Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, please don't judge. I can't help but think of lemons way too often. I'm planning on this being a twoshot of Lipstick and Lace prompts for #TyzulaTuesday but it might be longer than that. Thank you for reading. :)

Lipstick & Lace

Lipstick: Azula

I taste lipstick. Not my own lipstick. The lipstick of the girl who I am somehow for some reason kissing. It has been years, years since I decided to never forgive her. This didn't count as… forgiving her, did it? Not pressing my tongue against her colored lips and her letting me put my tongue in her mouth and…

People who hate each other can do this. Someone who I hate can put her hand behind my back without it being a nice or loving gesture. Pressing myself against her is not friendly or romantic. Just sexual.

The pounding of my pulse is physical, and pushing her onto her back is rough. See, very rough. Straddling her might be a favor, but I want it very much and I always get what I want, crazy prisoner of my brother or not. In fact, fucking my current jailer is exactly something I would do with no feelings attached.

Knotting my hand in her hair as she sighs contentedly is not anything to be ashamed about. Running a hand over her has nothing to do with affection, and the gentle slowness is simply because I am out of practice.

The fire inside of me does not mean that I burn for her like I used to.

I do not feel the rocking of the metal ship beneath me anymore.

Ty Lee draws me towards her for another deep kiss, one that streaks the light pink down to her chin makes something simmer within me. But it's…

This is all physical. I can tell because there is a needy wetness and…

"What—tell me what we're doing," Ty Lee demands. Now, that almost kills the mood.

"Just because you're my watchguard doesn't mean you can order me around like that," is not something I would say if I still thought her eyes were really very deep and almost as perfect as my own.

"Azula, we shouldn't be." She says it softly and her words are half erased before they even touch the air.

I get tired of her disclaimer hesitance and grab her by the shirt to pull her into another kiss, this time biting down on her lower lip. The kiss ripples from her lips until my entire body flutters with it. It feels good not because I care but because I'm taking it.

That much is obvious.

Her moan is distorted by my mouth against hers.

This is where I cannot turn back from this. I should but I shouldn't and I have begun preferring to do what I shouldn't do of late.

Letting Ty Lee push on me and moving off of her does not mean I am listening. It means I want what she is offering, and she is hesitantly pushing me down. She is supposed to be watching me until we reach the Fire Nation again. Watching the heave of my chest and looking at my lips streaked with her lipstick most likely is not the proper interpretation of that job.

I revel in the fact that I am irresistible enough for her to take such a risk.

Ty Lee smiles and moves off of me, and I can barely keep myself from grabbing her and pulling her back. But she begins to slide the light dress I'm wearing up very slowly, exposing more and more skin until she stops a hair below my breasts. That is definitely not what watching me meant.

I grab her hand and return it to the fabric, which does not mean I want her for more than tonight. She takes it and pulls it up, sliding her hand behind my back again and pulls the dress over my head. I can't stop my amused smirk.

Her eyes widen and then she seems to realize what she is doing. It is infinitely entertaining, and certainly not what my brother had in mind when he gave her this assignment.

I suddenly realize that this might be my last chance with her. That aches in a way that bI am struggling to explain when Ty Lee takes my nipple into her mouth and sucks tenderly on it. The feeling pulls me away and I stop bothering to convince myself that this is nothing more than sex. It obviously is not and it is perfectly fine for me to want it.

It is separate from the traitor who went from stabbing me in the back to having me on my back without a genuine apology.

My breath catches in my throat as her tongue makes it impossible to think and an impossibly hot fire burns fast through me. She kisses her way over to my other breast, the trail of lipstick fading after just one kiss – it's long gone – and begins to suck on it, using her hand to manipulate the one that is no longer warmed by her mouth. The pulsing between my legs becomes impossible to ignore. I squeeze my thighs together in hopes of achieving some kind of relief, but it's no use.

I have to give in. But it's not giving in. It's just getting what I want, isn't it?

Ty Lee moves away as if she can read my face, like I can read hers. Hers is still in love with me but will never get me. Never. Her middle finger reaches my slit and grazes along it, collecting some of the wetness that pools there. Her fiery touch then slips away like she hasn't even forgotten for a moment and begins to rub against the pulsing bundle of nerves that has been neglected for too long.

I almost want to ignore what she has done to me because of what she is doing to me.

Tonight has two souvenirs: unwanted emotions and traces of lipstick where burning kisses once were.