He enters her quarters unannounced. She sees the door open in her large mirror, and sets down the brush in her hand.
"Lieutenant Zhao," she says in a voice that hovers on the edge of irritation, "surely you know better than to enter a ladies' room without so much as a knock."
He smiles, ignoring her last words. "I'm afraid you are mistaken, Princess. The correct title would be Admiral Zhao."
"Admiral Zhao, is it?" Her lips twist into the worst form of a smirk. "A fool dressed in fine clothes is still nothing but a fool," she quotes slowly, to emphasize each and every word. "Are you familiar with that proverb, Admiral?"
He says nothing, and looks down at his feet. She takes a moment of delight in his look of fury and clenched fists.
"I didn't think so," she turns back to the mirror and picks the brush back up.
He doesn't say another word as she brushes her hair, so she continues. "I do not appreciate being kept waiting, Admiral."
"Indeed not," he takes a step closer to where she sits, and puts his hand on her shoulder. Azula twists away from him and bares her teeth; looking more like a demon than a Princess.
"What kept you?"
"Your uncle. He may or may not suspect.. You know as well as I do that the Dragon of the West will always blow smoke before snapping his jaws," he can't seem to stand still. He reaches to a candle and touches it with his fingertips; sparking a flame as if to say, Please, let's get on with the evening.
She seems to accept his gesture; getting up and striding over to where Zhao stood, Azula places her hands on his chest and breathes teasing heat across his neck. Then, just as quickly, she pulls away from him, extinguishes the candle, and crosses the room to the door.
"Unfortunately for you, Admiral, I don't believe in second chances. Better luck next time."
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A/N: Yeah, I'm gonna assume right off that this pairing isn't that popular. But hey, I like it. Means more inspiration for writing for me! Yay! Let me know what you think? :) Azula is such a badass.