COLORS
Ty Lee knew kisses were made of colors.
This evening in the Fire Nation, she and Azula stood side by side at sunset. Azula's lips were tinted a brilliant red that Ty Lee could not help but admire more than the orange and pink skies. She felt bare compared to the princess, a little dirt on her cheek she failed to rub away. Ty Lee never would be as perfect as the girl she fell in love with. But Azula was not perfect. Ty Lee saw her red and raw and sobbing and wretched and grey.
Ty Lee did not think about them as sexually as she figured she would. They were just beautiful, in some weird, innocent, artistic way. Beautiful like the sunset was beautiful. She barely even thought about how they would feel against her mouth. Just liked them. Liked the color.
"What are you staring at?" demanded Azula.
"You," Ty Lee said honestly.
Azula turned to her. The sunset dipped further on the horizon and indigo streaked across the sky halfway in place of the pink.
Slowly, achingly slowly, Ty Lee moved closer to her.
They kissed, and everything became blue, a beautiful blue that no orange and pink could stomach. Ty Lee felt a surge of this warmth she could only describe as light pink. Soft pink.
They kissed, and everything became another color.
Violet like meadows in fairer yet colder lands than this one. A hue that could ease and erase any pain ever felt by any soul.
Blue like a dauntless fire in this midsummer night.
Pink like the fingers that still scraped defiantly across the darkening sky.
But they were bright, brighter than anything.
A splash of violet that colored the entire world.
That was why Ty Lee knew kisses were made of colors.