I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender and I never will. Rate and Review, this is just my third story. I'm trying to improve my writing skills with this one. I hate being OOC with any character and Ty Lee has this Valley Girl dialect that's totally different from the way I write or speak. This is just going to start out as a series of one-shots that might branch out into a story later. I might do some fan decision thing later on for an ending if I really get into this, so follow away.

Ty Lee's Nights

She wiped her moist fingers through my hair, like I was a towel. That part was always gross but it was already messed up, so I wasn't too mad about it. She laughed softly as she pulled her sheets around herself and quickly fell asleep. Azula was fierce and rough, like a saber-toothed moose-lion, but I'd fight a platypus-bear if it would save me from one night with Mai… and she was just waking up.

When Azula came to visit me and asked for my help on her mission to catch the Avatar, it was more than to just have a friend with her. She wanted me because she wanted her toy back. We were roommates when we went to the Royal Fire Academy for Girls together. I guess she kinda had a crush on me, and we all know Azula always gets what she wants. About a week after we'd met, she started experimenting with me. She'd tell me to quit being such a baby when I told her it hurt. She'd smacked me if I moaned too loudly. She'd even burned me, although I'm still pretty sure that it was an accident, and the "A" shape was just a coincidence. I couldn't resist Princess Azula, and that had left me vulnerable to Mai.

"What are you thinking about," she asked. Her slender, strong arms wrapping around me and holding me tight.

"Oh… I was just thinking about how all the starts kind of look like- nnnf!"

"Shh," she whispered, gently pinching the tip of my nipple through what was left of my shirt. I knew I was gonna have to stay quiet. Mai knew about Azula, but Azula had no idea about Mai! If she ever found out… the thought made me shake harder than the pinching did. She tugged hard on my braid, bending my head back onto her shoulder. "You always let her have her way… you secretly love it, don't you?"

I whimpered softly, her tugging hurt, but I'm not allowed to answer back unless she says so. That was one of my rules. And to be totally honest, I really did love every second of this. All the attention… it was even better than the circus.

"Mmm," she sighed softly as she licked my neck, tasting the sweat that I'd worked up from Azula. She lifted her right hand off my body and I started to shake. The scariest moments with her are when I can't feel her hands and I can't tell what she's gonna do next. "Eyes." I closed my eyes, even though I wanted to keep them open to see what she'd do next. I was terrified, but I knew I couldn't open them. Another one of my rules.

The handle of her knife was in me so fast, I almost broke 5 of my rules. Instead I just whimpered softly, breaking one. She bit my ear, hard, and I grit my teeth, hoping my punishment would be over soon as she started twirling the handle inside me. Most times she cut herself when she used the knife. I'm not too sure she cared.

I breathed deep, my ear starting to hurt less. She started slooowly pulling the knife out and I bit my lip. In was hard, but out was always and adventure. I tried my best not to make a sound as I felt every bump and pattern of the cold steel slip out of me. She really took her time with the last couple of inches. It felt like she'd… wait… she did stop.

"Open," she whispered.

I opened my eyes and looked at her curiously. "We're going to try something different," she said darkly. I gulped, scared. She pulled me into a kneeling position by my hair and sat on the chest she kept her things in. The knife was still in me, pointing straight down, the heavy blade beginning to slip out.

"That knife doesn't come out until I take it out," she said sternly. I tensed up, I didn't want to get punished again. But there was no way I could keep it in much longer.

She opened the sash to her night-robe and spread her legs. Even in the dim moonlight we had I could see her lips were pinker than my aura at the circus. She nodded her command and I started to work, still tensing every muscle I had in me to keep the knife where it was. A minute ago I was wishing she'd used one of her stilettos, they were a lot thinner… now I was wishing she'd used her sai, the wider handle would've been so much easier to keep from falling.

But I couldn't think now. I buried my face between her thighs and got to work. At least she was tasty. She was already so wet. She really got off on what she did to me. It was kinda cute, really. I went straight for her sweet-spot. I was running out of time and I needed her to finish before I got in trouble. I swirled my tongue around the bud, hoping to get her there faster. I was starting to enjoy myself and I was already wet from Azula's earlier-

The knife hit the dirt with a soft thud. I looked up at her shocked. She smirked back, darkly. This was going to be a long night.