A/N: This is for the Advent Calendar. It's for the prompt 'Quiet' and is just a smutty drabble with little purpose other than a sexy little snapshot.
Silent Night
They were alone in the palace in Azula's room and were on a bed and they were teenagers and so what were they supposed to do?
Probably not have sex; they were not there yet.
But no one could honestly blame them for needing to make out after spending more than two minutes alone.
The problem with that being that no one could know about this for any number of reasons. Azula was the Fire Lord's daughter, which was very terrifying to anyone lucky enough to upgrade from underling to lover.
"Be quiet. If you get us in trouble, I will murder you," whispered Azula. Ty Lee smiled in an attempt to reassure her. "You talk too much. It frustrates me to no end, and, in this case, could get us killed."
"I'll be super quiet, princess," said Ty Lee, smiling again.
Azula kissed Ty Lee, and, when she withdrew her mouth, her paramour gasped for air like she had not taken a breath for days. The princess moved her mouth down to Ty Lee's neck, suckling the skin near her ear. Ty Lee's head fell back and she stifled the squeaking moan she was fairly certain would happen.
Her breath was warm and wet and hollow on Ty Lee's throat, skittering down to the exposed valley of her cleavage. Those lips dipped lower to the swells of her breasts, her hands grazing just over her ribcage. Ty Lee took a swift breath in.
Azula was setting her up, probably. Ty Lee didn't know why she loved someone who consistently did things like— She lost all thought when Azula's tongue licked the delicate skin of her breath and she gasped, clenching her thighs together.
The princess pulled back, "I said be quiet," she softly hissed.
Ty Lee nodded and apologized, although she knew the volume was that of a whisper. As Azula hesitated, Ty Lee took the chance of moving towards her, cupping her cheek and turning her face to hers, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Touching with her tongue every part of her mouth she could reach would not make a sound.
Azula began to return it but Ty Lee's hands were softly on her breasts then and she faltered in surprise. Ty Lee slid back.
"Sorry," she whispered.
Azula replied, "I told you to be quiet," she kissed Ty Lee, and, when pressing their bodies closer, swallowed her moan, saving the day by saving the silence.
The princess moved Ty Lee's hands back to where they were and Ty Lee's thumbs pressed against her pebbled nipples through her silk dress. They weren't certain what happened if that went further than that.
Azula stared at Ty Lee for some time before she lay down. Her heart lurched into her throat as Ty Lee pushed her dress up to her hips. Azula's thighs clamped together before parting, and she tried to figure out how Ty Lee would know any of this, which made her jealous in myriad ways.
"Is this okay?" Ty Lee asked softly. Azula was relieved to hear that she seemed equally nervous.
After a beat, Azula nodded, her fingers curling into the cushion under her, and she inhaled shakily as her girlfriend's warm breath fanned over her center. Her stomach tightened in want and anticipation, mixed with some complicated sensations she did not want to figure out.
When her tongue circled the apex of her thighs, Azula discovered she would be the one struggling to follow her own orders.