Time will bring the real end of our trial.
One day they'll be no remnants,
No trace, no residual feelings within ya
One day you won't remember me-Pretty Wings-Maxwell
The summer was coming to an end. Aang had yet to cut his overgrown hair, despite it being his last day with his mistress. Morning came quickly for both him and Azula, who took the unkempt hair as an affirmation of her relationship with her powerful, secret lover. She yawned, limbs stretching, feeling the glow of last night's tango with Aang in the aftermath of lethargy. Turning to her lover, she noticed his eyes were open, staring absently towards the ocean through the open, glass wall of the beach house's master bedroom.
Straddling him, the heels she slept in, folded under her naked thighs, Azula gave the avatar soft strokes, bringing his attention back to her. In response, she rolled her hips under his gaze, leaning down.
"You were my first, ya' know? A princess is not allowed to open for anyone, but her husband," she cooed in his ear, before taking it between her teeth.
Instead of a verbal reply, Aang pressed his strong hands into her hips, easing them around to lift her behind to sheath himself with soft groans and a rotating pelvis. Azula held his shoulders digging her nails, lips parting to gasp in increasing volumes against his neck. She matched his pace, whispering obscenities that she could not withhold.
She felt wonderful in his arms. He held her like she was made of porcelain. Lavishing her with glorious, tongue kisses, muffling her erotic moans. She held his head with her palm, loving the softness of his hair. Instantly, the position was switched to her on her back, legs wide, nearly meeting her parents' headboard, knocking against the wall in echo of their passion.
Aang grunted in heavy concentration, eyes closed. Azula pulled his head towards her until their foreheads met, her knees meeting her shoulders.
"Make me yours, Aang," she whispered, "I love you".
The reaction was unexpected, but wonderfully welcomed as Aang growled, pulling away to bring her to a gibberish mush of limbs before liberating himself, falling unto her shoulder, panting heavily.
"I love you," repeated Azula.
Aang rolled away, sitting up with his long legs over the side of the bed back to her. "Stop it, Azula," he said, tone serious. "I'm married and I'm not leaving Katara".
Azula felt her world stop. She was immobile while Aang dressed, taking a razor he kept in his pocket to shave his head.
"I'm sorry you feel this way, but we need to stop this before it goes too far".
He pecked her parted, surprised lips softly. "Goodbye, Azula".
Azula was glad he left without looking back or he would have seen the smoke emitting from her nostrils. After all a dragon, whose wings were clipped still has its fangs.
Due to this update, this story has been changed to M for safety. Probably won't get more lemony than this though... QueenTY
