Day 2 of Aang Week

Let me add, pardon my assumption that kumquats were an exercise lol. I tried to adjust the story to fit with the word... I had never heard of kumquats before so I automatically assumed squats...Still I hope you enjoy this and forgive the hiccup there...

Drowning in flooding wholesome, warm walls was the best way to wake on a Sunday morning. Aang would have it no other way and neither would the woman enjoying his morning wake up call, legs wide on her knees atop him. Her breathing was hitched against his tattooed chest with each downward movement of the firm ass he held tightly in his calloused palms, golden eyes closed and brow furrowed. He could not ask for a better feeling than the feel of the firebending prodigy thoroughly enjoying him as soon as dawn broke over the horizon around Republic City.

No matter their location, a sufficient bed was a necessary accommodation as it was their second home. Well, up until a year ago, that is. Now, the couple required a single bed and a crib wherever they went, as their active sex life had predictably spurred another life. Aang's heart burned in pure love for his sleeping infant son, wrapped in multitudes of red, silk blankets, and his mother whose hips were increasing speed as she worked his member greedily.

Her naked lips were parted in a silent scream, to avoid awakening their son, as she took what belonged to her, stolen swiftly from her waterbending nemesis. Aang's first wife had not presented a fight, surprisingly, at the discovery of his and Azula's budding romance. Aang had resisted the insatiable woman's advances out of respect for his ex until their marriage was officially annulled.

Though brief, the waterbender had given him three children that he loved dearly, though, he feared being a father.

"Feels so...good..." Aang's thoughts were interrupted by Azula's soft groans, her body trembling against him.

Confidence in his skills eased into his mind. Being the one to unravel the terrifying princess like this actually made him downright arrogant. It was not a coincidence that her waterbending counterpart gave him a child per year when they finally took that step in their marriage as well.

Aang pillowed on his arms behind his head. He had not moved his hips once and Azula was already coming apart baring her teeth and clawing the sheets. "Again," she moaned louder, as if they were training in the courtyard.

Aang watched her dig her toes into the bed, breath hot against abdominals, her calves flexed as she moved, reminding him of the stretches she always made him do before training named after the popular fruit. When Azula performed them, however, it was heavenly.

"Kumquats," he said aloud with a grin, giving thrusts up to match his princess's pace.

Azula heard nothing, her face buried in his chest, high pitched, muffled screams increasing in volume. She was lost for now, making Aang wonder if yet a new addition would be added to his growing legacy. Azula's stamina matched his own in and out of the bedroom, so they were in for at least half the day, taking breaks to look after Zaheer, eat, hydrate and use the facilities.

He expected angry backlash from the council for his unplanned half-day off.

"You are destroying your legacy, Avatar," one council member had nerved to say during their last monthly meeting. "Divorcing Master Katara and taking up with her fellow White Lotus sister. Not to mentioned your neglecting of your duties to this city".

Aang had been both surprised and insulted that neither Sokka nor Toph had come to his aid or at the very least advocated for him.

"Perhaps," Sokka finally interjected as other members decided to join the roasting session of the man who ended the Hundred Years' War. "It is best that the avatar be removed from this council".

Aang had never felt such a stinging betrayal before. He had figured Sokka had been sore about how things had ended with him and Katara, but to oust him from serving his beloved city!

Shock had been sinking as the council members gave votes for the removal. Even Toph's hand lifted to his further surprise. Always choosing flight over fight, Aang left without a word for Air Temple Island.

He had not told Azula of the recent betrayal, instead choosing to lose himself inside of her.

Speaking of...Aang caught the woman's hips making her gasp in shock as he flipped her unto the bed, not missing a beat as he wrenched all control from his son's mother. His legacy would be what he made it. No council, nothing would stop him from following his heart, not now, not ever.

With the betrayal refreshed in his mind, Aang took the fire nation woman in relentless passion. He reveled in watching her descend into pleasurable madness as her hands found the headboard and held on, teeth biting furiously on her bottom lip with a look of awe at him before he took her lips in a strong kiss. He did not stop until he was empty and collapsed against her glowing bosom.

They stayed that way, neither willing to move, thankful Zaheer slept on despite the sounds of slapping skin and a creaking bed. Stroking her lengthy nails through his wild beard, Azula recovered first, her voice steady as she spoke.

"Tell me," Aang stilled against her. "Before you lie, I would advise against it. You still owe me twenty kumquats for the last time". Aang smiled, softly.

There was nothing he loved/hated more than...kumquats.