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I’ll leave with Yue

“You shouldn’t be here, Councilman.” She said, and those five words were already shattering his heart, even though it was probably just the last, the one doing it. They were both smart enough, to know her choice to refer to him by title, was not unintentional. She was putting distance. It was like their very first encounter all over again.

He ignored her, he couldn’t let her do this today, and moved further into the room, shedding his outer robe as he went, and finding her sitting in the middle of the bed, still on her gorgeous dress, knees hugged to her chest. His heart broke yet again.

“I mean it, we cannot do this anymore, and you know it.” She turned to him, and he was tempted to toss caution to the wind, and march right now to the Fire Lord and the shining Fire Lady to tell them everything, if it meant he could erase the pain from the golden of her eyes.

“I know.” His voice was hoarse, and he winced as he said it, and by La this was harder than he’d thought.

Sokka climbed to her bed, pretending he didn’t see her shoulders tense, and knelt behind her, his fingers slowly working on removing the pins keeping her hair in that intricate updo, like he’d done many times before. Granted, it usually happened later. After they were sated, spent, his hands burning from caressing her skin, her lips full and raw from his kisses, and her hair a tangled mess from the lovemaking.

But today everything was different. Today it was all over. Zuko had finally married Katara, and what they had started as a drunken mistake, a stupid game- one where they both teased, and vexed, and ignored, and danced around each other, until they couldn’t take it anymore, and fell on the first surface available, a mess of blue and red, hands working desperate on removing the layers of clothes, the bandages, the walls they had up to keep the other one out- it would all end today.

It had been agreed like that. They were adults, they could handle it, they were not in love by any means. It meant nothing.

“Please Sokka, don’t- I can’t, if we do this…” Her voice was a plea, one he wished he’d never had to hear. One that, had he known how it would tear at his chest, would’ve never allowed to happen. Her lips should not plead like this, but for him to stay, to kiss her, to-

“We won’t. I swear.” He removed the last barrette, and her hair cascaded down the pale skin of her back. “But please, let me stay tonight. I’ll leave with Yue.”

It had started like that. When they stopped pretending it was only sex, but were both too afraid to acknowledge anything else, too stubborn to come forward, two hopeless fools.

I’ll leave with Yue, Sokka would say, and she would allow him in with feigned reluctancy, and smart words on her viperine tongue. Oh, how he loved to shut her up. Push her against a wall, the wood of her canopy bed, the thick rug in the middle of the room, and pleasure her until the only word out of her her pretty lips was his name.

“No one can ever know.” She said after a while, as his fingers played with her hair, letting the silky strands soothe the pain coursing through his body. “Sokka, if word gets out, they will make it impossible for Zuko and Katara.”

He sighed, and let his head fall forward, forehead resting on her shoulder, and his lips burned to kiss her shoulder blade, down her spine, up her neck, every inch of her.

It’ll be our secret, she told him, the night their siblings announced their engagement, pulling him into her room, and caressing his worries away. She’d been so uncharacteristically soft that night, that he’d hoped to wake up next to her in the morning, but the rule had been enforced, and with the last trace of the moon in the sky, he’d left her.

“Azula, I-” He started, but her lithe fingers on his jaw silenced him. A fingernail played with the hair of his beard, and he closed his eyes, lips pressing down on the pulse point in her neck.

“I know, I promise.” She whispered, and shifted to face him, a hand letting his hair free from the wolf tail, and another pushing him back down on the bed.

She laid on his side, and he hugged her tight. No other word needed, they stayed there, letting the last hours of night escape their grasp, until the sky started to clear, and Yue became more and more transparent, and it was time for him to leave, before the sun made its appearance.

As Sokka was getting up though, her fingers closed on his wrist, and he held his breath, his mind willing his heart not to read more into it. He turned to find her golden gaze mistied, and it took all the strength he didn’t know he had, not to kneel right there, and beg for them to go away, hide somewhere, be happy together.

“Me too, Sokka.” His chest constricted with her words, he gave a brief nod, and her hand opened, to set him free.

As he left her room, the moon disappearing, and the sun rising, Sokka wondered if he’d ever be able to see the sky again.