#(also sorry to those who would've liked to see the ramen battle directly

[seyaryminamoto]

Scenes of a Peaceful World: Sokkla Saturdays 2024

Day Two - Pleasure

Rated: M

On FF.net//On AO3

The fire that burned in Sokka's throat would ease up in time… for now, though, it served as a painful but welcome reminder of what he had succeeded at doing on that momentous day.

Ten full courses of ramen were more than any normal person could handle. Spicy ramen? It was madness, but madness they had jumped into eagerly, with eyes wide open.

There was also the fact that, with the dragons' appearance, the whole matter had evolved into a full-blown festival in the streets of Firelight Town instead of a mere visit to the Dragon's Casserole – Jiare's restaurant. The name, naturally, pleased Xin Long: he and his draconic siblings basked in even more spicy ramen than Sokka or Azula had…

The kids had eaten recklessly as well, if not the spicy variety of ramen. They had gone to sleep already, in the room the three of them would share, while Sokka and Azula had their own quarters at the inn. Their social station merited the very best rooms for their family's use – and the parents certainly wanted privacy in case matters between them took the turn they often did…

It happened rather quickly after the mandatory nap resulting from eating in excess: Azula had woken Sokka upon leaving their bed to head to the bathroom. An attempt to cuddle and fall asleep again resulted in conversation, which then spiraled into far more intimacy than they'd meant to go for, just yet.

"I… I'm quite ready now," Azula laughed, legs spread, as her husband lapped at her folds greedily.

"You sure? I can go on for longer…"

"You've eaten a lot today, love… and I'd like some fun with another of your best assets now."

"Heh. One of my best assets, is it?" he smirked against her groin. Azula laughed. "My wife's a pervert."

"You're pleased that I am… don't pretend otherwise."

Sokka chuckled, rising over his wife on the bed, kissing her heartily. Their round of lovemaking took place once it was dark outside, with the voices and sounds of rambunctious laughter and song drifting upstairs from the inn's tavern and the town's streets. It only happened, too, because the children were fast asleep, and most likely would not wake until morning. Thus, hidden away within the room they had locked up, for good measure, they were free to indulge in their intimacy with abandon, with Sokka sitting with his back against the bed's headrest, the pillow cushioning his lower back, his legs flexed so Azula could sit on his lap, grinding against him as she rode his shaft.

She moved slowly, indulging in every blissful sensation, eyes half-lidded, lips parted and often engaged with his in long, lazy, deep kisses. Their motions, slow and smooth, starkly contrasted with those of their earlier years: quick bursts of energy, impulse, chasing a release as soon as possible, for who knew when would be the next time they could get away with their wild escapades?

No such troubles plagued them anymore. They could take their time now. They could savor the pleasure, beat by beat, without worrying about what the future might bring.

Sokka's hands roamed over her flanks, settling on her hips at times, dropping to her rear later, rising back to her breasts and fondling them mischievously, too. She swayed against him, arms locked around his neck, breathing deep as her sultry moans spilled out into their kisses.

"The more we do it this way… the more it grows on me…" Sokka chuckled, brushing his lips against her neck, sucking on it teasingly. Azula moaned and sighed, eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch fully.

"Maybe we're getting… old…?" Azula suggested, with a teasing smirk. Sokka chuckled.

"Good. That was the point," he smiled. "Growing old with you… spending our lives together."

"Ah… we did promise each other that, didn't we?" Azula chuckled, brushing his hair with her fingers before kissing him long and deep.

Pleasure rushed between them, coursing and rising, ebbing as their arousal built and soared. Sokka's hips thrusted upwards eagerly once he felt his release approaching, and Azula's panting, accompanied by her erotic moans, triggered his climax mere instants after she found her own.

They didn't stop kissing even so. Their closeness didn't cease, didn't diminish, as Azula slowed the thrusting to a halt gradually, pressing her body fully against his. Their lips hardly had parted when they smirked mischievously, at the same time.

"Always the best reward for finishing the Spicy Ramen Challenge," Azula decided. Sokka chuckled.

"Agreed," he said. "Though… I still finished first."

"While crying because the spice in the final bowl was too intense, yes…"

"Hey, now, Jiare amped it up just to give you an edge, I know she did…"

"You accuse our esteemed ramen connoisseur of being biased?" Azula gasped, feigning outrage. Sokka chuckled. "How dare you…!"

"She's biased, just as much as I am," Sokka smiled fondly, cupping Azula's cheek. "I love you."

"And I love you," Azula smiled. "I love picking unnecessary fights with you, too."

"I'm aware. Always have been," Sokka kissed her softly, pulling her close for a tight hug. "Just saying… if she's biased in your favor, it's something she and I have in common."

"Does that mean you relinquish the victory to me? Are you biased still, when it means you'd lose…?" Azula asked, amused. Sokka snorted.

"Hey, now. There are limits to my generosity…"

"No doubt," Azula laughed. Sokka chuckled, hoisting her off himself only to press her on her back against the mattress.

"I won't give up… but I know you won't, either," he said. "Meaning… we'll have to come back here next year to settle who won."

"Ah, next year, then?" Azula smirked. "I look forward to it."

Sokka dove in, as enticed by her smiles as ever: they were ready to seal that new deal in the most pleasant way, succumbing to each other one more time.