Sokka's first reaction was simply to widen his eyes and to freeze as he felt Azula's lips on his, but after a few seconds he couldn't help but give in and open his mouth welcoming her to a deeper kiss. He let out a soft moan when he felt her tongue against his. He noticed the taste of whiskey on her, but for some reason that made her flavor even more intoxicating. He placed one hand around her neck and the other on her shoulder, pulling her closer.

Azula kissed him deeply, feeling both relief and ecstatic. She knew she shouldn't have done it, but she couldn't control herself anymore. But the thing was, she was afraid he would reject her. Even though he had said he didn't pity her, part of her was still not sure if he really meant all those things or he just want her to feel less miserable. But the way he was kissing her back now… He couldn't simply want her to feel better about herself. He wanted her. Just like she wanted him. Yes, she wanted him and she wouldn't even try to cover it anymore. The warm feeling inside her chest was telling her to let it happen, and that's what she would do.

Sokka was surprised to feel the Princess turning his gentle passionate kiss to something more forceful and wild. He was trying his best not to do anything inappropriate, but his control went down the drain, when he felt she moving closer to sit on his lap and letting a loud moan into his mouth. Was this really happening? No, it was a dream. It was most certainly a dream. It wouldn't be the first time he had this kind of dream with her anyway.

The Princess felt his hands going down to her waist, pressing her hips against his. As he did that, a strange tingle raised her legs, going directly to a certain place on her groin. She gasped into his mouth feeling both scared and curious. She didn't have much time to think about her mixed feelings though, for Sokka's hand was climbing up to her left breast. Azula pulled back to face him. He froze immediately, his hand almost touching her chest. Obviously, he had gone too far now. He thought she would shove him away or even set him on fire, but instead she just devoured his lips again and pulled his hand against her breast. Sokka couldn't help but widen his eyes for a moment, shocked with the Princess' reaction. He never expected her to be that bold. His mind didn't spend much time thinking about it though, since it was another part of his body that was controlling his actions right now.

Sokka saw himself lying with the Princess on the bed, his body over hers. He didn't know how they had gotten in that position, but he wasn't going to complain. The Princess was clearly enjoying the situation as well, since he could hear her moans as he brushed his lips against her neck. He felt lightheaded and dizzy and he wasn't sure if it was because of the alcohol he had had or just because of her. Azula moaned again, running her fingers through his hair. Definitely, because of her. He knew he should stop, that was wrong, it wasn't even supposed to be happening. But how would he even find control right now?

Everything – every touch, every electrifying sensation – was new to her. She wasn't really sure of what she should do, mostly when her head was spinning so badly, but her body knew exactly how to react to everything. She gasped again when she felt Sokka's hand going under her dress and touching her inner thigh. She swallowed hard as she felt the annoying burning sensation between her legs getting worse. Azula faced Sokka once again, her golden eyes staring deeply at his. Why had she tried to avoid him so badly before? This felt so good, so right. She could barely remember her worries and fears right now. She just knew she wanted this… The Princess closed her eyes to be kissed again, trying to show him he should continue whatever he was doing.

Sokka couldn't help but smirk, before kissing her deeply and slipping his hand on tight, touching softly her very core. But then… Something tossed him back to reality. Someone opened the door. Zirin. Oh shit. But before he could even move, Azula simply shoved him off the bed, making him fall clumsily on the ground.

The Princess sat up straight quickly and pulled her dress down. Her eyes widened.

"W-we… weren't… It's not…" She tried to start, her voice groggy.

"I don't even want to know…" Zirin rolled her eyes. "I just came here to tell you the tavern is still crowded, some people are suspicious and, you know, you are not supposed to be seen here…. So, you two should stay here until morning."

Azula licked her lips and looked at Sokka, before nodding. What choice did she have anyway?

"Fine…"

"See you in the morning." The other stopped before closing the door. "Oh, one last thing, do whatever you want here, but don't be loud. I have other costumers here and I don't want them to think this is a brothel!" She said, slamming the door.

Azula felt her cheeks burning as she looked at Sokka. But after a few seconds of silent, for some reason, she started laughing. She covered her mouth with her hand.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, nervously but still smiling. "I'm sorry… She just scared me out."

Sokka frowned confused to her odd reaction, but then smiled as well.

"Yeah. Don't worry, Princess, I will live…" He said joking as he stood up and sat in front of her once again.

Their eyes met again. Azula bit her bottom lip feeling that burning feeling slowly coming back to her body.

Sokka looked down to her feeling quite embarrassed and guilty now that he was feeling a little more sober. However, he couldn't stop wondering what they would be doing right now if Zirin hadn't stopped them.

"We should get some sleep…" He finally broke the silent, after a while. "You can take the bed… I'll stay on the couch."

But before he stood up, Azula's hand reached his arm, holding him down. Her eyes were staring at him widely.

"Uh…" She was clearly unsure, but there was some sort of boldness on her movements. "The bed isn't that small… You can stay here."

Sokka raised his eyebrows to her and swallowed. She couldn't be meaning what he thought she was, could she? No. She was probably just too drunk and making no sense anymore.

"Princess…" He started nervously, with a half smile. "I don't think it's a good idea for us to share the bed… I mean, after what happened… We might lose control again." He gave her an awkward laugh.

Azula's cheek flushed again, but she smiled at him. And then, she got closer again.

"Well… weren't you the one who said it's okay to lose control…?" She whispers as she leaned her face in and closed her eyes, waiting for him to lean in and kiss her.

This can't be happening to me. Sokka felt his whole body burning when he looked down to her. He was literally in pain. He struggled with every cell of his body to stop himself from kissing her again. Because Spirits, he want it! He wanted not only to kiss her, but also to touch her, to feel her, to see and kiss every part of her body… He wanted to hear her moaning and screaming in pleasure… Stop it. This wasn't right. She was drunk and upset, she would never act like this in a normal day as her normal self. He couldn't do this… Not like this. Sokka took a deep breath and touched Azula's cheek softly.

The Princess opened her eyes, blinking confused at him.

"Azula, I… I think you've drunk too much. We shouldn't… I mean, I think you need to rest."

Azula stared at him, still blinking. She looked both incredulous and embarrassed.

"Alright…" She muttered after several seconds, looking away, ashamed.

Sokka smiled apologetically, standing up and moving to the couch.

Azula felt her chest tightening again, as she lied on the bed, facing the wall. Embarrassment and frustration took over her. Suddenly, she felt as if her prudence was coming back to her. Had she actually offered herself to him like that? And had he really rejected her? She could still feel his kisses and his hands touching her… She bit her bottom lip as she felt that weird sensation still running over her body. However, after all the whiskey she had had, it didn't take her much time to fall into a heavy dreamless sleep.

Unfortunately for Sokka, the same didn't happen to him. An hour later he lied uncomfortable on the couch, still awake. He was more than exhausted, after the long night he had had. Nonetheless, a very peculiar and annoying pain coming from his groin was keeping him awake against his will. And the fact Azula was sleeping on the bed just next to him wasn't helping him either. But this was his entire fault. Why did he have to play the nice guy? She wanted it. She said so! Sokka groaned, painfully frustrated. But he couldn't do it like that… She had clearly no idea of what she was doing – it was the alcohol! And it wasn't only that… One didn't have to be very smart to see Azula was still a virgin. She could be enjoying everything, but it was easy to see the inexperience and insecurity in her moves. So, there was another reason for him to avoid this to happen. Her first time couldn't be in a place like that while she was completely drunk. No, of course, not! And it wouldn't be with him of all people! He had to accept nothing would ever happened between them, and it was for the best.

Zirin was sat at the balcony, writing something down. A man waited standing next to her. She sealed up whatever she was writing and looked at the man, carefully.

"Be discrete. Make sure no one else sees you delivering this letter. Do you understand me?" She said as a threat.

The man nodded, nervously.

"Yes, ma'am. No one will see me. I will make sure."

Zirin made a sign for him to leave.

It was already morning, when Zirin climbed upstairs to tell them it was time to leave. Sokka was the one who opened the door, he rolled his eyes when the girl made some comment about how glad she was she didn't see anything disturbing this time.

"I will wake her up and we will be downstairs in a minute." He told her, talking about Azula, who was still asleep on the bed.

The other girl just nodded and went downstairs again.

Sokka looked at Azula sleeping spread on the bed, and smile sadly. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened the night before, actually he spent the whole night thinking about it, that was the reason he had no sleep in first place. He winced a little, because of his still sore groin area.

"Princess?" Azula heard a voice calling her. First she thought it was one of her servants, but then she realized it wasn't a feminine voice. Then, before she could open her eyes, she felt it. The headache. It wasn't like the headaches she was so used to have. It throbbed and it hurt so badly she was afraid to open her eyes. She felt nauseous and thirst too. What the hell happened to her? "Princess?" The voice again. Sokka? Suddenly, she remembered it. Or at least part of it, some things were a blur.

She groaned, her hands going to forehead.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sokka asked.

She finally opened her eyes, wincing.

"Mhmmm."

"Here." He handed her a glass.

"What is this?" She asked, sitting up slowly, using all her strength to avoid throwing up.

"Don't worry, no more alcohol…" He said as a joke. "Just water. I know you must be still exhausted… Well, at least I am. But we need to go, before the other costumers wake up…"

Azula nodded and started to get ready.

Some time later they arrived downstairs.

"You don't look very good." Zirin teased the Princess, who looked quite messy and tired.

"Shut up." Azula just muttered, her head ached too badly, she didn't want a discussion right now.

"Just go through the back door." Zirin commanded coldly.

Sokka started to leave, but saw that Azula hadn't moved.

"I will be outside in a moment." She said.

He rolled his eyes, knowing it wasn't worth it to argue with the Princess right now. He waited next to the door, observing the two girls from a certain distance.

"Zirin," Azula began taking a deep breath. "I just want to… Well, here." She showed a bag of money to the other girl. "For all the inconvenience."

"Seriously?" Zirin raised one eyebrow. "I don't need your money, Princess. Not anymore. Now go, before anyone sees you."

"But, I…"

"Azula, I'm serious. Do you want to get caught?"

The Princess groaned.

"Fine. Well, I'm just glad you helped us after all." She said quickly, turning herself to the door.

"Just don't get yourself killed. You have no use to me if you are dead." Zirin replied.

Azula faced her again, with a glare. Was she even serious? But before she could think of an answer to her supposed friend, Sokka, who was already outside right now called her.

"Azula, let's go?"

"Yes, I can't stay in this filthy place anymore." She groaned.

Zirin laughed.

"He is either really well paid or he has seriously lost his mind for you…" The girl whispered and laughed again when Azula glared at her and left the tavern angrily.

"I should have this place shut. Then, she wouldn't be so insolent anymore!" She talked to herself, as she walked towards Sokka.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking at her with concern.

She nodded, rubbing her sore forehead. "Yes, yes… "

He smiled and started walking.

Azula frowned, following him.

"Where are we going? The carriage that brought us is that way…"

"We are not taking the carriage, it's just risky."

"Well, yeah. But we don't have any other way to come back to the palace, do we?" The Princess crossed her arms over her chest, annoyed.

"If we crossed the forest, there is a small road to Palace." He said careless, as he kept walking.

"So, are we walking until the Palace? Well, that's a very smart idea. I mean, it's not like we were tired or had an extremely bad headache… That will be easy." She said with sarcasm, but still following him.

"No… Wow, you like to complain, don't you?" Sokka rolled his eyes. "We are taking a ride there…"

"A ride?"

"Yeah, from some voyager or traveling merchant. No one will suspect anything, after all we are just a couple of farm works, aren't we?" He laughed a little. "You know, it's a good thing you look that messed up…" He teased her, since she looked she had just woken up, her hair was messy and her make up had already worn off. "You are more unrecognizable." He teased her.

Azula's eyes widened at him, as she glared at him. She hadn't showered or anything, she literally just got of the bed and left, she knew she was a mess after all. But now she couldn't help but feel self-conscious about it. Her cheeks flushed and she ran one hand through her hair, hoping it would look better.

Sokka laughed again.

"Don't worry, Princess. I mean… You look even prettier like this." Sokka smiled and then blushed, he wasn't supposed to say that out loud. So, he cleared his throat. "Let's keep going…"

Azula blinked, blushing a little. But then for some reason she felt disappointed he simply kept walking in silent. She thought he would use this as a lead to talk about what happened last night. She should be glad he didn't though. The last thing she needed was he trying to move on her right now, right? But really? Wouldn't he really say anything? She couldn't remember everything that happened last night, but in her mind there were flashbacks of them on the bed, of kisses and touching… And the way she felt about it. That was something she would never forget. Not only did she enjoy it, but she also felt completely secure about the fact she was with him. She didn't care if he would know how she felt or if she would look weak. She just wanted it. And even though she knew that was beyond stupid, she couldn't help but wonder how it would be to feel like that again.

"Sokka, wait." Azula listened herself calling him. She needed to say something about what happened. It was stronger than her. "Uh… About, hm, last night…" She bit her bottom lip.

"Hey, hey…" Sokka cut her off, approaching her. Suddenly, Azula felt her heart racing and she caught herself waiting for him to kiss or touch her again. "Don't worry about it, okay? We were both really drunk and… shaken with a lot of things. I guess we were just looking for some sort of comfort, right?" He laughed sadly. "I won't bother you talking about that, okay?" He smiled at her.

Azula looked at him incredulous. No, that was literally the last thing she wanted to hear. Was it even the truth? He only did all those things because he was drunk and… needing comfort? She swallowed, feeling her chest hurting again.

"Okay… I mean, good. I have nothing to worry then." She lied and forced a smile.

They were going to keep walking, when Sokka stopped again abruptly.

"Wait…"

"Yes?" Azula look at him with some sort of hope.

"Are we good again?" He asked with a half smile.

"Uh?" She frowned at him, confused with the unexpected question.

"We… I mean, I don't know if we were ever friends, but we were in good terms before… we had our disagreements. So, are we good again now?"

Azula blinked at him for some seconds, her chest still tight. And the she nodded.

"Sure." She answered, smiling a little.

He smiled back to her.

Two days had passed. The commemoration of the third anniversary of the end of the war was getting closer, actually it would be in a few days. Everyone in the Palace was really busy getting everything ready and making sure the place would be safer than ever. Sokka on the other hand hadn't got any message from the group of assassins yet, and he couldn't decide it let him either anxious or relieved.

Azula was at her fire bending training that morning, and he was watching her. It wasn't the first time he sat there, watching her practicing her bending. He couldn't help but smile a little as he observed her. After all the stress they had been through, she finally seemed to be having a nice time. They hadn't talked about what happened in the tavern anymore. Sokka realized it was better like that, it was just a moment of weakness... And even though he often thought about what happened, he knew it was better to let it go. He was already glad she didn't hate him anymore. And even though she still drove him crazy once in a while, he had to admit to it was great to feel comfortable around her anymore. He wouldn't spoil that again.

Sokka observed her, her blue flames dancing around the room. He had seemed many benders before, Aang, Zuko and even his sister… They were all extremely powerful and everything, but there was something different about her and it wasn't only the fact she was really powerful and talented. It was something unique that made him want to stay there for hours…

"Sokka?" A feminine voice called him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Suki?" What was she doing here? "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah… Can we talk?" Suki asked, she seemed to be worried.

"Sure!"

Azula could feel the sweat running down her neck and her forehead, but she didn't care. Mornings with firebending training always made her day better, and she wanted today to be a good day. She wouldn't admit but she was still disappointed that they had never done anything similar to what they had started in the tavern. It was like something had awaken inside the Princess. She could never stop thinking about it. But at least now they didn't hate each other anymore… And it was so nice to have someone that understood her so well to talk everyday.

A giant blast of blue fire came out her hands as she did one of her moves. She was in the middle of another movement when she glanced at Sokka. He wasn't looking at her though, as she expect him to be, he was standing up, talking to someone else. And not anyone… His stupid ex-girlfriend. Why was she even there? Azula groaned. She needed to find a way to convince her brother to send these Kyoshi girls away as soon as possible- Shit. She stumbled. The world span around her as she fell abruptly on the ground.

Two guards came to help her up quickly, but she was already standing up, panting.

"I'm fine." She muttered, angrily, her cheeks burning red. She could see Sokka looking at her worriedly as Suki kept saying something unintelligible to him.

After she had calmed down a little bit, she walked towards them, with an unpleasant smile.

"Is everything all right here?" Azula asked in a fake sweet voice, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, I should be the one asking this question." Suki glared at her. "I've been told you were the one who burned Sokka… There was no candle accident!"

Azula's eyes widened. She didn't expect that.

"Suki, I've already told you… It was an accident. Spirits, why is that so hard for you to believe?" Sokka asked with frustration.

"Why have you lied then?"

"Because everyone is already stressed out, why would I make things worse?" He answered her, expecting her to be reasonable.

"What about you?" Suki turned to Azula. "Why didn't you say something? I bet you threatened him to lie for you, didn't you?"

"Suki-" Sokka tried to start.

"Excuse me, I didn't know I had to give you any explanation about my life." Azula raised one eyebrow to the other girl.

"When you hurt a friend of mine, you do." Suki growled at him. "I'm reporting this to Zuko right now…"

Azula gritted her teeth. She wasn't even worried about Zuko. She simply hated how that stupid peasant thought she could threat her like that.

But before she could answer anything, a guard came in, interrupting their discussion.

"The Avatar and his friends have arrived. The Fire Lord requires your presence." He said, talking about all of them.

Sokka's eyes suddenly widened. Great, now Katara is also here. He had seriously gotten the worst luck.

A/N: Once again, I'm so sorry I've disappeared! I thought I would be free sooner, but I was wrong. Please don't give up on me! I love writing this story and I really hope you enjoy reading it!

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