Sokkla Drabble

"Why did he have to bring her?" Sokka grumbled. Azula was crazy, certifiably crazy, but Zuko was trying to help her. She just got released from the asylum after setting fire to her father's bedroom, while he was sleeping in it. He survived but was permanently scarred from the flames.

She had been declared too insane to put on trial, so they sent her to an asylum until she could be rehabilitated. The DA decided not to try her when her psychotherapists found extensive evidence that Ozai sexually abused her starting at age 9 when their mother mysteriously left the home and was never seen again. Rumor had it Ozai killed her. Some think she ran away with an old lover. The world may never know.

"He's her brother. What would you do if something like that happened to Katara?"

He'd try to help her, but Azula wasn't just crazy, she was really bitchy too.

They sat down for dinner at a tapas restaurant.

It was Zuko, Mai Azula, Sokka and then Suki. Sokka wasn't sure how he got stuck sitting next to her and he tried to get Suki to switch with him, but she elbowed him in the stomach, telling him to play nice.

"Fine," he grumbled.

Azula was telling them about one boy in the asylum, Jet. "He was a chronic masturbator."

Mai dropped her fork. Zuko scolded her.

"He was. He wouldn't leave his room sometimes because he couldn't keep his hand out of his pants. He even whipped it out during our group therapy session once and started jerking it while the shrink was getting a new notebook."

Sokka could feel Suki teasing is thigh with her fingertips. She usually wasn't so forward, but this would be a good way to keep his mind off of Azula. She ran her fingertips up his thigh and then went up to the zipper on his pants. She rubbed him through his boxers, making him choke on his water before pulling his hardness out. Using the cloth napkin, she began to stroke. This feels so fucking good!

"He even demonstrated his special technique using his thumb to rub the underside of his …"

"Seriously Azula what's wrong with you?" Mai questioned.

"My therapist says I try to trivialize inappropriate sexual behavior to minimize the emotional consequences of being sexually abused repeatedly before puberty. I have no idea if he's right or not, but apparently that's what you get when you get state sponsored therapy."

Mai and Zuko tried not to challenge her anymore. This was just painful.

"Anyway, this guy managed to jerk off so many times that he couldn't get any enjoyment from sex."

"How is that possible?" Sokka questioned, his voice a bit higher from the handjob.

"He used such a tight grip that a woman wasn't tight enough anymore."

Sokka just noticed that both of Suki's hands were on the table. If her hands are on the table, then whom was jerking him off? He turned. Azula's left hand wasn't on the table. Shit!

His fly was open. He couldn't just get up and move and he couldn't scold her either without everyone wanting to know why he didn't stop her before.

"Eventually, they had to handcuff his arms behind his back to keep him from touching himself. They even handcuffed him to his bed at night. So, did you meet any interesting people at university?" she asked her brother.

"I can't say I have such colorful stories, but I did meet these firespinning artists named Ran and Shao. They perform on the weekends sometimes. It's pretty cool.

"Do you have any videos?"

"They do on their website and pictures too. It's called "

"That is interesting, isn't it Sokka!"

"Yes!" he coughed masking the moans he wanted to make as he fired his load into the napkin. He started chugging his water, trying to "clear his throat."

"Are you getting sick?" Azula questioned.

"No, I'm good."

After the dinner, Suki said, "you're right. She's just too weird right now."

"Maybe we should give her a chance," Sokka said.

Suki wasn't sure what gave him a change of heart. She assumed it was pity.

Sokka looked back and smiled. Azula smiled back. He had a feeling she was a lot of trouble, and he was just getting started.