Sokka licked his lips as Azula
straddled his head, lowering herself down against his face.
“Fuck, I’m the luckiest man
alive,” he mumbled, sliding one arm up her thigh to her hip, the
other between her legs. She jumped and let out a little whimper when
his thumb slid along her swollen, slick flesh, parting her. He felt
her hand in his hair, and wrapping around his wolf’s tail in that way
that she liked.
“I’m
heading to bed, too,” Toph said, downing the last of her tea and
shoving the cup away from her. It skittered across the table and
clinked against the bowl of cherries. Toph stood, and then hesitated,
turning back to face Sokka’s general direction. There was a frown on
her face. “Don’t…do anything I wouldn’t do. Or anything I would.”
Sokka’s
eyes flicked over to Azula like the briefest lick of fire. Then he
looked back at Toph, the corners of his lips curling up to display
that dimple that had caught her attention yesterday. Azula swallowed
and plucked a cherry out of the bowl to distract herself.
“Noted,
Toph.”
Toph
glanced in her direction and then blew out a breath, holding up her
hands. “Oh, Spirits… I can’t.”
The
blind Earthbender turned unerringly toward the stairs and, grumbling
under her breath, marched up them, her dirty feet practically beating
dents in the wooden boards. They heard her door slam a few moments
later.
Silence
fell on the room as Azula savored the cherry in her mouth, watching
Sokka as he picked up his tea and took a drink. His ears were a
little red.
“What
was her problem?” she asked him, nodding toward the stairs Toph had
abused. Sokka’s brows lifted for a moment as he glanced at her over
the rim of his cup.
“She’s…uh…good at reading a room, that’s all. And she thinks I’m an idiot,”
Sokka said, setting down his tea again.
“Aren’t
you?”
“I’m
beginning to wonder,” he mumbled, his eyes widening as he glanced
to the left of her.
Sokka’s head was spinning a little, and not just from Azula’s wild, hungry mouth dashing against his. One moment she’d been trying to kill him, the next…
She’s a complicated woman, he thought to himself, a little fiercely, his hands flexing on the empty air. He wanted to touch her, to grab her and have his way with her, but the grip she had on his wrists was tight. And he liked that, too. He liked being beneath her, pinned there, seemingly helpless.
He outweighed her by several stones and they both knew he could flip her around easily–if he wanted. Not that she couldn’t put up a good fight. She’d probably win, if it came down to it, but he didn’t want a fight.
He wanted her. He’d already had her, and he still wanted her.
The blue fireball missed him by a hairsbreadth. The heat of it scorched his skin as it passed just in front of his nose, and exploded against the wooden door with a hot, searing rain of blue sparks and ashes. Sokka yelped, reeling away from the sudden, inexplicable rain of fire.
“YOU!”
His mouth hanging open, he whipped around to face the rest of the room, shocked when his bewildered eyes clapped onto the woman standing in the middle of the room. She had a wild look in her citrine eyes, her teeth bared, her dark hair tumbling down around her shoulders. Blue fire manifested in her hands as he let out a little gasp.
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