AN: Hey! Don't forget to review! Let me know what you think! There is only one more part to this story. Disclaimer: I don't own ATLA or the song Careless Whisper.

~..."I feel so unsure as you take my hand and lead me to the dance floor"...~

The night is growing old when he finally comes. Azula looks at him as he approaches her table. She glances around to see who's watching. His deep sultry voice rings out in her ears as he asks her for a dance. She looks into his stormy grey eyes with uncertainty...this goes against their agreement. Only to think that this is the same exact thing that happened a year ago this day, starting what became an unforgettable affair. The princess lowers her eyes at him, he smiles. His smile fades as she places her hand in his. The cold metal of her ring reminds him of her predicament. He leads her to the middle of the ballroom floor. Turning around, his arms became reacquainted with her waist for they've been there many times before. Azula shivers and rests hers around his neck. They are too close for just the causal dance. But this is their song and with this song they waltz around, getting caught up in each other.

"What are we doing?...we shouldn't be doing this.." The princess finally speaks pulling her arms closer around his neck.

He reacts by lowering his hand to her hips. Leading down to her ear he breaths, "You look irresistible..I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried."

She lays her head on his chest and listens to the steady beat of his heart. She wouldn't have stopped him neither...

It was getting dark. They set up camp not far from a stream. Azula placed some more wood in the fire prepared for dinner. "How long does it takes to garner up some water?" She said to herself. She wasn't really upset that it was taking long..she just missed him. They were never alone for a long time. She chuckled: she, Azula, missing someone. Who would have thought? She stopped unpacking the vegetables and thought: he's not just someone to her though. He is her friend and...lover. "All that therapy is making me soft" she thought.

He finally arrived bearing water and a handful of flowers. "Thought of you when I seen them." he said placing them in her hands and kissing her neck.

She eyed him, sighed, and replied "What did you do this time?"

He let go of her to scratch the back of his head. "W-what do you mean? I didn't do anything!"

She glared at him a minute before turning around to put the vegetable soup she had prepared into bowls. She hands him one while he sat on the ground and looked at him again.

He sighed and closed his eyes. He breathed and opened them again and said "I u-uhh forgot something..in.."

She places her bowl down and crosses her arms "forgot what?"

His heart rate picked up as he watched her frown. Azula doesn't like slacking and careless people or actions. "Um just some scrolls in Omashu. Nothing big...we, uh,...justgottogobackandgetthem." They were a day away from the palace. To go get them and come back would take them almost a week. He gulped down the rest of his soup.

She stared at him. "That's fine..." She stated making her way over to him. Leaning down she whispered in his ear, "..more time to get to know each other better." Her devious smirk gave him all the confirmation he needed as she slid into his tent.

In the tent, she laid there propped on her elbows. He eyes narrowed and desire ran through his veins. She purred as he took her in his arms. The hands exploring her backside kindled a fire in her she'd never felt. What is he doing to me..she thought.

"You seem fond of this" he smiled against her neck. She didn't say anything. He had no idea how 'fond' she was but she refuse to give him the upper hand. It was against her nature. She quickly changed the flow of their quarrel. Biting down on his shoulder, a throaty groan escaped his lip. She grinned as she liked the control she had on him.

He looked at her confusingly when she stopped. "Why did u stop?" he asked sitting up with her still in his lap. He nibbled on her ear.

. "No reason." She answered leading him back down. Yes, she enjoyed this a lot. After their lovers fight, Azula laid her head upon his chest listening to the beating of his heart. It made her feel safe.

Luring her to sleep...a quiet 'I think I love you...' hummed against her ear. Closing her eyes she replied..."I think I love you, too."

~..."Tonight the music seems so loud, I wish that I could lose this crowd"...~

He sighs deeply. Something is troubling him. She knows what it is. Looking up at him she tried to comfort him with an in her eyes only she can give him. But his stays the same. Full of Pain. Hurt. Secrets. Goodbyes.

"Maybe. Maybe it's better this way" he started, looking at her from the bed. Just last week, they found out about her engagement to a good friend of his. He was 'perfect' for her, said her brother at the announcement. He had to do this. Breaking up was for the best. She looked out the window trying to stay calm. She will not show any signs of weakness. It's not in her nature. "Yes...I suppose you are correct..." The rain poured down harder at this.

~..."Though it's easy to pretend. I know you're not a fool"...~

A month passed. They sat at supper. A new piece of jewelry adorns the princess' hand. Azula sits across from him and beside her, her fiancé. Throughout supper, the stolen looks of love lost and glares of lust went unnoticed to most but him. He had seen everything. The looks of lust. Love. He sighs and smirks. Too bad. She belongs to him, even if he would never be hers. He sips his drink. Foolish princess. "So Avatar, anyone special in your life?"