@firelxrdsdaughter prompted: “That was barely even a kiss! Do it again-please?” Sokkla
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New Years
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It’s nearly midnight and she’s loitering by herself in the corner of the room. It’s a very “Azula” thing to do. She insists Zuko invite her to the party (she lives here now, after all, Zuzu, don’t be rude) and then makes a show of expressing her displeasure. She crosses her arms over her chest, surveys the assembled crowd with a haughty air of difference. This is all foolishness, her face says. She will not participate in their frivolity.
Sokka is kind of a sucker for these things. He likes pretty girls. He like strong girls. He likes the fact that, for all her supposed disinterest, Azula gets all awkward whenever someone takes even a passing personal interest in her.
“Hey. You have a partner?
She jerks as if he’s jabbed her in the ribs with a pin, sputtering, “A partner. How da…”
“Easy, easy, sparky. For midnight. Do you have someone to kiss at midnight? Pretty much everyone else is already paired off.”
Realization flashes across her face, innocent and brief. Then she shakes her head, making a show of inspecting her nails, “No. I was…I do not.”
“Well, aren’t you lucky. Turns out, I don’t have anyone either.”
Her brows furrow as if she’s not entirely certain how to interpret this sudden interest. She settles for a flat, “Yes. Quite lucky.” It’s the only token show of protest she offers. For as much as Azula will protest these youthful frivolities, she stills wants to experience them. Every kid wanted to feel normal once in a while. So Sokka lingers by her side for the next few minutes, makes small talk. Azula’s bad at it. She’s an excellent conversationalist, usually, but there’s a difference between talking business, politics, and talking about yourself.
Sokka sets his drink aside, joins in with the others to countdown the new year. It takes Azula a second longer, the young woman’s eyes going comically wide when he sets a hand on the curve of her waist. She smooths her tongue over her lower lip, offering him an uncharacteristically soft smile.
End of the day, it’s just a New Year’s kiss and she’s his best friend’s sister. Sokka leans in, brushing his lips against hers. It’s chaste, barely a ghost of contact. He smiles down at her, “Happy New Year, Azula.”
She clears her throat, glancing down before looking back up at him. Her hands haven’t moved from his shoulders and she’s technically standing too close. Azula grumbles, “That was barely even a kiss. I can’t see what all the fuss was about.”
He snickers, “Oooooh, somebody’s blushing.”
“How dare you, peasant,” her voice is too sharp and she shoves him once. He falls back a step, indulging her. Azula reaches out just as quickly, fisting a hand in his shirt and tugging him back, “Do it again-please?”
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