A/N: Just a sweet little one shot drabble. God I hate these things, don't you. They get you no where, and leave you wanting. Well enjoy.
Rum Rose
She was tilt and a sip away from perfect. Too burgundy pink-- dazzling fizzling like heady champagne. Something drenching the palate, contorting the senses, becoming every thought, every movement, every sensation. Azula could scarcely think enough to reason with all the winery bubbles in the air, with all her liquid smooth carbonation- intoxication.
There were no words in her head like consequences. Actions penalties, ways of things. Who was she? Who were they?
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing!
She let her bruised and callused fingers, careful of the nail, up her lovers arm. Savoring the delicious sensation of skin so very smooth, so tight it made her mouth water. The very feel of it was intoxicating. Blinding her senses. All that she was, all of her piety and dutifulness fell away for a touch of that very skin, for a taste of lips so soft, for just a moment of frantic ecstasy, like a drug, that sent the world into rays of white hot light. That made her feel safe and warm and comfortable, for a moment. For a wonderful rare moment.
It was strange how frenzied she'd get. For the thousandth time she cursed her men's heart while blessing it now at the same time. Why'd she have to fall like a poor little school boy over a blushing girl, with plump little toes and lips the color of entrails. Why did her fingers seem to outwit her mind every time, putting down her superior intellect with hardly the minor protest of reason.
Even as her senses returned. Prickles of feeling shooting up the trunks of her legs. Her mind still lay dormant. Nothing could move her wayward arms. Her loving arms. Her darling lying there still. The evil sleeping bitch-thing. The pretty little devil. The heartling thing, that could make her tremble with a touch. Make the powerful Azula submit without even a command, make her beg, make her scream like a wretch. The little thing that make her need. That made her weak. Made her strong.
Her darling, darling, darling Ty Lee. Darling, darling, darling. Heady sweet like champagne. A tilt and a sip away from perfect.