Your Wicked Garden
I wanna run through your wicked garden
That's the place to find ya
'Cause I'm alive
So alive now
I know the darkness blinds you
"Wicked Garden" – Stone Temple Pilots
"I'm scared. I think I changed my mind," Ty Lee said the moment Azula opened the car door.
"You said you wanted to do this, and I am not letting you get scared and quit on me. It will be like every time I push you through a haunted house so you can't run away."
"I hate it when you do that!"
"Ty Lee," Azula said, setting her hands on her hips. "You can wait in the car alone for the zombies to get you or you can come into the graveyard with someone who can protect you. And has both of the flashlights."
Ty Lee made the smart choice.
.
They lingered below a tree, because Azula could not possibly make this creepier. Ty Lee always played along with her macabre tastes. She watched scary movies, she went on roller coasters, she played Ouija. This was going way too far.
"Having sex in a graveyard is literally how every horror movie starts."
"Not every horror movie. Sometimes they have sex in cars or at summer camps."
"Yeah, but what if a ghost or a killer or a—"
Azula silences her with her mouth, her tongue finding her girlfriend's again. Ty Lee briefly cradled Azula's face in her hands but Azula's fingertips brushed the caress away. She was tugging Ty Lee's shirt upward, exposing her to the ice cold October air. Taking a hint and ignoring the cold and goosebumps that came either from headstones or the breeze she peeled her shirt off the rest of the way and dropped it to the dirt.
Azula's hands stilled and her eyes riveted to her gorgeous chest and shoulders and the smooth curve of her neck. Heat spirals through her body, negating the night, spiking between her thighs.
The cemetery faded from the horizons of her consciousness.
Ty Lee unfastened the buttons of Azula's crimson blouse and when she pushed the shirt down her arms, her mouth covered her girlfriend's again. She sucked on her tongue hungrily and Azula's nails dug into her right arm.
They helped each other, removing shoes and jeans and leaving nothing but underwear on. They met eyes for a moment, hardly able to see each other beneath the full moon. The darkness from sudden clouds in the sky made Ty Lee hesitate, but Azula's soft touch made her ignore it.
Slick with desire, she lay back against the tree, her legs spread in invitation. She reached for Azula, her body thrumming with need and desperation.
Azula's fingers moved between her thighs, the pleasure coiling tight inside her.
"I'm—I—" Either scared or close to coming or maybe in between, the words escaped her when Azula's teeth tugged on her nipple.
She kissed her, swallowing a moan. Her fingers rubbed her clit with unforgiving mercy. Ty Lee moaned then, a whining mewl, and her hips jerked.
With one stroke of her fingers, she felt a rush of waves.
When she became aware of what was around her again, the ecstasy faded and the terror of her surroundings filled its place.
"What is it?" Azula demanded, not anywhere near done.
Ty Lee leaned in very close, making Azula nervous for once in her life. She was afraid she would not like what she heard.
"The ghosts probably saw us," whispered Ty Lee.