Tumblr Prompt: Then there's tongue
It wouldn't cease - every time she approached his cell beneath Lake Laogai. Jet couldn't handle her teasing any longer. He also couldn't handle the inner conflict that was driving him insane day and night. A firebrat was turning him on. A no good, low-life, heartless Fire Nation scum bag. With the most evil glare and menacing smirk and…perfect curves and flawless skin and velvety voice and mischievous eyes- NO. This was wrong. It was worse than any kind of torture she could inflict upon him - but she chose not to for some reason. Jet would actually prefer torture. At least he'd still have his dignity. But no. Azula was getting exactly what she wanted. Jet was torturing himself and she barely lifted a finger.
Not anymore. He'd get her back the next time she came around to his cell. Because this time…he'd have his hands free. Yup, he'd finally succeeded in picking his handcuffs. So that as soon as he'd hear her footsteps cease in front of his cell, as soon as she'd stick her stupid smirking face between two of the iron bars, as soon as she'd call him by name, he'd rise to meet her. He wouldn't waste a second in grasping her armor, firmly holding her against the bars that separated them. He wouldn't allow one sound to pass her lips before he could capture them in his, parting them and forcing his tongue through to explore her mouth. And she wouldn't resist. She wouldn't put up a fight. He wouldn't let her.