War


Ty Lee was perched on Azula's bed, a place she had been a thousand times before. Not in a romantic way; they were best friends, and, of course, spent many a sleepover together. Yet, over the past few weeks, the tension between them made things feel oddly sexual.

Tomorrow, Azula was going to execute her plan that Ty Lee knew was brilliant. The plan to win the war by flipping an invasion on its head.

"You get to win the war twice." Ty Lee smiled brightly with her eyes closed.

Azula walked away from the window and stood in front of Ty Lee.

"Of course I do. Would anyone expect less from me?" Azula purred and Ty Lee grinned. But then her smile faltered.

"I know and trust you and I'm sure it'll go good but I wanna tell you something before it in case y'know the enemy is stronger than we thought and it's just that I—I—I love you!" Ty Lee rambled, her cheeks flushed.

Azula froze. She did not know how to respond. No one taught or talked to her about romance. And she certainly did not know what to do when she reciprocated the feelings and they were not just a pawn in a twisted game like that throwaway boy a few weeks ago.

"That is good for you. I would expect it," Azula stiffly said. Ty Lee took a deep breath.

Then she got up on her knees and kissed Azula.

"I had to do that," Ty Lee stammered, afraid of wrath but faced with a wide-eyed princess. "Just once."

Azula managed to nod.

A kiss goodbye was not too out of line.

And she quite liked it.