savage. Right there… Right fucking there!"

His thumb rubbed her clit in a circular motion as he licked her folds, his tongue never stopping it's erstwhile quest. This constant to and fro motion threatened to push Azula over the edge. Sokka felt the tell tale signs well enough. Her body convulsed and her shouts of approval turned into needy and throaty moans of contentment as she came undone all around his mouth.

Even after she reached her peak, Sokka continued to lap at her with all the enthusiasm he could muster. He felt slightly breathless, but he wouldn't yield until Azula did. Still she rode his tongue and mouth, her hands supporting her somewhat limp body. This continued for another minute, and Sokka thought he might need to stop for an extended break, so diligent had been his performance.

"In me. Now." Azula growled, rolling off him.

She reached for his pants, rubbing his manhood for the first time. This time it was Sokka's turn to murmur in satisfaction. The touch alone inflamed him, more than her flames ever could. She yanked the belt off him quickly, helping him push down the trousers till they pooled at his feet. His undergarments came off just as fast.

"Ah-ah-ah, Princess. Did you say please?" He wasn't going to let her dictate this.

Sokka wasn't sure why he was acting this way, maybe it was something about the challenges she spoke of, but he didn't want to lose control. He wanted to wrest it from her, the most powerful and commanding woman he had ever met. He wanted them to be equals in this, if nothing else.

She looked back and forth between his groin and his face, looking as if she was weighing her options. Azula crawled onto her hands and knees, kneeling with her face just centimeters from his length.

"I don't beg." She said defiantly, before engulfing him in one swift motion.

A witty retort died on his lips as she bobbed her head up and down. Her tongue worked the underside of his cock as she sucked him with reckless abandon. Even though he had performed oral on her, Sokka never for a moment dared to dream that she would so willingly return the favor.

Yet, she was, and with such relish. Her right hand pumped away near the base of him, squeezing tight. His own hands went to the back of her head, massaging her scalp and the beautiful ebony tresses, keeping them out of her face as she licked his tip. The visual was enough to almost set him off. His moans were increasing in intensity as he came nearer to his peak. Azula surely recognized this, no more was she teasing and playing with him, now she took him as deep as she could manage.

Her jaw stretched wide to accommodate him, her pace was frenzied and Sokka bucked upwards, forcing Azula to go deeper still. It wouldn't be long enough. This encounter had been absurdly arousing for them both, he thought. Sokka wasn't sure how much longer he could possibly last. Not when she was this skilled, not when every inch of his body cried out for release.

"Azula, I'm going to burst." He warned.

Sokka took his hands off her head, allowing her the ability to stop, but she ignored him. Her tempo only quickened. His groans of delight only grew as she continued her lewd act. Sokka couldn't tear his eyes away. The sight of the Princess of the Fire Nation with his cock in her mouth, it might be enough to last him the rest of his life.

"A-Azula… I-I"

He gave a loud shout of pure bliss as he climaxed. His legs tensed and his body tightened, and still Azula continued her treatment of him, she continued to suck around the head of his penis, swallowing every drop, before licking his sensitive tip one last time. She removed her lips from him with a plop. A satisfied smile was on her face as she licked her lips in a most sensual manner.

"It's good to know Ty Lee didn't exaggerate. It really is as big as she claimed. I was so confident she was fibbing, if only to try and set me up with you…"

Sokka had to shake the stars out of the corner of his vision. Azula sat up looking at him with an indescribable emotion etched across her face now.

"I'm glad I didn't disappoint then." He said, as he sat up as well reaching for the trousers pooled at his feet.

"And just what are you doing?" Azula said, glaring at him sharply.

"Errr, don't you want me to leave?" He said abashedly. They had both reached completion and he ruefully thought that maybe their time together was done.

"I said 'in me' or did you mishear. You're supposed to be one of the smart ones aren't you. You haven't yet fulfilled your obligation."

For the first time in the evening, Sokka saw himself losing control of their war of wills.

As she crawled over to him on all fours, her boobs swaying gently, a light sheen of sweat gracing her perfect body, Sokka felt his cock hardening again. Azula looked at it with a grin, enveloping his thickness with a hand, giving it a playful tug.

"There we go." She purred.

She spent a half a minute rubbing and holding her length in her hands, until he stood at full attention in front of her once more. Azula leapt up, crouching over him, her hand never leaving his cock. She lowered herself until the tip was perilously close to her folds. Sokka grunted in dismay at not being able to thrust upwards, but the Princess wouldn't allow it.

"Now now, Barbarian. What did you say earlier? Say please…" Azula taunted him, a firm grip on his girth, not allowing him to thrust upward, bringing their two bodies together at last.

At once, Sokka knew he was defeated for this round, at the very least.

"Please." He muttered, quietly.

"What was that?" Azula had a feral grin as her fingers squeezed him ever tighter.

"Please, Princess!" He almost whined.

"Very good." She released her grip, and before Sokka could even think about thrusting up to meet her, she lowered herself inch by inch on his length all the way to the hilt. Their moans were in unison then for the first time that evening. She felt warm and slick all over him. Far warmer than any other woman he had ever been with. Was this part of her being a firebender, or was it just her natural state of being.

Either way Sokka couldn't get enough. She bounced up and down in a steady rhythm, while his hands found a way to her breasts. He kneaded and played with her nipples squeezing them as she let a string of expletives. Azula shook her torso from side to side as she grinded down against him with a thrust of her hips. The sensation was so intense for him, Sokka thought he might lose it. There was no place he could ever rather be, she might be ruining all other women for him.

She leaned over him, greedily suckling at his neck as he brought his mouth to her breasts. They both licked and moaned as the friction between their bodies threatened to overwhelm each other. She increased the pace again, bouncing on him with delight in her eyes as she leaned back, using her arms now to support her increased speed.

Sokka groaned as he felt himself coming undone once again. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't reach the conclusion before she did, it wasn't acceptable. He bucked upwards with a thrust of his hips and Azula moaned loudly at the unexpected movement. He pushed her off him with a sigh, as they came apart, Azula gave a shout of protest. She tried to push him back down to allow her to ride him anew, but he was ready for her.

He flipped her onto her hands and knees and commandingly grabbed her hips from behind. She scowled at him, but made no overt signs of displeasure. He thrust into her, slowly at first, setting a deliberate tempo. His hands first grasped her hips before fondling her breasts as he slowly inserted his length into her again and again. Azula moaned in contentment and the sound drove him wild. Now he bucked his hips against hers as she slammed her ass into him, meeting his thrusts with reckless abandon.

His right hand went to her hair, grasping as much of it as he could before pulling her harshly, jerking her head backwards. Her moan at that was the loudest yet, as Sokka drilled into her ferociously, never allowing either of them to catch their breath. Azula dropped to her forearms as he continued his pounding. At last, when Azula, beneath looked as if she was coming undone, he pulled her close against him, and grabbed her by the shoulders pulling him atop him but this time she was facing away from him.

Azula mewled appreciatively as she now set the cadence of their lovemaking. Slowly she engulfed him, lifting herself up all the way until he was virtually all the way out of him. Then she would take all of him in a swift stroke. Again and again she did this, teasing him, tempting him.

The Princess kept it up as Sokka's head lay flat against the bed, wondering to the spirits how he was so wildly lucky. The peasant boy from the Southern Water Tribe, here in the Fire Nation Palace, with the most beautiful Royal there was.

He sat up, with her in his lap. He placed a string of kisses, biting down hard on her neck, making her cry out and squirm in his arms. Their bodies were tight together now, and covered in a thin sheen of sweat from head to toe. Their bodies ached and protested but they couldn't stop their frantic dance.

He flipped her over with a laugh as she again complained as his erection left her body. He lifted her legs and bent them back until they were almost by her head. She was shockingly limber, perhaps from all the firebending kata's. Now Sokka was offered unfettered access to thrust downwards.

There was no tender easing into it now, Sokka delivered punishing strokes with headlong enthusiasm.

"Oh yes.. Oh, fuck, me you savage. Fuck me, you absolute…" Azula wasn't able to finish her thought as Sokka thrust into her wildly.

Her body shook and trembled even more than the first time she had came. Her pussy quivered and clenched around him, and Sokka knew that his end was also near. He fought it off as best he could, but Azula's moans of satisfaction that turned into whimpers were enough to send him over the edge.

"Azula, I'm going to-"

She grasped his asscheeks with both hands, pulling him even closer and deeper into her. Leaving no doubt about where she wanted him to finish.

Sokka slowed thrusts down, as he caressed her, nibbling at her neck before capturing her lips in a sensual but tender kiss. The end was near, and Sokka wanted to savor it as best he could. With a guttural moan, he came inside her, depleting himself. Sokka continued to thrust away as her fingernails raked down his back, sending shivers down his spine. He could spend a thousand nights and one with her and never tire of what they had just done.

They lay in her bed next to each other, neither of them saying a word, just sucking in deep breaths into their lungs. Azula rolled over, planting a trailing kiss down his chest.

He smiled as she traced circles over his pectorals. He looked upwards at the ceiling, wondering what spirit had decided to bless him that day.

"What are you thinking about…" Azula's voice was soft and vulnerable. So different from her normal persona.

Sokka looked down, her golden eyes stared at him intently. For the first time that evening, and maybe in his life, Sokka believed he saw her for who she was. He smiled lightly and chuckled. A look of confusion and hurt manifested on Azula's face at first, but he grasped her hands in his and stared deep into her own.

"How much, I think you've ruined anyone else for me."

"Why would you need anyone else?" Azula said, her haughty voice had returned, and a smile creeped back across her features. "When you have the best, you should want to keep it fool."

Sokka laughed aloud at that. "Maybe I am a fool, but I think… no I know I agree. I do want to keep whatever, uhh this is?"

"Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? A Princess using a Water Tribe stud for her own amusement?"

He pressed a kiss to her neck that quickly turned into them making out again with enthusiasm.

"I like all of those suggestions." He said with a smirk.

Maybe he had at last found someone to challenge him on every step of the road.

A:N- This is only my second smut scene ever. Hope you all enjoyed it. As always feel free to message me here or on tumblr. One more week of Sokkla Saturdays! I'll try and end it with a bang:D