Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.
- Robert Frost
This drabbleset was inspired by the Zucest kissing meme on DeviantArt
Kiss on the back
In the middle of the night, Zuko shifts closer and kisses Azula's back, right where the curve of her spine begins.
She stirs, to hide the want waking in her belly. She burrows deeper into her pillow, voice muffled. What she says sounds something like 'what, Zuzu?'
"I'm sorry. Were you sleeping?" He asks and she rolls over to look at him, eyes narrow, but clear. As if she had never fallen asleep at all. She was always ready, wasn't she?
"My eyes were closed, weren't they?"
"That doesn't mean you were asleep. You always lie, remember?"
Kiss on the neck
The next night, it is Azula's turn.
She pins him down easily, hands gripping his wrists tight enough to bruise. She was much stronger than she looked.
"We're going to play a game, Zuzu," she purred, with that upturn of the corner of her mouth. He shivers. There was never any way of telling what was behind that smile.
"What game, Azula?" He asks, breathless with anticipation.
"Let's see how long it will take to break you." She leans down, flames kissing his neck before her lips follow suit.
Zuko would sport another scar in the morning.
Kiss on the shoulder
In the morning, Zuko and Azula must return to being siblings. Which is not so hard when you think about it.
Zuzu is Fire Lord and politics the day away. Azula is only the Puppet Master and must wait for the opportune moments to move her Pai Sho tiles across the board. So she bends to keep her form.
It is inevitable that Zuko passes the bending court during the day and when he does, he catches sight of the nuance in Azula's bending. It is a signal, carrying the weight of the world to Zuko.
Want you. Now.
In his chambers, she waits by the window. He kisses her shoulder to greet her.
French Kiss
"Do you love me?" Zuko asks that night.
Azula looks at him in the mirror, brow furrowed. "Why would you ask me that?"
"Morbid curiosity." He laughs a little. Azula did not love. There were only varying degrees of hate. She is Ozai's child, after all. "So, do you love me?"
"Do you love me?" She counters and gets up, to cross the room. She stands at the foot of the bed, arms folded.
He gets up, and places his hands on her shoulders. "Probably more than I should. Now will you answer my question?"
She pushes his hands away then curls her fingers in his hair. "Maybe." And she kisses him before he can protest.