Azula caught Sokka’s hands, clasping
their fingers as his hips rolled against hers, taking her slowly. She
shivered against him, still coming down from her last climax, feeling
her body grasping at his. He was going to make her cum again, and she
knew it.
“Come here, troublemaker,” Sokka
said, crooking his finger at her again. She glowed, flipping around
in the bed to face his feet, and backing up so that his head was
between her legs. Sokka reached down, tugging his pants off and
kicking them down into the scrunched up blankets.
Then he grasped her hips, moving her
into place above him. Azula’s heartbeat picked up as she lowered
herself down across him, her breasts against his stomach, her arms
draped on his muscular thighs.
“I’ve never done this before. Both
at the same time, I mean,” Azula admitted, feeling Sokka’s warm
mouth draw a line of kisses across the inside of her thighs. His face
had been smooth last night, but now it was rough with stubble and the
sensation of his hair prickling her made little shivers break out
over her skin.
Oh, she could use to that feeling.
She could get used to a lot of
things where Sokka was concerned.
Gentle fingers caressed her back as
she floated in a warm, dreamless sleep that seemed to sink over her
like lapping waves. She was vaguely aware of a heartbeat beneath her
ear, its steady ga-gong keeping time with her own, but that
was all that could break through the drift of her consciousness.
She
was wrapped in a bliss she couldn’t escape from, and she was content
to let it take her.
By the time the veil between her
exhausted mind and the world became thin enough to allow in reality,
morning had come and was mostly gone. She slowly cracked an eye open
and winced away from the warm yellow light streaming in through a
poorly closed curtain.
“Knock, knock,” he said,
stopping in the doorway. Azula was standing at the sink, staring into
the mirror, gnawing on her swollen bottom lip. She looked up at his
reflection and he saw her expression soften from a slightly worried
one. He frowned. “You okay?”
“I’m sore,” she said, putting
down the wet washcloth she’d been using. “And messy.”
“I take full responsibility,” he
said warmly, walking toward her. She didn’t move away when he wrapped
his arms around her and tucked his face into her neck.
“You’d better,” she said, and he
felt her hand over his as he laid it flat on her stomach. He kissed
her neck and she made a soft little purr of pleasure. “My makeup is
in shambles.”
“I know…you look so hot,” he
whispered, looking up at their reflections in the mirror. He swayed
on the spot with her, studying her face in the mirror.
“I look like I’ve been fucking all
night,” she shot at him tartly, but her lips were curling at the
corners.
“Not all night… But if I
had my way…” he said and raked his mouth along her neck to her
ear. He met her eyes in the mirror. “I could quickly become
addicted to making love to you, Azula.”
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