The doorbell rang and Azula could hear Zuko getting up to answer it.

"Oh Hi Katara...I didn't know we were all meeting here before dinner?"

"Actually...I'm here to see Azula."

Azula looked up as a very confused Zuko led Katara into the dining room. She smirked, "Don't look so worried Zuzu, I'm just tutoring her, not trying to steal your friends."

Zuko glared back at her, "I wasn't worried about that."

Azula gave him a little wave as he retreated back up to his room. Katara sat down next to her, amused, "You guys are just like me and Sokka."

She shrugged, "So what part of government do you need help with?"

"You really don't do small talk do you?" Katara took out her textbooks.

"I find it wildly inefficient to speak about things that aren't progressing a task or motive."

"You small-talked at the party."

Azula's cheeks slightly burned, "That's different, alcohol inhibits self-control, and your physical attractiveness motivated me to continue the conversation."

Katara started laughing and Azula instantly regretted her words.

"I think that's the weirdest way anyone has called me hot."

Azula scowled and motioned towards the textbook, "Anyways, you said you needed help."

Katara rolled her eyes and flipped through her textbook, and started pointing to topics. To Azula's surprise, Katara had an advanced grasp on politics. She just wanted to discuss certain paradoxes of Republic City's government which Azula was more than happy to do. They talked about economics and privilege and how it affected the wealth distribution. They discussed current politicians and their views, leading to some heated debates that made even Azula smile.

A couple hours passed and Azula was still on her rant about taxes when Katara started laughing and waving her hands, "Okay, okay you win."

Azula stopped talking and smirked, "I actually do agree that the wealthy should be taxed more."

Katara looked at her annoyed, "You spent that whole time just-"

She shrugged, "Playing devil's advocate, yes," Azula smiled, "Knowing different opinions is important."

Katara threw a pen at Azula, "You are such an asshole."

Azula caught it and spun it between her fingers, "I know."

An alarm went off on Azula's phone, and she reached over to turn it off. Katara stood up, "Well I guess that was good timing."

"My timing is always accurate."

Katara rolled her eyes but smiled, "You should come to dinner with us."

Azula raised an eyebrow, "Who's us?"

"Zuko and Sokka and a couple of our other friends."

"Thank you for the invite," Azula said, "But I think I'll give Zuko his time with his friends."

Katara looked at her sincerely, "Hey, we're friends now."

Azula gave her a curious look, "I guess we are," she paused, "But I am meeting Mai and Ty Lee for dinner."

Katara smiled, "Okay, but next time?"

Azula almost smiled back, "I wouldn't be opposed to that."

Azula lay in bed that night, scrolling through her news feed. She was just about to put her phone away when it buzzed with a notification.

Katara: Hey :) thanks for your help today, I'm holding you to that dinner

Azula: No thanks needed. I didn't do much anyways. I'll check my schedule tomorrow about dinner and get back to you.

Her phone buzzed with another notification. kataraw1 has followed you.

Azula clicked on Instagram and was taken to Katara's profile. She followed her back and started to scroll through her profile. There were a lot of pictures of Katara and her swim team, Katara and Sokka, Katara and friends… Azula suddenly spotted a post from a couple of months ago.

Katara was on a beach, her wavy hair let loose and her hand holding a cold drink. She was in a blue bikini that tightened around all the right places, her body showed off a deep cleavage and a v-line dipping into her partially spread legs. Azula bit her lip as she remembered the night of the party. She couldn't help but feel frustrated that Katara never even slightly removed her clothes. All she could remember was her own pants on the floor…

Azula quickly clicked off Instagram, but she couldn't ignore the warm heat that was starting to tighten between her legs. Fine. Just this once. She opened Instagram again and scrolled to Katara's bikini picture.

Azula let her hand dip into her pants, her fingers slowly circling her clit. She closed her eyes and pictured Katara's fingers in her and her breasts pressed against hers. Azula slid her own fingers inside her, in and out, until a wetness started to pool. She started circling her clit again, this time harder and faster. She imagined Katara's lips on her, her hands teasing her nipples. Soon Azula's back arched in anticipation. Her toes curled with her fingers rubbing furiously. She let out a soft groan and came with a shudder.

Azula laid there, almost too exhausted to go and change. But she eventually got up and slipped into new underwear.

Her phone buzzed.

Katara: Okay, schedule me in for more than a couple hours next time !

Azula frowned and tossed her phone away. It was well past her bedtime. She fell asleep tired but oddly satisfied.