Zirin took her best friend's wrist in hand. Their fellow Kemurikage members were already boarding the airship, stolen from the Boiling Rock's Mental Institution.

"What is it?" Asked Azula, snatching her wrist back.

Zirin rolled her eyes. "We're leaving. You're staying," she announced.

"No, that wasn't the plan," said Azula.

"I saw how you looked at him. It's ok to care for someone. You should tell him before it's too late," she responded, knowingly.

Azula scoffed though she knew exactly whom her friend spoke of. Seconds afterwards, the very man they were discussing came to a dramatic landing on the harbor, closing his glider when his feet hit the ground.

"You should leave," said the fire princess, hearing the fawning from her buddies in the airship.

Aang flexed a bicep unknowingly when he rubbed his freshly shaven head, save for his growing stubble, making the women's cackles increase in volume.

"Matter of fact, come here," commanded the princess, taking him by his muscular arm and half-dragging the 6'6 man into the ship, bypassing cooing women until they were in a secluded room onboard.

"Why are you here?" She asked, hand mistakenly caressing his arm before she jerked it away.

Aang shrugged. "I couldn't help it after what you did yesterday," he said.

"You're going to have to be a little more specific. After what?"

She yelped when Aang clasped his strong arms around her waist and took her lips in his own. Azula closed her eyes, murmuring as their tongues danced and hot breaths were exchanged. She could not break away if she wanted to, even before Aang's left hand ventured below her black, ripped gown and inside the waist band of her trousers. They were against the wall in seconds, Azula's leg curled around the avatar's tight, muscular behind.

Her lips lifted.

Her thighs flooded.

His fingers deepened.

His pants tightened.

The mistake happened with his fingers against the wall, again with his tongue that started it all, a third time on a plush chair that he used for balance and the long stretch. Ending on the windowsill with her legs flexed.

"Why, why do this to me when you have your happy girlfriend?" Azula panted, grasping the window's ledge for balance.

Aang removed his shirt, lifted her and carried her to the bed. "Anything to see you smile, again," he said before spreading her legs.

#

"You're right," agreed Azula when she emerged from her room to find Zirin eating alone in the dining chamber.

"It's good that you changed your mind, though, I thought you would go after him".

"Oh, I will, we're changing courses for the Southern Water Tribe".

"All because of the avatar?"

"Yes. Because he makes me smile".