Title: Even
Summary: Post-The Awakening. Why did Azula really give Zuko the credit for the Avatar's death?
She pushed him on the bed, and straddled his waist. "Are you sure the Avatar is dead?"
"Yes," he told her angrily, trying to free her hair from her confines. "Are you?"
"Of course," she said with arrogance. "Who could survive lightning?"
"Liar," he told her as her hair fell.
"What?"
"You always lie---you even admitted it yourself, dear sister." He brought his hand to her ankle slowing guiding his hand to her thigh. Azula leaned down toward him and nipped his ear.
"And you've been spending too much time with Mai dear brother."
"Do you feel neglected Azula?" he asked. "Are you giving me credit because you know something I don't? Are you trying to get back at me?"
She frowned, anger evident in her eyes.
"It's quite funny," he looked up at her. "Didn't you set us up together?"
"I never imagined that your time would be so consumed because of her," she answered as she unbuckled his belt. "I thought you thought girls were crazy?"
"You just don't like the fact that I may find your friend attractive, little sister."
She crushed his lips with hers, silencing him.
He was hers, and only hers.