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Parts I & II: A03 | FF.NET (complete)

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“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.

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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.

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“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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“I want you to ride me, Princess,”
Sokka said with a little growl in his voice. Her eyes flashed and he
saw the effect those words had on her: greed and pure, unadulterated
lust.

“It’s about time you realized who
was on top here,” she said fiercely, as he scooped his arms around
her.

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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.

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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.

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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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Summary: Azula and Sokka’s constant fighting finally comes to a head, but what happens when they both realize they’ve caught feelings? A lot of misunderstanding, a fight to the death, and mind-blowing sex, that’s what.

Notes: The majority of Part I was written for a “5 Minute Fic” challenge on my Tumblr, which ended up having 7 parts. I’ve rewritten the beginning and done some editing to make it one long story here, which is now part one of a two-part story.

I’ll be writing Part II the same way, and posting it here first in installments all week.

Thank you to everyone who reblogged, liked, encouraged, and keysmashed part one, especially @fanwright, who gave me some key, late-night feedback in a…uh…crucial moment, storywise. 😉 You guys are awesome!

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“Look at me,” Azula gasped as Sokka rocked her against the wall. His eyes fluttered open, trapping in those blue irises. She’d thought his eyes were icy before, as cold as a frozen ocean, but there was fire there, blooming, wild fire that sparked and ignited something deep inside of her.

She knew that fire, that blue glow. It was the fire that raged inside of her and oh, it was in him too… How had she never suspected that? Her head went forward, resting her forehead against his so that his breath spilled in a warm rush against her open, panting lips. She stroked the back of his neck, feeling a deep possessiveness in her.

Sokka glanced down between them, where her red, gold-trimmed dress was scrunched up in a mass between them.

“The minute you walked out in this dress all I could think of was tearing it off of you,” Sokka mumbled as the push and pull between them became a deep, hard rock that locked their bodies together. Sweat puddled at the small of her back beneath the stupid dress she’d worn to that stuffy dinner her brother had thrown for his idiotic guests.

“I’m still wearing it, so I guess we don’t always get what we want,” she said, and surprised them both with a breathless laugh. Sokka’s easy smile simmered against her lips, those bluebell flame eyes scorching her. The look in his eyes…

Oh, he knew. He knew.

“You do, Princess,” he said, his nose brushing hers, his voice that chest deep rumble that made her skin feel like it was going to unzip and spill her heart on the floor.

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Sokka surged to his feet, his mouth slamming to hers with breath-stealing force, his mouth open and eager for her. Azula felt the sweep of his tongue, felt that rush go through her again as his taste flooded her mouth. She could taste herself too, and it made her moan and wrap her arms around his neck, pulling herself up and against him.

Sokka shoved her dress up again and then picked her up. She gasped, breaking away from his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. She groaned his name when she felt him there against her, the tip of his cock there, just there… He pulled her down, impaling her with one swift thrust that had her clutching him, her nails digging into his neck, and the back of his head. Her thighs tightened as he filled her, pressing hard inside of her.

He hissed in a breath against her neck and she felt a shudder go through him. The sensation rippled through her, exploding at the place where their bodies were connected. It expanded through her womb, into her belly, her limbs, the very heart of her. “I love being inside of you.”

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