Azula was dressed and out of the house in a flash before Aang could realize what she was planning. He rose from the bed, legs wobbly when his feet hit the plush, white carpet in his haste to stand. After he mentioned Republic City's council members voting away his seat, the woman had seemed indifferent.

"Hmm, well, I will have you to myself then," she said simply.

He had agreed and allowed her to turn him onto his back, descending until her lips met his resting member and engulfed him like morning tea buns until he was as solid as the air temple's stone walls, buried to the hilt in her throat. Azula gave him fits before jumping off of him to attend to their son, or so he had assumed, like a fool.

By the time he had dressed and grabbed his staff, the princess had vanished from their bedroom in a golden dress that matched his ceremonial robes, not bothering to apply her makeup before leaving him with their awakening son.

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Azula was pissed. No one was going to shame her husband and father of her only child without consequence. Damn the entire council, for all she cared. She planned accordingly before taking off of course, allowing her anger to simmer as she rocked the avatar's world with just her mouth and no words.

He barely could speak by the time she left him, and Zaheer to give the council a piece of her mind and a warning bolt if necessary. Of course, she was not going to harm any of the members due to her commitments as a White Lotus member, especially when her loathed sister in arms' brother was the head council member. No, there was no need for violence. Besides, the less Aang was called upon to attend to desk work, the more time she had to work him until her body could take no more.

The thought made her lick her lips. Aang was as powerful between the sheets as he was out of them. She almost paused before climbing atop Appa at the sensation between her legs from earlier, contemplating quite seriously to forget the matter and return to her lover.

No. She decided. They WILL respect my avatar or deal with the consequences.

The brief pause did give Aang enough time to catch up to her before she could hop atop his bison, however.

"Azula!" Called the baritone voice that turned her into jelly sometimes. "Wait! Let me explain!"

The princess looked to her husband, pursing her lips.

"You are too nice to these peasants. You're a god and this is how they treat you?" She asked, disdain in her voice.

Aang rubbed the back of his neck, chest heaving. Agni, she wanted him. She loved what he did to her, how he looked at her, everything about him. She could not imagine her life without him, now. His words fell on deaf ears as he attempted to smooth things over, but she caught every other word.

"Nothing".

He was beautiful.

"worry".

How did she live without him before?

"about".

The princess wanted to kill him again. She wanted to drain his life between her legs and resuscitate him like his waterbender, only this time with all the love in her lungs like a fairy tale.

"I".

It was maddening.

"Love".

She hated the way he controlled her without trying.

"You".

An air nomad. Sozin would roll over in Agni's Hell if he could see her. Ozai would spit fire if he could upon witnessing their love story. The only man able to make her willingly drop to her knees at a given moment, make her crave new air benders in her womb. Despite their marriage, she rarely said the words aloud. Weakness was beneath her, but as she stared at him, his smile radiating, foreign looks and power spilling from his pores, she dropped Appa's reigns, allowing him to wrap his tattooed arms around her waist. Holding his head, she brought their lips together again.

"I love you too, My Air Nomad," she said, "I'm in love with you".

He gasped sweetly at her words, pearly white teeth shimmering. "Then, that's all that matters".