Thin Line

Written for ObamaCare4Real for the Sokkla Secret Santa Gift Exchange – Happy Holidays! Well, you said you liked smut, so…

He finally had her in his sights. After all these months of relentless pursuit, traveling tirelessly from town to town, he had managed to hunt down the fallen princess. Azula.

There was no mistaking her. Her hair may have been styled differently, but there was no masking that piercing voice or haughty demeanor. Azula. While the sound of her diabolical laugh made his jaw clench, the anticipation of finally putting her in her place consumed him.

Sokka had never envisioned that this was what he'd be doing five years after the war ended. For Spirits' sake, he used to be a hero, an ally of the Avatar who defeated Fire Lord Ozai. But everything happened so quickly after that. While his friends all seemed to move on with their lives, Sokka just felt… lost. Stagnant. Left behind. So when Zuko finally grew a backbone and decided to stop putting up with Azula's antics by placing a bounty on her head, Sokka jumped at the opportunity to track her down. It wasn't about the bounty or loyalty to Zuko; it was about reclaiming lost glory. And tonight, the fruits of his labor would be realized.

There she sat at the bar, engaging with strangers, posture impeccable, legs crossed, a glass of wine in hand. Azula. How he loathed her. But not for the obvious reasons. He could move past her capturing his ex-girlfriend or nearly killing Aang, after all, he had also committed his share of wartime atrocities. No, his hatred stemmed from a more complicated truth.

Since the Day of Black Sun, he couldn't expel her from his thoughts. Despite his efforts, she infiltrated his mind. It seemed the more he tried not to think about her, the more she had a way of shoveling through his skin, twisting his thoughts, igniting… desires.

It was wrong to think about her that way. He knew it then, and he knew it now. He hated how she crept into his head during the most inopportune times, like when he was alone with his hand or even when he made love to Suki. It was wrong, it was wrong, it was wrong. Yet, something dark within him stirred that day, a perverse force that broke free when he cornered her against the cavern wall during the eclipse that rendered her powerless.

Tonight, she would be powerless again. A smirk played on his lips.

Her fugitive existence had become a relentless teacher in the art of vigilance. Every moment had been an exercise in acute awareness, honing her ability to swiftly assess her surroundings. With a mere glance, she could discern the number of people around her, provide detailed physical descriptions, and speculate on potential armaments. The tall man clad in a dark green hooded tunic, boomerang casually sheathed at his side, was no exception. Sokka. She could never mistake those oceanic blue eyes.

Azula knew this day would come, the inevitable day when someone would track her down. Ever since her supposed allies from the asylum abandoned her and her insipid brother placed a price on her head, her days were numbered. Though initially challenging, she had grown accustomed to traveling alone, finding solace in the solitude, no longer dependent on anyone but herself. Fleeing the Fire Nation had granted her an unexpected liberation. Unburdened by responsibilities, she reveled in carefree living, funding her escapades with the proceeds from stolen Fire Nation royal jewelry. Town after town, she assumed different names and personas, relishing the departure from her previous life. She could be anyone she wanted to be. Perhaps, in another life, she could have pursued acting, following in her mother's footsteps.

Of course, she never expected to see Sokka of all people. She had assumed he had more pressing matters to attend to than chasing her down. Sokka. The brilliant strategist of his cohort. Maybe it shouldn't have surprised her that he succeeded where others had failed. There he was, keeping his head low, alone at the tavern in a random Earth Kingdom town, a town that had supposedly been flooded during the war and subsequently rebuilt.

Sokka. She had always harbored a peculiar fondness for the Water Tribe peasant. It wasn't just Ty Lee who found him devilishly handsome. From the moment she first laid eyes on him, an unusual tenderness washed over her – a feeling that, during the eclipse, he had ruthlessly eradicated when he pushed her against the cavern wall. Those steel blue eyes, that contemptuous glare akin to a wolf poised to bite, had replaced softness with raw desire. Despite priding herself on being in control, vulnerability to his whims ignited a longing within her. In that moment, she craved the prospect of him doing unspeakable things to her, a fantasy she replayed endlessly in her mind.

Perhaps that's why capturing his girlfriend had brought her such pleasure. She wondered if they were still together, though the answer held little significance for her. Tonight, it seemed fortune favored her. It was only a matter of time before Sokka would attempt to disarm her. And when he did, she would willingly oblige.

Biting down on her lower lip, she discreetly slipped out of the tavern, eagerly anticipating the night ahead.

The inn's bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight as Sokka cautiously approached the sleeping figure. With the grace of a stalking polar leopard, he moved as silently as possible toward the princess, alert to the gentle creaks of the wooden floor beneath him. A few swift, precise strikes were all that separated him from subduing Azula before she could awaken. The decorative tapestries hanging on the walls seemed to hold their breath as he hovered above his slumbering opponent.

A subtle smirk graced the firebender's features as she sensed Sokka nearing. Just before his impending strike, she initiated the battle with a quick kick to his chest, testing the warrior's reflexes. His blue eyes, dark in the dimly lit room, flashed with surprise as his hand instinctively reached for his boomerang.

Quickly composing himself, Sokka watched as Azula rose from the bed with the fluidity of a well-practiced martial artist. Tendrils of fire consumed her raised hand, dancing along her fingertips like fiery serpents, casting an azure glow across the room. Senses attuned, Sokka shifted into a defensive stance, eyes locked on his opponent.

"Why, has the snow savage come to grace me with his presence?" she taunted with an amused smirk.

"What can I say? It seemed I was overdue for a visit, wouldn't you agree?" he played along, speaking through his teeth. "It's been a while, after all."

"Indeed, it has. Well, as you can probably see, I wasn't exactly expecting company tonight. I do apologize for my… lack of attire."

The glow from her fire accentuated Azula's lithe, yet curvaceous, figure, barely covered by a silky sleep-robe.

He gulped, trying not to get distracted. "And I apologize for my sudden arrival." He took a cautious step back toward the door, fully aware of his chances of winning this fight. "If there's a better time, I can just…"

"Now, now," she interrupted, venom in her voice. "You're already here. Why don't you come in? Make yourself comfortable."

"As a matter of fact," he said calmly, clutching his boomerang, "I think I will!" Sokka abruptly threw his boomerang, aiming for Azula's legs. She dodged the attack, deflecting it with a burst of fire.

Azula countered with controlled bursts of flame; Sokka responded by skillfully ducking and weaving her onslaught. Of course, she wasn't aiming to win this battle, only to give him the appearance of a fair fight.

He agilely flipped over the bed, using it as both a barrier and a means to gain distance, before swiftly darting to retrieve his boomerang. In response, Azula vaulted over the bed, unleashing a spinning fiery kick in his direction before he could grasp his weapon. He ducked and countered with a sweeping leg motion, attempting to trip her on her descent, an anticipated move she skillfully evaded.

The wooden beams below creaked softly as Sokka and Azula engaged in a dance of evasion and attack in the intimate confines of the bedroom. The enemies exchanged flowing strikes, the rhythm of their combat echoing through the hushed atmosphere. The air between them crackled with tension.

Suddenly, Sokka feigned a strike to Azula's left, and as she shifted defensively, he seamlessly changed direction, landing a precise kick to her side. Azula staggered, briefly losing control of her flames, a moment skillfully crafted to deceive her opponent. As he moved to deliver another blow, she summoned a burst of flame. He stumbled backward, falling unceremoniously on the mattress, narrowly avoiding the fiery onslaught before springing back to his feet.

She lunged forward through the flames onto the bed, but this time, he did not retreat. Instead, he utilized her forward momentum, seizing her wrist and pulling her flush against him. Locking his legs with hers, he took her down, using his weight to keep her pinned down to the mattress. With a series of quick jabs, he successfully chi-blocked the firebender's arms.

"Aha! I won! I won!" he gloated, breathless from their struggle, his entire body buzzing with the exhilaration of triumph. "I can't believe it. I actually beat you!" However, the smirk on Azula's lips hummed a different tune, causing Sokka to question the authenticity of his victory. She was one of the most powerful firebenders in the world. Winning this battle seemed inconceivable, yet there she lay, panting beneath him, arms limp at her sides.

"You won, fair and square," she continued to smirk, her golden eyes twinkling in the dark. "I accept my defeat."

"Then why does it feel like I've stumbled into a trap?" The more he thought about it, the more suspicion gnawed at him. She hadn't even attempted to use lightning on him. Indeed, he found himself unwittingly ensnared in the intricate web of a spidersnake.

"Whatever do you mean, Sokka?" she asked, feigning innocence. "I'm chi-blocked. What could I possibly do to get out of this situation now?"

"I don't know," he snapped, his voice a low growl, his mind playing out every possible scenario where she could get the better of him. "But I know you. You always have some sort of pai sho tile up your sleeve."

She laughed quietly and mockingly. "Then you'll be delighted to know the only thing hidden beneath my robe is, well… me."

Sokka's voice caught in his throat.

"You're free to check if you don't believe me." She flashed him a vulpine smile.

He quietly seethed, the muscles in his jaw working overtime, frustrated that she was toying with him like this, and more frustrated that he wanted to take her bait, to finally see what her robe concealed.

"So what's it going to be, Sokka?" She cocked her head to the side, taking in the sheer hatred radiating from his glare. It was oh, so delicious. His face was so close to hers; she could almost taste his disdain. "Are you going to turn me in to my brother, or… is there another way we can work this out?"

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" he bellowed, abruptly covering the firebender's mouth with his hand. "You must think me mad if you believe I'm going to let you talk your way out of this one." He could feel the corner of her lips curl into a sadistic smile beneath his fingertips. And then he felt something else, something… wetter; her tongue, her hot, wet tongue, running up between his fingers.

She knew she had him the moment she felt him stiffen against her thigh, the subtle bucking of his hips against her. She had him right where she wanted him. His breath hitched as she gently flicked her tongue over the tip of his finger. She had no intention of talking her way out of this.

His mind drew a blank as she slowly took the entire digit into her mouth, sealing her lips around it before pulling back at an even slower pace. He should have stopped her – his brain screamed at him to stop her before things got out of control. But he didn't. He couldn't. The feeling of her mouth on his finger made him weak, and soon, he found his body acting of its own accord, his fingers slipping between her lips, responding to her every flick and twirl of her tongue.

She could feel his excitement growing by the second, pressing between her legs. Her hips instinctively rose to meet his, pleasure jolting through her body with every gentle thrust. Her mouth was hot and hungry around his fingers, her tongue sliding over them as she took him in again and again, making him writhe, making him groan. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers from her mouth, his gaze drilling into her as he recovered his breath.

This was the last point where he could have stopped, where he could have walked away and ended this madness. But this was no longer a war between head, heart, and instinct… a different organ was speaking for him now. Smirking wryly, he pulled the tie holding Azula's robe together, watching in awe as the silky fabric slipped away, exposing her flawless, creamy skin.

She shivered under his dark, lustful gaze, the predatory way his eyes roamed up and down her body, settling on her breasts. While it may have taken him less than a second to undress her, he sure took his sweet time ridding himself of his own clothing. His nimble fingers slowly worked at the sash on his tunic. He was playing with her now, keeping her wanting as he tugged his shirt up over his head, her eyes tracking down his sculpted chest, his abs, the strong lines leading down into his pants. But before long, he was in an equal state of undress as she, and Spirits did she like what she saw.

A smug smile curled his lips as he watched her eyes trail up and down his body, blazing with hunger. One of the world's most prodigious benders wanted him. She was his for the taking. Defenseless and nearly naked on the bed. His cock stirred in the confines of his underwear as he imagined all of the things he wanted to do to her. Well, there was no time like the present. He pounced on her like a lion vulture tearing into its prey.

She gasped and moaned beneath him, relishing the feeling of his weight pressing her down. His lips and tongue were on her neck, licking, nipping, and sucking with a frenzy that alternated between almost painful and immensely pleasurable. And then he slowed down the pace, running his hot, wet tongue up her neck in long, broad strokes, flicking it in the crook before starting again. Waves of warmth coursed through her body as his erection rubbed between her legs with every needy thrust of his hips.

With one hand on her hips, the other instinctively roamed to her chest, groping and pawing her breasts. His hips grinded against hers as he playfully bounced those soft, squishy mounds up and down. Spirits, her body was perfect. Her breasts were the perfect handful, and while they were neither big nor small, they looked large on her petite, athletic frame. As his fingers grazed her nipples, he soon found his mouth moving to meet his hand, trailing sloppy kisses down her neck to her breasts.

A small sound escaped her throat as she felt his hot mouth on her breasts, lapping and sucking the sensitive skin. She was his prize, his conquest, and all she could do was lie there and let him use her for his pleasure. She wanted to be used, for him to explore every inch of her body with his mouth. Perhaps she had willed it into existence because before long, he began to kiss down the length of her body, tracing a line from her breasts down past her belly button and lower still. She groaned as his fingertips tested the waistband of her silky black underwear.

He chuckled sadistically as he hooked a finger into her underwear, tugging it sharply before sliding it off her. His eyes drank her all in, every toned muscle, every delicate curve of her body. Conscious to the fact that no other woman could possibly hold a candle to her, he was going to make the most of his time with her, to show her exactly how much of a "snow savage" he could be. Smirking, he wrenched her legs apart and went to work, head slipping between her legs.

She groaned out loud, unable to hold back as rippling pleasure took the reins. He was devouring her, his lips and tongue greedily taking all of her. Her hips rose to meet his mouth, and all she could think about was how she ached to push his head closer to her, to rake her fingers through his hair as he ate her out. But alas, her arms were rendered useless by his chi-blocking.

He ran his tongue all over her, savoring her taste, every little sound she emitted, every jolt of her hips. She was absolutely delicious, and deliciously wet as well. His cock stiffened and swelled further as he tasted her, to the point where it was getting painful not to be inside her. He wanted to fuck her. Spirits, how he wanted to fuck her.

The movements of his tongue, flicking side to side, up and down, kneading against her clit, unraveled her. His hands were scooped beneath her, roughly grabbing her ass, bringing her heat up closer to his face. Her body writhed against him, and soon, she could feel the pleasure building, cresting…

Sensing she was close by the erratic thrusts of her hips, the little gasps and moans that freely left her mouth, the quaking of her legs around his head, he licked her faster and faster, pausing every now and then to suck her clit. His fingers dug into the soft curves of her ass, which he playfully smacked with encouragement, absolutely loving the power he had over her.

At last, the torturous ache burst into sheer pleasure, and she practically howled with ecstasy as his tongue brought her to orgasm. As she came back to herself, she looked down to see Sokka rising from between her legs, his lips slick with her cream.

He watched her chest heave, the beautiful rising and falling of her breasts as she collected her breath. But he did not allow her any time to recover. His needs were far too urgent. After stripping away his underwear, freeing his throbbing erection, he climbed on top of her once again. Then he hoisted her up, such that her back lay flush against the headboard, and inched himself closer to her lips. If her sucking his fingers had been any indication of what she could do with her mouth…

"Suck," he demanded, darkness and desire in his eyes.

It was the first word they had exchanged since their tryst began, and Azula wouldn't have it any other way. There was something so enthralling about watching a man cave to his carnal urges and take what he wanted. So she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, until his member disappeared completely. His eyes rolled back into his head as a guttural groan escaped his lips.

"Good girl," he growled, brushing her hair back behind her ears. "Just like that."

Unable to use her hand to assist, she had to rely solely on her mouth and tongue to please him. Truth be told, she hadn't had much practice in this department, as all her past hookups had been mere one-night stands, and she never freely volunteered her oral services. It's not that she didn't enjoy it, she just never cared enough about the other person to want to make them feel good. Besides, they always came in the end anyway, which was more than she could say for herself. Sokka, however, was someone she desperately wanted to please. And the fact that he wasn't giving her much choice in the matter only made it that much more enticing.

"So good to me, Azula," he exhaled, rolling his hips faster toward her face. She seemed particularly receptive to his praise, and while he was not in a tender mood, he thought it wise to give her a glimpse of his sweet side while his cock was in her mouth, while he was at her mercy. "So good."

She stared up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief, as she eagerly sucked him, showing him just how good and submissive she could be for him. It had been a long while since she had received any kind words, and even longer since she felt truly wanted by anyone. Sokka's desire for her was palpable, thrilling, addicting, and the gentle way he stroked her cheek while he fucked her mouth set her heart on fire.

He had to steady a hand against the headboard as she ardently devoured him, her clever mouth moving faster, then slower, in a way that made his head spin. Continuing his praise, he rocked his hips against her, needing more and more of her touch, the feeling of her tongue worshipping his long, hard cock. Soon he could barely form a coherent sentence, like he'd forgotten how to speak. His knees began to buckle, and part of him wanted to let the pleasure consume him, to release the pressure and come down her throat, but the ounce of self-discipline he had left urged him to wait, to take what he really wanted. Frustrated and slightly enraged, he abruptly pulled out of her hot, wet mouth, panting heavily as he gazed down at her, still so ready and willing to please.

Azula had no idea what he was going to do to her next, but the burning darkness in his eyes told her that he was up to no good. The anticipation made her squirm. Without warning, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back down before reclaiming his position on top of her. Her heart raced out of control as she felt his cock slip between her legs. This was what she'd been waiting for all along, what she had fantasized about for years. But it wasn't his cock that entered her… it was two of his fingers curling inside. She gasped in pleasure at the sensation, throwing her head back on the pillow.

He bit back a groan as his fingers slipped inside of her, the hot walls of her sopping core hugging his fingers so snugly. Kissing sloppily up her collarbone, his mouth lay claim to her neck once more. Her breath was ragged in his ear.

"Sokka," she moaned, her hips bucking wildly against his hand.

His fingers thrusted hard and fast inside of her, while his tongue worked its magic on her delicate skin. She could think of nothing but his touch, nothing but the movement of his fingers and his lips on her neck. And then she felt something really unexpected… his lips moving up her jawline… his mouth licking and sucking her earlobe.

"More," she whispered, breathless.

Sokka wasn't sure what exactly compelled him to do it, but the next thing he knew, he shoved his tongue completely into her ear, flicking it up and down, and she mewled loudly in response, her hips spasming.

"Yes, Sokka, yes, please!" she cried, becoming more and more undone.

"Please what?" he breathed into her ear, taunting her.

"Don't stop. I'm close, I'm close."

He worked his fingers in and out of her even harder and faster, her legs quivering violently.

"Spirits, Sokka, fuck me, fuck me, fuck – "

She came hard around his fingers, hot juices spilling out of her as her core pulsed around him. Sokka's erection lurched at the sensation, being hugged so tightly by her, reveling in the results of his handiwork.

"Fuck me, Sokka," she continued to whisper, her breaths erratic as waves of pleasure continued to wash over her.

"What was that?" he teased, sliding his fingers out of her. "I don't think I heard you."

"Please fuck me, Sokka," she begged, quietly and desperately. "Please. I need you. Need you now. Please."

The meekness and neediness of her voice, the way her golden eyes beckoned him, completely captivated him. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out.

"Anything for you, princess." Smirking wickedly, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, fastening them together with the silk tie that had once held her robe closed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, water boy?" Any softness that she held for him during her post-orgasm high evaporated the moment he tied her up. "I'm chi-blocked, remember, asshole?"

He grinned wolfishly at her. He liked it when she was bratty. "Well who knows how much longer that's gonna last? I can't have you attacking me when my guard is down, now can I?"

"You do realize I can still firebend through my mouth and feet, right?" she laughed humorlessly. "I could have burned your face, and other parts of your body for that matter, to a crisp if I had wanted to."

His eyes widened for a moment and then narrowed again at the implication. "You must really want me then, huh."

She rolled her eyes, not wanting to justify him with a reply.

"You must really want me," he repeated, grabbing her by the ankles and throwing her legs over his shoulders.

Her entire body thrilled to his forceful touch. He was not going to go easy on her, and she couldn't fucking wait, her mind running over every possibility of what was to come.

He entered her suddenly and commandingly, causing her to gasp and shudder, her hips bucking into the air, seemingly of their own volition. "Is this what you want, Azula? You want me to take you?"

"Yes, yes," she moaned, her senses more heightened than ever before. The feeling of his hips crashing against her own, his cock slipping in and out of her, contrasted pleasantly to the smooth, crisp sheets tickling her bare skin.

"That's pretty fucked up," he grunted, relishing his control over her and how he'd finally found someone as twisted and perverse as he.

"What is so fucked up exactly, hm?" she managed between strained breaths, taking everything he was giving to her.

"I'm having my way with you, and you're getting off to it." He continued to brutally pound into her, biting down hard on his lower lip.

"Is that what you think?" she laughed sardonically. "Because from my perspective, I'm having my way with you."

He gritted his teeth, thrusting into her quicker and rougher.

"Perhaps you'd like it more if I said, 'No. Don't. Stop. You're hurting me.'?"

The energy crackling behind every word made him all the more incensed. No, of course he wouldn't want that, to actually take her by force, though he did have to think about it for a second.

"Looks like you're the sick one." A feral whine escaped her body as he slammed into her.

"Shut up," he barked, glaring down at her. "The only sound I want to hear from you right now is you screaming my name."

She smirked. "Okay, Daddy."

His breath caught in his throat. That name shouldn't have gotten him going, but Spirits, it did. He plowed into her even harder, watching her tits bounce up and down, her gasps and moans punctuating each forceful thrust.

She lost herself in the movement of Sokka's body against hers, the cascades of pleasure threatening to tear her apart. He was an animal, absolutely unhinged, and it thrilled her to no end.

She was right; he was the sick one. Sick and depraved, just like her. This was the type of sex he had always dreamed of having, that he thought would have to remain a fantasy trapped in the prison of his mind. Suki had never been this uninhibited with him, and the things he wanted to try out in bed were things that he would never want to do to her anyway. He had loved Suki too much to defile her like that. But he didn't love Azula. He despised her, or at least, that's what he told himself every time he found himself thinking about her while he pleasured himself. Yes, the only acceptable feeling he could have toward Azula was pure, unadulterated hatred. A hatred so intense, he wanted to make her scream, to tell her what a good little pet she was, to wring her neck, to stroke her hair, to fuck her until the sun came up, to hold her and never let go…

A moan ripped through her body, her legs shaking as she felt every inch of him fill her up again and again. His movements grew faster and more erratic. Her body ached with the intensity of each desperate thrust, and soon she could barely contain herself, the pressure inside her building and building. He moved against her, faster and faster, until she lost every last ounce of control.

"Sokka, Sokka!" she cried, her body writhing against his, millions of lights seemingly going off inside her head all at once.

He desperately tried to hold himself back, thinking it wiser to finish anywhere else, on her stomach, on her tits, on her face, but as soon as he felt her slick walls pulse around his cock, which had already been teased and tormented for what felt like hours, he could no longer contain himself. He emitted a sound he had never made before as he emptied himself into her, the cascade of pleasure leaving him shuddering. Completely drained in every sense of the word, he collapsed on top of her.

They lay entwined, both gasping for breath, foreheads pressed together, coated in sweat. The air between them was thick with the tangible aftermath of their shared exertion, their eyes locked in an unreadable gaze.

A strange sensation washed over Azula as she gazed into his blue eyes, the realization that they had never actually kissed during their encounter hitting her hard. For some reason, she wanted that, she wanted him to kiss her, to feel his lips on hers. Somehow that seemed more intimate than anything they had just done. A new longing stirred within.

Sokka hated Azula, everything about her. He hated the yearning in her eyes, the way her lips beckoned him. He hated that, despite everything he had done to her, she still had some sick power over him, that being with her this one time was not enough to get everything out of his system, how he needed to have her again. He hated how soft she looked in the moonlight. He hated her, he hated her, he hated her. Above all, he hated how much his heart ached for her.