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Azula wanted to pretend she knew what she was doing. Usually, her lies made her life easier and she always succeeded at masking any imperfections. But over the tumultuous years, Ty Lee had absolutely seen her at her worst. Broken down and out of her mind on their bedroom floor, exhausted and bitter, with knots in her hair, sweaty on a hot summer afternoon.

It was a successful lie that was now ruining her evening.

She and Ty Lee had talked and joked about other relationships. Azula pretended to have those, and she even made up a very convincing story about losing her virginity.

That never happened.

There was no need for Ty Lee to know.

But now Azula was in hot water. Very hot water.

"Why haven't we?" Ty Lee whispered. She wrung her hands as she watched Azula's expression change. "Is there something wrong with me? Are you…?"

Azula would love to say that she just found Ty Lee unsatisfactory, but she wanted this relationship to last. It pleased her, and she did not easily let go of things that pleased her.

"I haven't been entirely truthful with you, Ty Lee," Azula said.

Azula fervently hated coming clean.