The Firelord, a man known for standing on his own feet when things got toughest, found himself lost. While he finalized the contracts for the modifications needed on the drills, the generals of the other nations spoke in whispers. The Council of Five and Queen Earth finalized their signatures, as did both the Fire Nation generals and Firelord Zuko.
The Firelord couldn't help but feel a little concerned even though they were never very close. Not to mention Azula had tried to murder him at least three times when he sided with Aang and his friends. Sunset came quickly, and Zuko had told Mai he had an important meeting to attend before he retired for the night.
As he walked the palace trying as hard as possible for no one to find him, it was strange. As he got closer to her chamber door he began feeling a heat he had not felt since… Zuko shook his head violently from side to side as if trying to shake off his conclusion.
Zuko had heard stories of the fire nation royals being inbred to a degree. "It couldn't be true could it?" The Fire Lord muttered to himself, did he love his own sister?
It was then that he felt a hand grab his roughly from the front of his robes, snapping him back to reality. Instantly he was pulled inside and pinned by Azula against a wall. As Zuko regained his composure and focused in on Azula, smirking with her palm on his chest tightly pinning him to the wall behind. "You haven't improved I see." Azula told him disappointedly. He expected nothing less than competition from Azula, even given her obvious melancholy state.
Zuko brushed himself off and straitened his night robes, they bore no special markings of his status, and as long as he wore his hair down, no one recognized him on the way there. Still however, he kept feeling like he took a great risk coming here, though he couldn't place exactly why. "What is it you wanted to talk about?" He sounded reserved as he didn't want to sound harsh, but he didn't have time for idle talk either. Mai would soon enough be out searching for him.
"It's not so much wanting to talk, as needing to tell you something." Azula began. She walked over to her nightstand by her bed and picked up a hairbrush and sat in the small sofa, which in truth could only fit two maybe three people, and started brushing her hair out. Azula, after her release from the Boiling Rock, the shock of being around common criminals had instilled in her a need for constant grooming, so constant in fact that no amount of servants could do the job for her, just as she wanted and needed. This was always her sign of needing help without needing to ask, and at that moment he could've cared less about his supposed time constraints, he was needed here. Still brushing the knots out she turned back to her brother, who had appeared behind her without a sound. "Azula." He put a hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to hand him the brush, her hand trembled as she did so.
"You're the only one I'd let take the knots out." Azula mused quietly as her brother made the first stroke through her already perfectly straight hair. "Because I know you'd take all the knots out." The second stroke went through. "And of course I know you'd be gentle." Azula's voice started to crack and she reached out for the hand that was still placed on her shoulder. She took the palm of his hand and cupped it against her cheek, and Zuko could feel the skin of her cheek, already damp from the tears she had apparently shed.
"I let you because no one else can do it the way you do." She kissed his hand. He had stopped his work and put the brush on the arm of the sofa. This worried her and immediately her mind started buzzing with questions of panic. Had she done something wrong? Was he angry? Was he going to leave? She didn't want him to leave and… suddenly he was hugging her from behind, with his arms across her chest and his hands resting on either shoulder, his head nestled in the nook of where her hair met with the back of the sofa. Her mind quieted, the buzz subsided and she sank. She sank into the embrace she had wanted to have for all these years. She gazed up at him, and slowly moved in to kiss him. The instant their lips made the slightest touch she felt him return the kiss. Azula grabbed the front of his robes and pulled him down to sit next to her, never breaking their exchange.
As he sat, Zuko wanted nothing more than to touch, to look at her. His hands reached over to her shoulders and pulled the robe open and put it down around her elbows, which she quickly slipped off, now exposing her breasts and belly entirely.
Azula broke the kiss, and now realized she had no idea what to do next. Zuko, sensing this took her hands in his and guided Azula's hands to slip his robe off in the same manner. She had somehow inched her way into sitting in his lap. They both sat there for moment and thought this over, what was about to happen. If they gave into everything they felt they would be committing treason.
As it was an age old custom (but somehow not a law) that the Fire Lord was committed to the woman he chooses as his wife, If it was discovered the Fire Lord had been unfaithful, he would be dethroned and the woman whom with the Firelord took to his bed other than his wife, would be beheaded… although there were worse consequences than that for what they were about to do… Azula could always have to explain why she looked pregnant one day when she couldn't hide it any longer.
Azula laid down with her arms near her head, and they night blurred into morning from then on for the both of them. Luckily no one noticed that both the Fire Lord and his sister hadn't gotten any sleep.
End
So so sorry the chapter came a few days behind, I had kept changing and reworking it for hours on end. The idea for the hairbrush as a thing is inspired by a woman I hold in very high regard. People have asked me however, while I was writing this wether or not there would be sexalicious scene for all of you to enjoy.I told them, "No the hairbrush took that spot, don't blame me, blame the hairbrush." Don't get me wrong, I would have loved to taken the extra day it would have taken to write the scene but... (the following sentence is gonna be the most awkward thing i've written) Deep Breath: "I do not write lemons very well, so the sex is implied by the fact that they spent the night together and didn't get any sleep." On second thought, don't blame the hairbrush, blame that sentence... boil it alive in a pot of tar. I can already picture the fanboys with pitchforks and torches surrounding the castle with that sentence screaming incoherently to just leave it in peace.