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It is not their first time together.
Nor their second.
At this point, Azula had stopped counting the times she found herself in this position.
Or more; how many times he found himself in her.
But tonight was different. It felt different.
Maybe it was the months they hadn't seen each other.
Or maybe it was the way as soon as they had gazed upon each other, even in the crowded room, the temperature had risen, the tension had thickened, and Azula had been dripping in her garments.
It was no wonder that once she pushed him in her room, he slammed her on her armoire, pushed her dress up and dug two fingers into her.
"Fuck, Azula," he whispered and Agni, Azula wanted to wipe that smug smirk off his face. "It almost feels like you missed me."
"Shut up and fuck me already," she hissed as his fingers slowly pumped into her.
But of course, he had other intentions than to listen to her. He continued to slowly move his fingers, alternating between a come here gesture, scissoring or pumping his fingers.
Azula growled as she peered at his face and his too-blue eyes. “Sokka, I swear on Agni-” she moaned, interrupting herself as Sokka brushed her clit with his thumb.
“You were saying?” He said, tone way too smug so Azula kissed him to shut him up.
She tried to undo his pants but every time she reached or tucked, he put more pressure on her clit, making her moan into his mouth and her hands faltered. She gave up -for now- and grabbed his wolf tail violently.
He hissed against her lips but his fingers never stopped moving.
Azula felt the familiar tightness coiling inside her.
She came with his lips never leaving hers and her hand pulling his hair.
It barely felt like enough.
As Azula hastily undid his pants, he lazily removed his fingers to put them in his mouth. “I missed your taste.”
She refrained the moan wanting to escape as his too-blue eyes never left her golden ones.
She finally freed his erection and it was her time to feel smug as she pumped once and he groaned, eyes closed.
But she didn’t have time to savour. “In me. Now,” she commanded and finally, he obeyed.
Flipping her so that her still covered chest was against the armoire, he pushed down her panties which she quickly discarded with a kick to the side and finally -finally- he entered her with a groan.
Gone was the slow pace, he was finally fucking her like the savage she knew he had in him.
She wasn’t sure what she was saying, but she knew words were escaping her mouth as the tightness came back.
She almost wanted to curse this man -this peasant- for making her wet and needy so easily, to make her beg for him without thinking, for making her want to be with him…
He grabbed her right tight and pushed himself deeper into her with a moan in her hair and Azula lost all trail of thoughts.
The wave of pleasure was coming back, Azula moaned -or shouted- but suddenly he was gone.
“Sokka,” she whined.
She looked over her shoulder but only his head going lower. She felt one of his hands brushing the back of her left tight as the other hand kept her right tight in the air.
“Sokka,” she pleaded once more, not caring how weak it made her sound.
“Don’t worry, I’m far from done with you,” he answered, his voice strained but Azula didn’t -couldn’t- dwell as his tongue went past her labia.
Azula was certain she had screamed.
He licked and sucked like a man parched and Azula was the only source.
She grabbed the top of the armoire, scared her leg would give out as she ground her hips to follow his tongue.
He was insatiable, licking, sucking until she pleaded for release.
The tightness came back tenfolds, and she blinked out of reality as she came.
“Hum. Azula?” She heard as sounds started to make sense again and she finally felt her body.
It was only then that the burning smell hit her nose.
“What?” She whispered as she looked at the armoire. Where her hands had been, still sizzling, were hand-sized scorched marks.
Her hands-sized scorched marks.
“A chance your hands weren’t in my hair,” Sokka joked but Azula barely paid attention, too focused on the marks.
It was such a lack of control. The last time she had lost control like that… well, she actually didn’t want to think about that time.
Was she slipping? Was she so out of it that she couldn’t control her fire bending? Was she losing her mind again?
“Hey, Azula, come back,” Sokka said as he tugged her towards her bed, his arms around. “Don’t stay in your head. What do you always tell me? I cannot know what’s in your head if you don’t tell me.”
Azula blinked, eyes focusing on her lover -was he her lover?- who had a sheepish smile but eyes were full of worry.
“I’m not done with you and knowing you, you aren’t done with me either.”
She snorted and immediately the tension in his shoulders was released.
“I can’t believe I lost control,” she whispered as she sat on his lap while he sat on the bed.
“It must’ve been pretty good,” he couldn’t help but piped in, a smug smile on his face.
“Oh shut up. I never lost control before.”
“I must’ve outdone myself.” She glared and he winced. “Sorry. But Azula, it’s not a bad thing. It wasn’t my head, you kept saying you hated that armoire anyway. Reason to get a new one.”
“Oh Agni. What am I going to tell the servants?” She grimaced thinking about the gossip it would cause in the palace.
“Tell them the truth; your boyfriend made you come so hard you burned it.”
She was about to glare, reprimanding that it was hardly something a princess could say but stopped in her tracks. “Boyfriend?”
“Yeah… aren’t we?”
“We didn’t discuss it.”
“But we went on dates!”
“How was I supposed to know that those random moments where you want to eat something particular were dates?” She scoffed.
“There was the study date we did to help Zuko’s proposal.”
She snorted. “Yes, the ‘study date’ in the library where you bent me over the table and we almost got caught by Zuzu.”
Sokka shrugged with a smile. “Still a date.”
They stayed a moment looking at each other, eyes full of mirth. “Ok. You are allowed to be my boyfriend.”
It was his time to snort and he kissed her fleetly on the lips. “I like you too, Azula.”
Azula smiled, hiding her face in the crock of his neck. She was relieved that he hadn’t used the other L-word, she wasn’t ready for that, but she knew it was coming.
She finally stood up and removed the dress that was still on her. Getting the memo, Sokka also disrobed.
“You were right about one thing,” Azula said once fully naked.
Sokka laid down to only be supported by his elbows as his eyes took her in. “What is that?”
“I am far from done with you.”
“Azula!!”
The princess rolled her eyes at the Fire Lord’s antics. “Yes, Zuzu, I’m right here. No need to scream in the hallway.”
A few people passing by tried to slow their steps, the fire siblings’ arguments were now known in the palace for their ridiculousness but Zuko did a hand sign for Azula to follow him.
They entered a room where Sokka and Katara were talking and stopped when they saw who had entered.
“Azula, why in hell did you burn a whole armoire, in your room? You know how dangerous that can be!”
Sokka automatically burst into laughter and Azula hoped her cheeks didn’t turn red.
Instead, she rolled her eyes even if she was embarrassed but mostly annoyed that the servants had ratted her. She knew she couldn’t trust that new one who seemed to love gossip too much. “Oh please, Zuzu. Don’t forget I have much better control than you.”
“I’m already having a hard time with Izumi for her not to fire bend inside, what can I tell her when she hears ‘Auntie Azula’ burning furniture she doesn’t like?”
“Tell her that as long as she doesn’t have Auntie Azula’s control, she won’t be able to fire bend inside. Simple.”
Zuko huffed that huff of his when he didn’t want to lose control but was very close to losing it.
Sokka was still laughing, barely able to calm down when he said: “Must have been real scorched.”
Azula glared at her boyfriend -not that the two others in the room knew about that development- but he only laughed even more.
“No wait, I have one better, it was even more stoked than it had been.”
Azula elbowed him in the stomach.
Zuko looked at his friend, utterly confused.
Katara, who had been silent ever since the fire siblings had entered, narrowed her eyes to her brother. “I had a feeling for a while now but… you did this, didn’t you?”
Sokka showed his hands in surrender. “I did nothing… other than set Azula aflame.”
He winked and automatically, Katara grimaced and Azula groaned, hiding her face in her hand.
She chose him. She couldn’t complain about it.
And even less when he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head.
“WHAT?” Zuko exclaimed, looking at them and Azula could only groan some more.
That was going to be a long, annoying conversation.
The End