So this is another entry into the Creepy/Odd Pairing Daily Drabble competition from the AtLA Fanfiction Challenges Forum.
Today's topic: Azula/Combustion Man
Azula was bored. So bored that she found herself walking the streets of Caldera city. Walking. Like a peasant. But she caught sight of a face that she hadn't seen in years. She followed the man to a bar that the lower ranked soldiers frequented. She ducked into a dark alley and pulled her royal headpiece out of her hair, then quickly pulled her tresses into a hasty bun at the base of her neck. She used the pins from her hairpiece to pin her trademark bangs back. There. The drunk peasants would never notice that she was their princess.
She entered the filthy establishment and sat down beside the large bald man seated at the bar. She ordered a drink, throwing a copper piece on the bar.
The man turned and looked down at her, the third eye tattooed on his forehead making him difficult to mistake for anyone else. He raised an eyebrow at her and waited for her to speak.
"I heard you were a mercenary now," she said, her voice pitched low, but audible to her companion.
He gave a short nod in the affirmative.
"I haven't seen you since the funeral, four years ago. You must have been close to my cousin," she went on, knowing that he would not interject. "I saw you in action just outside of Garsai and I am impressed. Is it much like controlling lightning?" Her golden gaze met his dark eyes.
She had been enamored with this man and his power since the first time she saw he and Lu Ten practice their fire bending at the royal training grounds. She would often ditch her own studies to hang around the older boys, showing off her own forms much to her older cousin's annoyance. She had even been present when the accident happened, was the one that held his remaining hand while Lu Ten ran for a healer.
"You've... gotten big, Zula," he says quietly, his voice deep and ragged as if his drink was full of ground glass.
She slid off the filthy bar stool and grabbed his hand, tugging him along with her. "Show me where it is you're staying." It wasn't a request. She had grown in many ways since she was a child that followed the older boys around. She fell the mighty Earth Kingdom with the sway of her hips and her honey'd words.
Her companion looked at her with a quiet intensity, she could tell he was interested in her. He took her to the inn he was staying at, the type that didn't ask questions when soldiers brought in women or men to their rooms. Once in his room, she sat down on the bed as if it were a throne.
He stood over her, staring down at the girl that blossomed into a woman. She stood and ran her hands along his powerful arms. He gathered her close, capturing her lips with his in an explosion of passion. She had admired him for his power and strength of will. She wanted him all to herself before the eclipse, before she would be needed in battle again.
It was like an inferno as they tangled together, he was focused and methodical, where she was unpredictable and wild. Once it was over, she lounged against his broad chest, running her fingers along the straps that held on his prosthetic arm. "How long are you going to be in town?" she purred, watching his stoic expression.
"Just tonight. Have a job to get to in the morning."
She rested her head against his chest, "A shame. But there's always next time, I suppose."
He was silent, but wrapped his whole arm possessively around her shoulders. They both knew this would be the only night they would have together. He was far too honorable about his contract jobs and she was the right hand of the Fire Lord.
She crawled up his form and pressed her lips to the tattoo on is forehead. "Agni protects." She whispered and gathered her clothes to slip back into the palace as if nothing happened.