WEEK ONE -- BURNING
Sokka sighed as a bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face. He wiped it from his cheek as he shifted in his spot. This was uncomfortable. Just the way she was looking at him was driving him mad! With her golden eyes only half open, she was peering up at him through her eyelashes. And her lips had curled into a sly, playful little smirk. He had a feeling this was all a part of some plan. That's just how Azula was.
When she pressed her body closer to him, Sokka bit his lips together. His heartbeat sped up a little more. He didn't even think that was possible at this point. Sokka wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even further against his body. She gave a contented moan, snaking her arms around his neck. Where her skin touched his, Sokka felt like he was on fire. It was like a million tiny sparks setting him ablaze.
...But it wasn't an unpleasant feeling...
She started caressing his cheek, looking up at him with those big, sultry eyes again. Azula was saying something to him but Sokka paid no attention to what it was. He was too busy imagining what it'd be like to touch more of her skin, every last inch of it. He was too busy imagining his lips pressed firmly against hers, their tongues battling for dominance over the other. Sokka closed his eyes, getting lost in his fantasies of Azula's bare body, her hair cascading around her perfectly...
"Are you even listening to me?" Azula asked suddenly, smacking the side of Sokka's head.
"Yes!" Sokka assured her, she eyed him suspiciously.
"Then what was I talking about?" Azula questioned.
"Uhhh..." Sokka trailed off, "You were talking about Zuko?"
"No," Azula said flatly. She rested her head on Sokka's shoulder again, "What were you thinking about that was more important than what I had to say?"
"...Things," Sokka replied dumbly.
"Right," Azula smirked, "You can just stop thinking about those things. We're only cuddling."
The rain was cold. There was no doubt about that. It was the kind of temperature that chilled you right down to the bone. But even as Sokka continued to let her peel his clothing off his body, he didn't care. He kissed her hungrily, his hands entwined in her wet hair. He plucked the gold hairpin from her topknot, causing her hair to fall around her face in damp chunks. He tossed the pin to the ground. She didn't care. Azula was too busy letting her hands wander over his bare chest and pulling him closer.
Sokka trapped her between him and a tree. He moved his hips against hers, bringing a small moan from her lips. He started removing her clothing as well. She was a firebender, she could handle the cold. Using the tree to her advantage, Azula wrapped her legs around Sokka's waist. He moved his hands down her body, over her sides and hips. Over her ass, her thighs. She bucked against him as he lifted her up a little higher and started placing kisses down her jaw and neck.
"I hate you," she moaned. Sokka smirked against her skin.
"I know," He breathed, thrusting his hips into her again, harder. He kissed her lips, softer this time. Sokka wasn't cold. Far from it, in fact. Like usual, whenever Azula was around, he was burning. He always felt like his life was in imminent danger when she was near, but he didn't care. Maybe he was insane but there was no where else he'd rather be.