Author note: Hello again! Because I'm awesome, I'm going to give you another chapter today Also, I'd like to take a minute to warn all the younger readers that this chapter does get a little more…explicit than previous chapters. You have been warned

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any rights to Avatar the Last Air Bender. I did not create it and I will not profit from it in any way, shape or form.

Chapter 10: Freedom Discovered

She was killing him. Whether she knew she was killing him, Sokka wasn't sure.

Why and how he was being affected in such a short time of knowing the new Azula, he'd never understand. While the old Azula had been beautiful, in a crazy, psychotic 'she's going to kill us' kind of way. The new Azula was beautiful in the 'determined and want to make it all right' kind of way, which was much more tempting. Plus, she still had that killer edge to her and what could he say, women who were able to kill always were a weakness of his.

He glanced at Azula, sitting perfectly straight and controlled on her ostrich horse, as they traveled along. While she wasn't deliberately tempting him, he was tempted to pull her from that horse and finish what they had once again started last night.

They had gotten the tent set up and had just finished up clearing their dinner dishes, when his control had snapped. He had grabbed Azula, something he was starting to wonder if she was ever going to strike him for, and pushed her against a bolder. Kissing her and being kissed back just as feverously. And when he went to go a little further, she'd pull back and say she wasn't ready or it wasn't the right time.

It was killing him.

But he was a gentleman, okay somewhat, and he wouldn't pressure her to do anything she didn't want to do. But dear fates, it was killing him.

Here they were, the next day, and he was suffering. But what he wasn't suffering from was how well they were staying on schedule. By his calculations, they should be at the port by midday tomorrow. When they reached the port, there would be more than just the two of them together and thus the temptation would be lowered. He hoped.

"I think a storms coming in," Sokka heard Azula say. He looked up towards the sky. It was crystal clear.

"And you think this because…."

"The wind has picked up and I can feel a shifting in the air temperature. I think we should make camp for tonight."

"But it's only midday! If we stop now, we won't make it to the port until tomorrow night, which means we'll have to wait until tomorrow morning for the next boat to get to the old colonies. No I think we should carry on," Sokka said stubbornly. No way were they making camp because of a supposed storm.

"Listen Peasant, I don't know what kind of weather they get in your little town, but up here the weather can change in an instant. I know when a storm is coming, and one is coming. So I say we stop and make camp now before it gets to wet for us to do it later," Azula responded in her arrogantly threatening way.

"Well we can't camp here; it's not good land for camping if a storm is coming. We need higher lands so we don't get flooded out by this mystical storm of yours," Sokka commented sarcastically.

"If we get off the path by those trees, there's a hidden clearing that sits higher than the surrounding areas. It will keep us dry for when the storm does hit," Azula said pointedly. She directed Sokka's gaze a little further ahead with her hand.

"Fine let's go." When they got to the clearing, Sokka had to admit, it was a nice location. They were well hidden by the surrounding trees and, as Azula had said, the clearing was sitting higher than the surrounding lands.

"Okay Princess, it seems you know your Fire Nation territory. How about you get the ostrich horses hobbled down for the night and I'll start setting up camp? We don't want to be caught getting drenched by the magical storm that's on the way," Sokka said jumping off his ostrich horse. He grabbed the gear off then passed the animal to Azula. He caught Azula rolling her eyes before she took the animal.

"It's coming water peasant, just you wait," she commented. Sokka watched her leading the animals under some well branched trees.

Well at least she knows to give them some shelter from this magical storm of hers.

He shrugged his shoulders and got to work setting up the tent.

"How do we want to work out the sleeping arrangements tonight? We both obviously need to sleep in the tent. Do you want to take the sleeping bag? Sometimes the storm can make the temperature drop drastically. We don't want you getting a cold now do we," Azula said teasingly.

Sokka shot her a bland look.

"I live in one of the coldest areas on the planet, one night of it being a little chilly, isn't going to affect me any Princess," he replied. Since it had been discovered that they only had one sleeping bag, he never took it. He wanted her to have whatever comfort he could give her. Sokka knew she had lived on a cold hard floor for seven years of her life. He just didn't feel right making her do it any longer.

He heard her sigh in annoyance. It was a battle they had had last night as well.

"I heard your teeth chattering last night, Peasant. Why not just take the sleeping bag for one night," Azula said forcefully.

"I'm not taking the sleeping bag Princess. We'll both be in the tent tonight anyway," spirits help him with his temptations," and we'll both be producing heat," sadly, not in the way he'd like, "making it warmer. So I'll be fine."

When she stayed quiet Sokka glanced towards her. She was giving him a look that said what are you playing at. He finished setting up the tent and walked up to her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Just take the sleeping bag Azula. You've slept on a cold floor long enough, you shouldn't have to do it any longer," he said quietly.

"I can survive a night or two on the hard floor, you know. That cell didn't break me. It may have made me see things differently, but it didn't break me." Sokka heard the subtle prideful anger in her voice.

"I'm not giving you the sleeping bag because I think you're weak Azula. I'm giving it to you because I want you to be as comfortable as I can make you be. I know you're strong and I know that prison didn't break you. Can't you just believe that I'm a gentleman who wants to make a gentlemanly gesture by letting the lady have the more comfortable sleeping arraignments?" He grinned as he saw Azula roll her eyes again. He knew he had won, once again.

"Okay, but if you wake me up because of your teeth chattering tonight, I'm going to kick you out of the tent and into the rain."

Sokka looked up, the skies were still clear.

"I'll take those odds."

And with a light kiss to her lips, he grabbed his sword and went hunting.

A few hours later, it started to rain. Thankfully, they had already cooked and eaten the raccoon rabbit Sokka had killed, and were now tucked into the tent. Azula was sitting crossed legged on the sleeping bag smirking at Sokka while he pulled the tent flaps closed as tightly as possible.

"You can stop smirking like that Princess. I get it, I was wrong."

"I'm sorry Peasant? What did you just say?"

He glared at Azula, "If you didn't hear me, then I'm not going to repeat is." He sat next to Azula on the ground.

He watched as she shook her head back and started to laugh.

"There's no storm coming, unless it's a magical one," Azula horribly mocked him, throwing her hands up in the air. "This is going to throw us off our schedule! We can't be off the schedule…hey!"

Sokka tackled her to the ground. A little battle ensued until Sokka pinned her with his body. He entwined their fingers together next to her head.

"Don't dis my schedule. The schedule must always be respected!" He said as sternly as he could. But internally, he was laughing as well.

"Yeah, yeah." She paused." You know, this is like the fourth time you've pinned me against something. Do you have some control issues there Peasant? Maybe there's a bit of a savage under all that 'gentlemanly' behavior."

"Maybe there is Princess, perhaps you should watch yourself." No longer able to stop himself, he kissed her lightly. As he felt her relax, he put more pressure behind the kiss.

He untangled their fingers from one hand and ran it down her side to her chest. Lightly, he cupped her breast and rubbed his thumb over the hard peak. When she broke the kiss and gasped, he moved his attention to her neck.

Slowly, he moved farther down, leaving a trail of kisses. His other hand untangled itself from her grasp and moved to untie the belt that was holding her shirt together. He looked up and seeing no resistance, he pulled the shirt open to reveal what was underneath. Two beautifully curved breasts, lightly covered by a strip of cloth acting as undergarments, met his view.

He dipped his head and kissed the top of each curve. He moved lower and lightly nipped one of the hard peaks through the undergarment, his other hand slowly rubbing the peak of the other. Hearing Azula let out a little moan, he took the full tip into his mouth, and sucked.

"Sokka!" he heard Azula moan as she arched further into his mouth. And didn't that just make him hard as hell.

As he turned his attention to the other peak, he felt Azula's hands streak into his hair, gripping his scalp.

"Sokka, Sokka what are you…oh the spirits…what are you doing to me?"

"Giving you pleasure, and taking my own," he replied dipping his head once more. He took the abandoned peak in his mouth again, sucking it gently. When she arched her back, he moved to the other peak. Her moans filling his ears and making him crave more. His hand roved a little lower to the space between her thighs, pressing against her through her pants. Her back arched and she let out gasp.

"I've never…Sokka wait," he heard her say it, the one dreaded word that just stopped him in his tracks. He wanted to ignore it, like he had done before, but they had gone further than just kissing. He instantly stopped and brought himself face to face with her, balancing his weight on his arms.

"Azula, I thought we were past this. Please let me give you pleasure. I can give you so much more than what I already have. I swear to you, it'll be good," he pleaded.

"Sokka it's not that…it's just…," she had turned her face away from him.

Had she had a bad experience? Maybe someone had hurt her…maybe that's why she's so shy about it. What if…what if something had happened at the prison? They weren't sectioned off by sexes after all… Sokka's anger bloomed quickly at the idea. If that was the case, he would find the asshole who had harmed her and castrate them with his blade.

"Azula, what is it? Did someone," Sokka swallowed hard, "did someone hurt you?"

"No, no one hurt me Sokka," she said so quietly he almost didn't hear it. "I've just never done this before."

"You've never done what?"

Sokka felt her chest press into his when she took a deep breath. He watched her fact go through several expressions. Then it seemed to settle on annoyance.

"I've never…never…I'm a virgin okay," she arrogantly spat out.

Sokka felt his jaw fall open in shock.

A virgin? She was a virgin?!