AN: Warnings for implied Ozai/Azula and implied Zuko/Azula.
It is the strangest thing Azula has ever heard. She is in her bed, her hands pressing against the bare, smooth back of her... girlfriend. Perhaps her girlfriend; Azula does not quite understand what the nature of their relationship was, only that it makes Azula's imprisonment somewhat bearable.
Ty Lee's thigh is between Azula's legs, her lips pressing against the princess's shoulder, then her neck, beating a tattoo of feverishness down her arm. The rhythm is surprisingly natural, and Azula is fairly certain that this is what bliss is.
Bliss is the unresolved burning that she almost wants to last forever. Bliss is her tongue in the mouth of the girl who wants nothing more than to be here, when she could be far away if she pleased. Bliss is the moment of reprieve when Azula spends her entire life haunting the palace like the place where she died, a ghost trapped in a confusing world.
It is when Azula slides Ty Lee onto her back, the motions no longer awkward as they were when this first started, and she kisses her breast that things change with one word. Her hand drivels down across toned muscle and a body shaking with pleasure. The moment Azula can feel her orgasm, her desire and then...
"Azula─" it repeats in shrieks of pleasure but the princess is far too confused by it to hear the rest.
Before she can say anything, those lips that were forming her name press against hers and push her down, forcing her with the strength a warrior possesses.
"What did you say?" Azula asks as Ty Lee has her fingers in her mouth.
It stops, halts awkwardly and they both are in a very uncomfortable position.
"I didn't say anything," Ty Lee says quietly, hoping Azula isn't struggling with more hallucinations. She has been doing so much better over the past few weeks.
"You said my name."
"Why would I not?" Ty Lee inquires, cocking an eyebrow. She sets her cold, damp fingers on Azula's shoulder as she looks at her. "Are you not into that?"
"I... I am," Azula says and she is far too distant at this point for it to continue.
Ty Lee lies beside her, trying to match their breathing as they try to fall asleep.
Azula thinks this is not just bliss; this might be love. That terrifies her. But she thinks it has to be because Azula has never heard that before, never heard her own name in a moan of pleasure. Always someone else's.
Ursa, associated with pain and confusion. Blame and shame, quiet, haunting nights, too afraid to move, not angry at her father, angry at the name he would moan.
Mai, associated with only raw, burning, blue hot anger. This one was possibly... her fault. But she could not help but want to claw his eyes out.
Azula, associated with... bliss. There is not another word for it.
Maybe she does love her, even for the ridiculous reason of Azula, Azula, Azula...
"I love you," Ty Lee whispers, now feeling concerned for Azula. She has no idea if she did something wrong, touched the wrong nerve, set off what could be disastrous. "I hope you're not upset..."
Azula turns over, feels the response of I love you too lodged in her throat to break free, and she kisses her. Kisses her with a passion that Ty Lee has not felt from Azula before.
"I want you to say my name again," Azula purrs with the confidence and command of a royal and Ty Lee sinks into her arms.