AN: This is a series of close-to-lemons (drabble smut) for Tyzula Tuesdays.
Sweet Surrender
.1. Crimson
Azula wants to watch her scream.
Azula wants to taste her blood.
Azula wants to be that horrifying type of seduced when control disappears and isn't coming back anytime soon. Because Princess Azula has never let herself give in and she wants to, but she thinks the sexual attraction might be some odd sort of bloodlust and not just regular lust.
Because she hates her but wants to be with her. Because she loves her and she'd kill her and Azula hasn't quite made up her mind.
Ty Lee drips with rubies; she decided to splurge on jewelry the minute they got back from Ba Sing Se. She looks almost dazzling, but Azula has developed a steely resistance to the fire inside of her that demands consumption of that girl.
But those rubies are being stripped away more quickly than Azula's crimson robe. She is quite glad that she is wearing the pretty one and her pretty underwear, because she has to say she was not expecting this. Azula hates the unexpected, and so she should hate the fingers trailing loosely down between her ribs and then further.
"Can we do this?" Ty Lee asks as she suddenly feels uneasy.
"Yes," Azula says and she tries to release control and sink into the silky crimson sheets that engulf her in the bright red of either dominance of desire or both.
Ty Lee is excruciatingly slow about it until Azula's fingernails are so deep into her skin that she lets go of her attempts at control in an instant. Their lips hit, maybe miss, Azula bites down, and bites hard because she is far beyond any rational thought.
"I'm keeping going," Ty Lee says because the kiss tastes metallic and she isn't sure if she likes the idea of bursting the sexual repression around Azula right now.
All the same, she fucks her with three fingers and her thumb working her clit, using just the right pressure. Azula has no idea what Ty Lee is doing but she is not reconsidering because she has never been so close to ecstasy before.
Nothing matters because the touch burns like a raging, raging fire and Azula is trying harder than she should to keep quiet because her father really is just down the hall and maybe the moaning she is trying to suppress and the gasps are going to destroy her life but then she shatters around Ty Lee's fingers and is very grateful that the acrobat swallows the scream with a bloody kiss that leaves their lips colored.
Azula jumps, jumps up.
"Did I do something wrong?" Ty Lee squeaks, torn from rapture and only now just noticing the redness of her back and the pain there.
"I thought I heard something. My father would not look kindly on this."
"We could…"
"Again," Azula orders.
And they are submerged in sweat-soaked crimson sheets again.