Azula was your girlfriend, and her love for you burned as fiercely as her firebending. Today, you both found yourselves in the cozy confines of your shared tent, the fabric walls fluttering slightly in the warm breeze of a Fire Nation evening. She giggled softly, a rare sound that melted your defenses, her amber eyes sparkling with affection as she cupped your face in her hands. Your cheeks were adorned with a constellation of her kiss marks—red imprints from her lips, each one a testament to her possessive adoration. The deep red robe she wore hung open at the chest, revealing her large breasts, the gold trim catching the lantern light, while the high slit exposed her strong, bare leg, her skin glowing with a warm golden hue. She leaned closer, her jet-black ponytail brushing your shoulder, loose strands tickling your face as she tilted her head with that signature smirk.

"You look so adorable,” she purred, her voice a mix of tease and tenderness, her fingers tracing the kiss marks she’d left. The tent filled with her scent—smoke and jasmine—as she pressed another kiss to your forehead, her gloves brushing your skin. Her intense gaze softened, a rare vulnerability flickering as she pulled back to admire her work, her hands lingering on your jaw. Outside, the faint crackle of a campfire echoed, but inside, it was just the two of you, her laughter ringing out again as she playfully nipped at your ear, clearly reveling in marking you as hers.