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Assistant: Title: Perfection (Sokkla)
        Author: LateTree123 LateTree123 
        Chapter: 1/7 
        Summary: After a chance encounter in the library, Sokka and Azula’s relationship begins to heat up and change into something neither expected or can predict.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Stress Reliever
    

    


      
        
          
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    The silence within the library is even heavier at night. Azula is trying to figure out whether it creeps her out or helps her focus.    At the moment, she has spread an ocean of notes out over this table. At the moment, she is studying. She is not wondering what all these numbers and letters mean. Of course she knows what they mean, she grasps every concept given to her within minutes. She is not letting panic creep in as the thoughts of the exam these numbers and letters are on (taking place tomorrow) seep into her.    She wiggles her pencil back and forth between her thumb and pointer finger as she continues staring holes into a certain page. She has to grasp this. Perfection. That’s what she strives for, that’s what she is. How could this one thing be so difficult? Why won’t it comply with her? How could an inanimate concept not register with her genius?    Azula refuses to have a fit over measly pieces of paper. They will be understood. And she will complete this exam with the same level of confidence that she has when staring down a lap dog. (Don’t ask why she does that.)    She hears a creak behind her. She yelps and whips around in her chair.      It’s Sokka. He flinches as well at her high pitched yelp.    Azula has the misfortune of knowing him through friends of friends, and other things of the sort. “Why would you sneak up on me like that?!” She yells as she gathers herself.    “I-I wasn’t sneaking on purpose. I just saw you here in the middle of the night, which I thought was weird. I was about to come up to you, but the floor creaked. Sorry.” He says.    She huffs. “What are you even doing here? It’s late.” She says, turning back around and staring at her notes.    She hears him approaching from behind her. “I could say the same to you. I was hanging out with a friend at his dorm, and I was gonna cut through here to get back to my place quicker. But then I saw you.” He says. He pauses for a moment, she doesn’t know why, as she is still staring daggers into stupid numbers and letters. “What are you doing?” His voice is strangely soft.    “What does it look like? I’m finishing up some studying for an exam.”  She says, her knee beginning to bounce as she accidentally brought up the exam again.    Sokka is… confused. Azula doesn’t look like how she usually does. She’s missing that aura of confidence that follows her no matter what. But as he looks over her shoulder, he sees the pile of notes she has laid out. He looks to the floor and sees her knee bouncing. Is she… stressed? Since when does Azula get stressed?    “Are you… alright?” He says cautiously. He knows how much of a risk it is to question that she is anything less than perfect.    She turns around to him again, “I’m sorry, do I not look alright?” She snaps, her knee stopping for just a moment. “I am perfecting my studies, so I can continue to be the best student this campus has had in years.” She whips back to her papers, her pencil wiggling again.    Sokka can see through her b@llsh@t. He’s amused, seeing the princess of perfection, who for so many years has flaunted her achievements and talents, finally she looks like she has to do some work to earn something. That is… until Sokka takes a moment and studies her further. Besides her obvious bouncing leg and wiggling pencil, he sees her red hot glare at a single page on the table. She’s not reading it, she’s just staring at it. And the way she snapped at him just now, it didn’t feel like her signature air of superiority, it had something else. This was… anxiety? He checks his phone, it’s late.    “If you’re so perfect, why aren’t you getting your beauty sleep like your friends? I saw them going to their dorms a while ago. You know, at a reasonable time?” He prods.   “Mai and Ty Lee have clear sleep schedules for themselves. I have no such restrictions.” She says.    Sokka sighs. He may not have the best relationship with Azula, but what she’s doing isn’t healthy. He doesn’t like it. “You’re stressed.” He says flatly.    “Am not.” She snaps back. Her eyes haven’t moved from the page, she can’t for the life of her scrape these concepts into her brain. 
  F@ck.  
      Fine. She’s stressed. She’s admitted to herself. But her pride could never admit that to Sokka of all people.    “You should get some sleep.” She hears Sokka say behind her. He’s close now. She can feel him.    She rolls her eyes,  “I’ll live.”    “Azula.” He says firmly.    This makes her turn around and look up to him, her eyes still filled with sass. God, she’s beautiful.    “This isn’t doing any good for you.” Sokka doesn’t know why, but he feels determined to get her out of that chair, away from those notes.    “Why do you even care?” She makes to turn around again, but he grabs her shoulder. She looks at his hand as if it were dirt, then back up to him.    He suddenly sounds serious. “I don’t like seeing people stressed. Even if it’s you.” He says. “Get some rest. Or… at least stop giving those notes a death stare.”    Azula pauses for a moment. She tries considering his idea, but stopping her studying would result in an imperfect score on her exam. She needs to be perfect. She lets out a shaky sigh, exhaling pure nerves from her body. It makes Sokka look noticeably concerned, she speaks slowly, “You don’t understand. I need to understand these concepts, or else I’m going to fail the exam, and then…” She trails off. It’s not very often Azula has trouble with words, but this is different.    Sokka looks over at her notes. “I know what you’re studying. I can understand those concepts. “ he says.    Her head snaps between her notes and him, “What? Then why didn’t you just say that? I’m even willing to get help from you at this point.”    “Because I don’t want you up late staring at papers more than you already are.” He replies.    Azula glares at him.    Sokka doesn’t break eye contact. He speaks, “What time is your exam tomorrow?”    Azula doesn’t know what he could be getting at, but if it will help her learn the concepts… “The afternoon.”    “Then you are going to get some rest, and I’ll teach you the concepts tomorrow morning.” He says.    Azula scoffs. He’s being difficult, it would be much easier to just learn them now. But if he's being this adamant that she stop, this might be the best deal she gets.    She takes a long pause to truly let the idea settle, that she was about to agree to something Sokka proposes. She finally sighs, and begins cleaning up her notes. “Fine. But just because I stopped studying doesn't mean I’ll stop thinking about these all night.” She says from the chair.    As Sokka stares down at her, something in him… flips. He doesn’t know where this idea has sprung from, but if he would try it on anyone, it would be Azula.    As Azula cleans up her papers, she looks up and sees gears turning in his head. Something changes in his eyes. She’s seen that look before, she’s done it herself sometimes, to some pretty hunks of meat so she could have an extra warm bed some nights. For some reason, whatever she just saw in his eyes gives her butterflies. She… doesn’t hate the feeling.    “Do you want a stress reliever?” He asks, his voice suddenly… lower.   “That depends on what it is.” She says too quickly to stop herself.    “So you’re open to one? And admitting you’re stressed?” He says with a smirk.    She rolls her eyes, “You have 5 seconds before I go back to studying.”    This is Sokka’s make or break moment. This is where he decides whether or not he is about to enact one of his craziest plans to date. “Stand up.” Sokka says, trying to keep his voice steady.    “What?” She says incredulously.    “You said you were gonna keep thinking about those notes right? I’ll help with that. Just stand up.”    Azula, mixed with curiosity, stress, and the tiniest hint of butterflies, rises from her chair.     Their eyes are level now. They see each other’s minds working, neither can discern for sure what the other is thinking, which p@ss@s Azula off particularly.    “Are you ready for your stress reliever?” He asks.    “Why would I have to prepare myself to relieve stress? That sounds counter intuitive.” She says, crossing her arms.    Sokka chuckles, it’s low. It tingles something in Azula.      Suddenly, his hands are around her waist, and he lifts her onto the table.    Azula gasps, “How dare you—“    “Tell me if you want to stop.” He whispers, he’s close. Very close.  She can feel his breath against her lips. It doesn’t feel repulsive, like she expected. His presence is… nice. They linger in this moment for longer than either planned.    “What do you… mean…” Her voice trails off as she sees him slowly kneel before her. He holds eye contact with her.     Oh.     No way, right? He wouldn’t dare, right?    He kisses her knee, “Tell me if you want to stop, princess.” He says again.    Azula’s breath feels short. She has to admit, this was not what she thought when he suggested a stress reliever. But now, seeing him on his knees before her, looking up with a shade of l@st and c@cky-ness in his eyes, she’s not opposed. In fact…    She’s open to this. Very open.     It almost disturbed her how very ok she was with the fact that Sokka was about to eat her out on a library table at midnight. Almost. Right now she’s focusing on the man on his knees and the dampness growing between her thighs.    He’s waiting, looking at her, and she makes a decision. “I… I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” Trying to regain some sharpness in her voice.    He just smiles, and ever so slowly, and ever so gently, he begins parting her legs. He places soft, brushing kisses slowly up her thighs.    Sokka, even though he initiated this entire encounter, has a heart that will not seem to slow down. He gives himself some slack though, he’s on his knees before a princess after all. A princess with f@ck@ng amazing thighs. He could touch them, kiss them, feel them forever. But that’s not what he promised. He promised a stress reliever, something to calm her down and take her mind off the notes. That’s exactly what he plans to do.    His lips make their way up her thighs faster than he would’ve liked, but he can’t take his time right now. She has to rest… after he tastes her c@m.   Azula’s breath hitches as she feels his lips work their way under her skirt. Her fingers clench the edge of the table, because she refuses to let him know the effect he is having on her right now. That is… until she lets out a soft but still very audible, pleasant sigh as he traces her inner thighs.    Sokka smiles against her thigh as he hears her, and he doesn't slow down. His fingers drag up her thighs, under her skirt, and tug at her panties. “May I?” She hears from below her.    Azula just hums, and lifts her hips for a moment, feeling her panties slide down her legs. She is now bare to Sokka, of all people. He would’ve been one of the last people she would even allow to speak to her… but under these very particular circ@mstances…   She whimpers as he finally tastes her, his warm tongue easing away nerves straight from her folds. Sokka immediately becomes hard in his pants as he hears the quiet sound he’s drawn from her. His nose is doused in the smell of her, it’s all he can feel, and he’s not complaining in the slightest. His tongue drags over her, and he groans off-handedly, “You seriously think you’re not perfect?”    Azula’s head is already reclined and she rests back on her hands as she basks in his surprisingly good tongue skills. She doesn’t bother holding back moans, she’s too tired to care. She even unconsciously tightens her thighs around his head. What’s sticking to her is what he just said. Does he really think she’s perfect? Or is her p@ssy juice just hypnotizing him?    Sokka doesn’t know why he said that. He shouldn’t feed into her ego, but he’s seen the stress radiating off her in too many other people, and it doesn’t feel good. Right now, he has her moaning, thighs clenching around his head, and he’s never been more determined about something in a while. He can’t be too distracted by anything else right now, he has a girl’s p@ssy to focus on. He speeds up his tongue, not moving it from her cl@t.    Azula lets out yet another embarrassingly loud moan, “F-f@ck… Sokka…” she lets out. Her hand finds his hair, and grips it, she pulls him closer to her heat.    He hums into her, and it reverberates through her entire body like a ripple through water. She lays farther back, she’s flat on the table now, and has thrown away everything else right now.    Notes? Exam? Stress? Never heard of them.   She moans deeply, from her chest. This boy is on his knees, in between her legs, praising her, who is she to keep stressing? He’s doing amazing, by the way. His pace hasn’t slowed at all, and his focus is pin-point, his tongue dancing over and around her cl@t perfectly.    Azula can’t help herself, she ruts her hips against his mouth, “F@ck… keeping going, keep going…” She whimpers.    Sokka’s deft tongue and moans into her p@ssy reverberate pleasure and sweep away any more anxiety that lays in her body.    He hums against her once again, “You taste so good princess, can’t believe you—“    She pulls him against her p@ssy, “No talking, please.” She groans. The single moment his mouth wasn’t on her heat, his tongue deep in her folds, thoughts rushed throughout her head, and not ones she particularly enjoyed. She plans on drowning them in a very nice @rg@sm, “Just keep going, I’m close…”   Sokka follows her orders, his tongue flicking over her cl@t, not moving an inch, not wavering in the slightest. He doesn’t know why he feels so passionate about making a girl he has never had a positive conversation with cum her stress away, but he just has an… urge.    This urge drives him to ravage her p@ssy to the point she is putty at the mercy of his mouth. He hears her cock-hardening whimpers and moans, he feels her death grip in his hair, her thighs clenching around his head. She’s on the edge, and he can’t wait to finally feel her maximum pleasure against his tongue. (Only so she can finally get some rest, of course.)   Azula grinds her folds on his tongue with heated abandon. She’s so f@ck@ng close, she needs this, for so many reasons. Her shallow breath speeds up, her moans continuing their embarrassingly pleasurable sounds as she’s right on the edge.    Sokka can feel her, and he knows he was scolded for talking, but if he could just say one thing…, “Come on princess, I wanna taste you… I can feel how close you are…” he says before immediately latching onto her cl@t and keeping his pace.    The praise, the tongue, the pleasure, the elation of having someone between her legs actually try for once in a long while, it all comes to a boiling point. She moans. Her thighs squeeze his head hard enough, if she hadn’t been having a mind-blowing @rg@sm, she may have been worried for his safety. Her final, shakey, euphoric moan releases, and it’s replaced by her slow huffs as she comes down from her high.    Sokka can’t believe how turned on he is right now. He is released from her thighs, and he cleans up her folds and his lips with his tongue. She’s as good as he could’ve imagined. He slides her panties back up and under her skirt, and he stands back up. He leans over the table and looks down at her, seeing her slowly regaining her breath. His hand gently, inexplicably, reaches over and grazes her waist, “Do you feel better?” He asks.    Azula looks up at him, his annoyingly sharp jawline, his curious, caring blue eyes. She silently nods.    “Good.” He responds simply, sincerely.    She sits back up, but still rests back on her hands. Azula realizes as she grasps reality again, that once she sat up, their faces are unusually close. He doesn’t move. Sokka speaks again, barely a whisper that floats onto her lips, “Are you gonna get some rest now?”    Azula’s breath isn’t short, she is just very aware of the rise and fall of her chest, and she can hear Sokka’s as well. Her voice is quiet, as all energy (and stress) has been drained from her, yet she retains her sharpness, “I don’t take orders from you. You just provided very compelling reasons.”    Sokka smiles, and she blames her drowsiness for staring at it too long. Their voices are still soft, their faces still inches apart. Sokka says, “Whatever gets you into bed at a reasonable hour.”    This feels like the end of their conversation. He should go his way and she should go hers. But they remain.  Sokka, for a millisecond, glances at her lips.  Azula sees.  Azula, for a millisecond, glances at his lips.  Sokka sees.  Their breath, somehow aligns, and they feel as if the darkness of the library is becoming a domain for just them. But just before either can lean closer, they both snap back.    Azula grabs her notes and says, “I’ll get to bed now.”   Sokka begins walking away backwards, keeping his eyes on her. He says, “Yeah, me too. I’ll see you tomorrow—wait!”    “What?” Azula yells back. She has energy after all.    “I… I need your number… so we can figure out where to meet up tomorrow.” He says.    Azula sighs. They could just decide where to meet now, and remember. But, 1: she’s so tired from… everything to argue, and, 2: Having Sokka’s number may prove useful in the future.    She agrees. They trade numbers. They part ways, making their way back to their rooms.       Neither acknowledge the pleasant, churning feeling in their stomach that wasn’t there before they saw each other.     
  
  

    
      
        
        
          repeat: this WILL have multiple chapters, AO3 is being weird and not letting me put chapter numbers on my work right now. It’ll change once the second one is published.My battle to write good/satisfying endings continue.I hoped you like this! I also hope that I live up to expectations, I have a general outline of how I think I want this to go.Please leave comments on your thoughts, feedback, etc. Thank you for looking at my writing, and I hope you enjoy chapter 2!'
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