Woo, managed to get this one in under 16 typed pages (it was only 11 this time). Anyway, this one picks up right where the previous chapter left off, and has the steamy Zuko x Azula scene, so those of you who don't want to read that have been warned. Not totally confident I'm getting Azula right here, and I'm having some hesitance over all. Read the newest stuff from Madame Atomic Bomb, who is my favorite author. Her works are the best Zuki stuff on the site, so as I have said before, if you haven't read her works, give them a read. 'The Queen of Beauty' especially was amazing. Sorry, advertisement over xD Thoughts are always welcome, enjoy ^^
Time seemed to stop as Zuko's eyes stared directly ahead, the golden spheres locked on the face of his younger sister. Her soft, ruby lips pressed firmly against his own as her hands gripped the back of his shirt in an attempt to pull him closer. The tips of her slender fingers began to dig into his back, his breath hitching a bit as he attempted to reclaim control of his mental faculties.
Thoughts seemed to start then fizzle out in the face of the searing heat pressed against his lips, his mind finding it difficult to process what was happening. 'What's that... why is she... when did we... am I dreaming... is this really... she tastes so good...' The last thought brought a moment of clarity, the taste of her cinnamon flavored lip gloss filling his mouth as her tongue rubbed against his lips, seeking entrance to his warm mouth.
"Azula, what are you doing?!" he asked incredulously, his heart beating like a jackhammer as he grabbed the younger girl's shoulders, holding her body a short distance away from his. Zuko watched as her eyes fluttered open, a dreamy look of inexplicable bliss on her face as the thoughts began to click into place in her own mind.
"I-I... I knew this was going to happen," Azula said hesitantly, shifting her gaze away from the young man, not daring to look into his golden eyes. The girl's chest felt heavy, as though she were pressed underneath a large weight. Air all seemed to escape her lungs at once, her breathing becoming erratic as Zuko enclosed her in a warm hug.
"Calm down," he said simply, his deep voice brushing teasingly on her right ear as he embraced her, whispering for her to breathe. The simple words made her feel warmer, the weight in her chest lifting slightly as he rubbed her back. As he pulled back a bit, Zuko looked into the girl's face, wiping a stray tear with his right index finger. "I'm just kind of confused. What was that all about?" he asked, his voice alight with concern as he looked into her eyes.
The ebony haired girl averted her gaze, feeling her cheeks flush simply looking at him straight on, memories of only a few moments ago playing in her mind. "You must think I'm some kind of monster..." she muttered darkly, her body tensing as she attempted to remove herself from his grasp, finding his grip firmly around her.
"I don't think you're a monster. I never have," he responded, his eyes closing slightly as he loosened his grip on the younger girl, watching as a gust of wind grabbed her long black hair, the ebony locks fluttering softly in the breeze. "I'm just confused." An understatement if he had ever experienced one in his life.
"You don't need to lie to me, Zuko. I know you've always been terrified of me. I know you've always thought I was some kind of horrible existence to you," she said sadly, turning away from the young man. Zuko felt his heart break as he noticed the quiet solitude of the girl's back, the atmosphere from her nearly suffocating him where he stood.
"Only because you've always enjoyed tormenting me, making my life miserable," Zuko replied, taking a step towards the young woman.
"That's just how it was at home." Neither would be able to refute that statement. Zuko knew full well how stifling and hostile the atmosphere was in their home growing up.
"All the more reason that what just happened is confusing," he said, watching through the pale light as her grip tightened, her slender fingers digging into the flesh near her elbows, arms resting firmly against her stomach.
"You think I don't know that?!" she spat back, her voice desperate, confused, hurt.
"Then why...?" he asked, not knowing exactly how to phrase it. It was certainly not his first kiss. Far from it, as he himself knew. But as the subtle hints of cinnamon lingered on his lips, he had a feeling he would never forget the feel of her lips on his. They were warm. Hot. Burning. As though the small puffs of flesh were made of pure fire. The light tingle of hot cinnamon added to the feeling, his own lips still burning a bit as he pictured it.
It wasn't like Ty Lee's soft, sweet kisses. None of the playful teasing or sensitivity that marked the younger girl's affections. Nor was it like Jin's understanding, purely romantic kisses. None of the promises of deep devotion or of calming bliss. He loved both girls, there was no doubt in his mind. And he loved their kisses, the depth of feelings on their lips when they pressed against his. But Azula's were different.
Heat. Passion. Danger. Unbridled hunger, a promise of both unimaginable pleasure and wild unpredictability. Everything that was Azula he could use to describe her kiss, and for a moment, he found himself forgetting that she was his sister. Forgetting that she was anything other than a beautiful, intelligent, dangerously magnetic young woman. She was the type of person that no one could keep their eyes off of, whether in sheer terror reserved for a dangerous enemy, or to stare at her unmarked beauty.
"I couldn't help myself," she said, slowly turning her head towards her older brother, biting down on her lower lip as she looked up at him. His chest throbbed at the sight of her, the innocent air of vulnerability surrounding her causing a slight flutter in his stomach. Every ounce of reason in his mind screamed at him, trying to get him to think straight, to realize that this situation was dangerous for any number of reasons. But she always did have a way to mess with his mind, to make any bad idea sound like an absolutely genius move. In some ways he knew he would always be her pawn on a chess board, moving at her whim regardless of his conscious thoughts.
"Couldn't help yourself?" The words fell from his lips with almost no effort, his face tightening as he noticed the slight hint of hope or longing on his voice. For a moment neither of them spoke, each attempting to breathe in the still clearing. Zuko was only barely aware that he had closed the distance between them again, the soft flowery scents of her shampoo filling his nostrils as he reached up, brushing a few stray strands of her alabaster locks behind her ears.
The fluttering in his chest grew stronger as he felt the girl's cheeks nuzzle his palm, the blood tinted lips curling into a soft smile, somewhere between Ty Lee's impossibly bright grin and Jin's almost feline smile. "You must know what that's like, ZuZu," she said simply, the name sending a shiver through his body. He usually hated the nickname, feeling as though it were childish and silly. But at that moment, he found it not nearly as unpleasant as when they were kids. Every bit of common sense told him that what he was thinking was wrong, that he should back away and talk to her like a normal person. But as he looked into her eyes, he felt all reason disappear out the window as it always did in her presence.
"It always gets me in trouble," he said, caressing the younger girl's cheeks with his thumbs as he watched the moonlight illuminate her pale features.
"Always such a burden on the people closest to you," Azula teased, a hint of truth mingled with the playful tone of her voice. Zuko couldn't help but smile.
"We can't all be as perfect as you, Azula." His voice sounded more jealous than he had meant, but the way her smile grew at his praise made him happy regardless.
"Naturally. Someone has to stand at the top, to provide a goal for the rest to shoot for," she said, her natural ego coming through for a moment as she hooked her arms around his neck, fingers interlacing against the nape of his neck as she pulled him forward.
"You don't have to if you don't want to." Zuko looked into the girl's eyes, watching the sparkle as the amber pools reflected the ghostly light from the moon. "It's pretty lonely at the top, after all," he continued, his palms pressed flatly to her cheeks as he attempted to somehow convey the warmth of his body to hers with the gesture.
Azula twitched ever so slightly at his words, a deep flutter in her stomach as she buried his face in his chest once more. The soft earthy scents emanated from his body, a mix of grass, and sweat and his shampoo that all gave him the unique aroma to her nose.
"Who else is going to do it?" she asked. Zuko gave the girl a reassuring pat on the head, his fingers running easily though the silky locks of black hair. Moving his hands down her face, he cupped her chin, gently tilting her head so that they were eye to eye once again.
"Someone will always find a way to be on top," he said, blushing as the double meaning ran through his mind. "Wait, that's not what I meant!" he exclaimed, his mind blanking a bit as the words sounded between the two teens. Being a teenager was very inconvenient sometimes.
"Promises, promises," Azula said, a soft giggle escaping her lips as the double entendre did not escape her notice. Zuko groaned to himself as the words hung in his mind, realizing how silly and deeply inappropriate they could sound.
"Ugh, why can't I ever speak clearly when I want to," he muttered to himself, taking a deep breath as he attempted to calm himself. Suddenly a thought occurred to him, his eyes widening as he realized what the younger girl had said. "Wait, what are you talking about?"
"You always were a little slow on the uptake, ZuZu," she said, closing her eyes as she again captured his lips, the crimson puffs of flesh pressing firmly against his mouth. All the things he should have been telling himself, all the things he should have been thinking seemed to disappear in the heat of her lips against his. Her tongue pressed past her lips, pushing gently against his as she sought entrance to his warm mouth.
Zuko caught a soft moan escape her lips as he pressed his tongue against hers, conscious thought leaving his mind as he massaged the younger girl's tongue. Azula let her hands rise up his neck, running her fingers slowly through the messy black locks of hair atop his head. The silky smooth strands slipped easily between her fingers as she sucked gently on his tongue. The girl jumped as she felt his hands roaming along her back, running slowly down the taut muscles before resting on her well toned ass.
"Mmmm..." she moaned, feeling his strong fingers gripping her butt, her own fingers digging into the skin on his scalp as she bit teasingly on his bottom lip. Pulling away slightly, the ebony haired girl ran her tongue slowly against his lips, teasingly tasting her lip balm on him. Zuko leaned forward, this time initiating the kiss himself. Tensing the muscles of his arms, he pulled the girl's body tightly against his, the growing discomfort in his loins wedged firmly between their bodies.
Breaking the kiss, Zuko looked into the girl's amber eyes, hesitance showing in his face as his mind began to kick back into motion. Azula's mind was quicker, and sensing his hesitation, she decided to make his mind up for him. With one quick motion, she practically launched herself onto the older teen, the suddenness of the gesture causing them to fall swiftly to the ground with a thud. Zuko groaned as he felt the ground firmly smack him on the back, his breath leaving his lungs all at once. The soft rustling of grass and leaves filled the small clearing, the ebony haired girl licking her lips as she again crushed her lips to his, warmth exploding from deep within her.
The young man felt his heart beating harshly in his chest, breathing difficult as her lips pressed firmly to his, their tongues meeting and massaging back against one another. Nerves seemed to explode with sensitivity, his skin burning anywhere their bodies came in contact. Zuko's eyes widened as he felt her grind herself down against him, the dark hues of her skirt riding sensually up her thighs as she ran her hands along his toned body, tracing the outlines of his taut muscles through his shirt. He watched mesmerized as she broke the kiss, leaning back, arching her back as she bit seductively on her bottom lip, the glistening ruby puffs reflecting the soft light from the moon.
Nothing else seemed to exist in the world at that moment to either of them. Zuko's topaz tinted eyes simply watched her soft, easy movements. Silky ebony hair flowed and swayed with each gyration of her well trained body, the fabric of her suit stressing at all the appropriate spots. Even without seeing her bare, he could tell that her body had filled out quite nicely. Soft pricks of grass ran lazily against his palms, the organic material heating up as his skin maintained contact. His body shivered as he watched and listened to her, soft, sensual moans slipping easily past the strawberry hued lips, his heart skipping a beat at the sound. She had him completely at her mercy, locked in place with each sensual movement.
He watched her move, his lips feeling warm with the thought of her lips. But as time passed, they began to ache, his body craving more of her luscious lips. Reaching up, he clasped his palms to her cheeks, gently guiding her down to him again, pressing a searing kiss to her lips. A groan escaped his own lips as she cupped his fully erect manhood, and he could feel her lips curling into her trademark smirk against his mouth, the gesture exciting him somehow even more. Slowly he slid his hands down her body, his thumb and fingers tracing her angular jaw, before sliding them further down, memorizing each subtle curve of her sensual body. The material of her formal suit did nothing to hide her body from his grasp, his manhood twitching with each new curve he caressed.
As he reached the hem of her skirt, he hiked the material more up towards her hips, the pale skin of her thighs obscured by black panty hose. The girl bit seductively on her lower lip, wiggling her ass teasingly against him, her breath hitching as she felt his manhood pressing against her. His mind raced as he wished to feel her bare skin against his hands, to taste all the depths of her that lay obscured by obstinate fabric. A soft wince ran down his body as she leaned in before nipping at his lip, a small trickle of blood sliding to the corner of his mouth before dripping idly down his chin.
The girl's eyes burned with a glowing passion, a desire to make him hers. He felt the girl tug on the waist of his pants, both eager to get to the main attraction. There was no romance, no unspoken gesture or words of love and affection. They both felt the same burning desire for release, to enjoy in the promises of carnal delights. As he felt the material slide down his body, he lifted his hips, the pants and boxers catching slightly on his erect manhood. A soft moan escaped his lips as the cloth rubbed against his sensitive organ, eliciting a soft giggle from the younger girl atop him.
Sensing a chance to get even, he ran his hands roughly along her inner thighs, the girl yelping a bit as he pressed firmly against her cloth covered womanhood. He smirked up at her, sensing the intense heat emanating from her, his index finger hooking slightly as he gripped the thin material. With a subtle shifting of his hands, he made a small tear in the nearly transparent fabric, Azula pushing down against him as she slipped his pants and boxers down to his mid thigh.
Ruby lips glittered in the soft light cascading down onto the two teens, her tongue flicking out as she licked her lips in delight. Shifting herself slightly, she placed the erect manhood against her pussy, only the lacy black material of her panties separating their sexual organs from directly coming in contact. Her chest heaved as she panted for breath, his warmth passing nearly unabated through the slightly dampening fabric.
"Mmmm... Zuko... hurry up..." she mumbled between moans, her black hair cascading lazily down her shoulders, the dark locks framing her exquisitely carved face. Zuko didn't need to be told twice. He took a hold of her panty hose, pulling a larger hole in the thin material. A soft, instinctual groan emanated from deep within him as his manhood rubbed against the soft material guarding her pussy, and he could feel a trace of dampness seeping through and beginning to coat his dick.
Slowly he ran his hands up and down her inner thighs, savoring the soft cooing and moaning from the girl atop him. He couldn't help but smile, enjoying having the upper hand over her, even if it was under such unusual circumstances. But his advantage didn't last long.
"No teasing, ZuZu," she said commandingly, grasping his manhood before pulling her own panties to the side slightly, a moan escaping her lips as the tip of his dick pressed against her moist lips. The two teens gasped in unison as she all but threw herself down onto him, engulfing his manhood in one swift motion. The two stayed like that for a moment, Zuko brushing the girl's hair back behind her ears, kissing her cheek as a stray tear rolled down the soft alabaster skin.
As he leaned up, the girl slipped her hands behind him, clutching tightly to his back as she slowly removed herself from him, her hips rising until only the tip was between her lips. The two moaned as she again impaled herself on him, the girl shifting her face so that their lips locked once again. Azula closed her eyes as she lost herself in the pleasure of their bodies joining, the wetness of her honeypot allowing him to slide easily inside of her.
"Ngh... Azula..." he groaned against her lips, his hands again sliding down her lithe frame, allowing them to come to rest on her hips. Tensing his well toned muscles slightly, he shifted he position slightly, creating a soft rolling rhythm as she rode him, his hands guiding her down onto him as he thrust up into her. The girl's tightness made his mind swirl, a mess of heat and dampness filling his head as he savored the sounds of her moans, his mind not registering the tingle of her fingers digging into the flesh on his back.
Zuko's mind was swimming, his entire body on fire as he felt her warm folds massaging his engorged cock, her sweet juices coating him as he slid in and out of her. Amber eyes opened and closed as he focused on the heat that seemed as though it would engulf him, his fingers digging more harshly into her body through the fabric of her clothing.
The soft chirping of crickets and rustling of leaves filled the clearing, gradually being drowned out by two sets of moans. Azula flushed as she felt and heard the sloppy noises emanating from the spot at which they were joined, her body tensing with each stroke of his manhood inside of her. She groaned, tightening herself around him in an attempt to keep him locked within her, not wanting to be separated from his hot dick for even a moment.
Wet sloshing sounds filled their ears, mixing with the sound of flesh smacking harshly against flesh as the two teens enjoyed each other's bodies. Zuko's thrusts soon grew quicker, more frantic as he felt his climax approaching. A sudden moment of panic filled him as he realized his situation, his eyes flashing with concern at the situation. But his partner that night was not going to let him back out at the last minute. The girl clenched her knees around his waist, holding him firmly in place as she continued to ride him.
"No, ZuZu, we're not stopping just yet," she said between ragged breaths, her skin shining gently in the moonlight with the sweat that had accumulated on her soft features. Her amber eyes seemed to flare as though they were mimicking the sun, the heat from her body shining in the deep pools. Zuko tried to prevent his climax, his mind going white as the girl seemed to tighten even more, milking his cock as she continued to ride him.
"No, Azula, we can't..." his words were cut off as he felt his orgasm come to the forefront. His eyes instinctively closed, his entire body tensing as his seed shot up into the waiting womb of the girl straddled atop him.
"Yessss!" Azula let her orgasm wash over her, her toes curling as she pressed herself fully down against him again, her mind racing as she felt his hot cum spurting deep inside of her. Waves of pleasure flooded her body, her sharpened fingers digging further into the skin on his back as she pressed her chest tightly against his.
The two lay in that position for what seemed to each of them both an eternity and only a brief moment at the same time, each gasping for breath as the cool air washed over their sweat covered bodies. Rational thought escaped both teens for a few minutes, his arms reaching around her lithe frame as he basked in the after glow of their intense activity. It wasn't what he would ever call love making. Nothing like what he did with Ty Lee and Jin. This was simple, lustful and ever so enjoyable. Even though it was wrong on just about every level imaginable.
"Mmmm, now I see why both girls care for you so deeply," Azula said appreciatively, feeling his manhood twitch once more before softening inside of her.
"I keep telling you it's not about the sex..." he tried to explain, pausing before continuing, "well, it's not ALL about the sex," he joked. A relaxed giggle escaped her lips at his small joke, the sound causing his stomach to flutter a bit. He wanted for all the world to be able to hear her as relaxed and comfortable all the time, something he knew was not likely to be forthcoming. Feeling a touch of longing, he slipped his fingers casually through her hair, his smile widening as she cooed softly at the subtle gesture. The ebony locks flowed almost like water, his mind finding it difficult to believe how soft and smooth her hair was.
"Whatever you say, Zuko." Azula smiled as she teased the older boy, the ebony curtain of her hair swaying as she leaned up once more, casting a look down their bodies to the point at which they had been joined. Reaching down teasingly, the girl scooped up a finger's worth of the fluids as they leaked from her pussy, keeping contact with his eyes as she slipped her tongue from between her lips to taste the bitter substance. Zuko watched transfixed as she swallowed the combined efforts of their sexual act, her tongue playing with the fluid a bit, the girl making a distinct showing of the display.
"Azula..." he said huskily, the girl's honey tinted pools widening a bit as she felt him twitch against her, his manhood gradually growing to fullness once again. Velvety, ruby lips pulled into a smile as she looked down almost tauntingly at him, her hands running from his collarbone down his stomach, stopping just at his waist.
"My, my. Such a handful, my dear ZuZu," she teased, a playful gasp escaping her lips as he flipped their positions, his body resting atop hers with his once again erect manhood pressed firmly against her dripping honeypot. Azula looked up tauntingly at the older boy, her arms snaking up before hooking around his neck.
"It's not good to tease your elders," he said with all the authority he could muster, gripping the girl's hips as he slid easily into her. Azula gasped as he slammed himself down into her sloppy pussy, a small spurt of his cream splashing outward with the gesture.
"Ahh... Zuko... so... Ahhhh.. forceful..." Azula said between lust filled moans, her eyes hooding closed as she let him have his way with her. It was only fair after all to let him feel in control every now and then, she figured. Spreading her legs, she invited him further into her, her hands roaming restlessly down his back, resting on his toned ass as she attempted to deepen the contact. Once again wet, perverse smacking sounds filled the small clearing.
The ebony haired teen was lost in her ecstasy, her legs locking at the ankles around the small of his back, pulling him tightly against her with each stroke of his cock into her. It was a hot, almost unbearable heaven, her lips seemingly permanently parted as moans cascaded past the blood tinted puffs of flesh. The girl winced as she felt Zuko's teeth press hotly against the skin of her neck, a loud moan following as he suckled the pale expanse just above her shoulder, marking the young woman as his.
She could feel the material of the stockings on her thighs becoming wet with a mixture of sweat and her honey, the smooth fabric rubbing against her skin with each movement. Small blades of grass pressed against her from beneath, the small prickles tickling her bared ass as she moved in time with Zuko's rhythm, her mind wishing somehow for the moment not to end.
Azula's legs pressed tightly onto his back as she felt his orgasm again approaching, holding him in place as he once more shot his baby making fluids into her hungry pussy. A loud moan escaped her lips as she crashed once again over the edge of her own orgasm, the sound echoing in the small clearing around the pair. Both teens felt their breathing come in ragged bursts, clothing feeling too heavy, too thick as it separated their bodies.
After a few moments, Zuko pulled out of the younger girl, his honey colored eyes shifting up to the sky as he felt her almost instinctively curl up next to him, her left arm draped possessively over his stomach as she slowly regained control of her breathing.
"Mmmm. That was worth the wait," she said softly, a deep sigh escaping her as he looked directly at her.
"Worth the wait, huh?" he asked, a wry smirk crossing his own features as he could almost see sleep beginning to creep up on the younger girl. The young man's smile slowly dipped, his fingers lazily tracing along his partner's upper arm, soft shivers passing through her body at each soft caress. His mind screamed at him through the silence, exclaiming what a monumental mistake he had made, how messed up and disgusting he was for having done that with his own sister. The younger girl's golden eyes fluttered open, her expression the usually unreadable mix of emotions.
"I don't regret it one bit," she said simply, as though she had been reading his mind. His eyes blinked as he attempted to process her words, watching as she stared directly into his eyes. Not a single shred of doubt clouded her expression, and he found himself jealous of her ability to simply do what she had chosen at any given time and not worry for consequences. "Surely you are not going to say you regret it, having taken your own sister's virginity?" The words were at once both ice cold and searingly hot, his chest heaving as the fullness of the moment pressed down on him.
She watched him expectantly, having laid the entire situation bare before him, allowing him to process everything as quickly as possible. This was one of the few instances in which she did not feel like playing games, messing with his mind. Her heart beat in her chest as he paused, his mind's thinking clearly visible in his eyes.
Zuko's mind sputtered, anxiety and shame urging him to simply apologize, beg for forgiveness and hope that somehow things would go back to how they had always been. But as he recalled the sound of her soft, innocent giggles, his lips curled into a small smile. With a heavy sigh, he leaned his head forward, pressing a soft kiss first to the girl's forehead, then drifting down to capture her velvety lips with his own. His smile widened as he felt her return the kiss, her lips forming a seal with his own, unspoken feelings burning into each of them at the contact.
After a few moments, the scarred teen broke the kiss, lazily tracing small patterns against her body with his finger tips, his mind coming to a single thought. "You had this in mind from the beginning, didn't you?" he inquired, his good brow rising as he watched her avert her gaze ever so slightly, the one tell he had managed to deduce from the younger girl over their years together.
"Well, aren't we quite skilled with deductions all of a sudden," she teased, her right hand cupping his scarred cheek, the thumb tracing the outline of the large burn mark. Zuko leaned gently into the embrace, feeling her oddly comforting warmth through her skin flowing into his, his eyes closing as he savored the subtle scents of sex and sweat on her skin.
"It's not that hard when I've known you so long. Like I said, I may not know how to read most people, but I know you pretty well," he replied simply, his smile dimming as he thought about the situation at hand. "But I really messed up. It's not right, you know?"
"And who is to say such things?" she challenged right back, removing herself from his side, his mind inwardly cursing at the sudden coldness where her body had been pressed against his. He watched as she lifted herself to her feet, stretching her arms lazily out above her head before looking down at the young man. "I told you I didn't regret it, and I don't get the feeling that you did either." He chuckled a bit at how well she was able to read him.
"I guess not."
"Well, then there is your answer, dumb-dumb." He couldn't help but laugh, the sound emanating from deep within him as he hiked his pants back up to his waist as he lifted himself to his feet. To hear her speak, it was the most natural thing in the world.
"So, how long a wait are we talking about?" he asked, his mind picking up on what she had said immediately following their heated moment of intimacy. His grin widened as she turned her face away from his, a distinct aura of shyness and embarrassment filling the air around her as she sought a way to answer his question.
"Maybe you'll find out someday." Her voice was soft and sweet, the tone even and teasing to his ears as he listened to her speak. It wasn't the pointed, malicious and usually aggravating voice that he recalled from their youth. Taking a step forward, Zuko wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, casually pulling her back lush against his chest.
"...you should come home with us, Azula," he said simply, his voice barely above a whisper as he let the lilac scents from her hair fill his senses. The words had no conscious control from him, each syllable simply spilling out as he thought of her going back to the lonely, oppressive home they had both known growing up. His grip tightened as he attempted to somehow convey how much he cared for her, how much he didn't want her to be hurt.
"...Father would never allow it," she replied, her voice cool and even, closer now to the tone he usually associated with her. His chest tightened at the sound, spinning the girl in his grip as he found himself wishing he could change her mind.
"Azula! You don't have to be alone anymore. We're... I'm here for you..." he said, hoping he didn't sound as dopey and silly as he feared. A soft glimmer of tears formed in her eyes, her confident demeanor slipping slightly as he kept their eyes locked together. She felt as though she could simply disappear into the deep, inviting warmth of his eyes, a sadness and longing clear in the golden mirror into which she found herself gazing.
"Oh, Zuko, such a romantic," she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she let her arms flow around the back of his neck, fingers running through the messy locks of nearly shoulder-length black hair.
"I'm serious, Azula. You can't go back there. It's poisonous. He's poisonous, to everyone around him," Zuko pleaded with the girl, his palms flattening on the small of her back, pulling her tighter against him, the heat of her own body searing him through their clothes. It felt as though the fabric atop his body would simply burst into flames with the immense heat. He could see the indecision in her eyes, the desire, what she truly wished.
"...kiss me," she said simply, her cheeks stinging with warmth at the words. Zuko blinked, uncertain if he had heard her properly.
"What? Kiss you? Why? What is that going to prove?" he asked, thoughts swirling around in his head as he felt his eyes resting squarely on the soft, pouting puffs of crimson flesh. The young man swallowed hard, finding the soft lumps exerting some kind of gravitational force on him, and he wished for all the world to do just that. But as his head leaned down, Azula pressed a finger to his lips, confusing him as she stopped him.
"Not a sexual, perverse kiss. A real kiss. The kind of kiss you would give Ty Lee, or the peasant girl," Azula said, her voice cracking a bit as tears threatened to tear through her tough exterior. Zuko had no response. His mind raced, all the reasons not to do it combatting the reasons to acquiesce to her seemingly strange demand. They had already crossed the most taboo of societal rules, so it seemed especially strange to him that she would ask for a kiss...
"A romantic kiss?" he asked simply, the thought hitting him like a ton of bricks. He watched as Azula chewed nervously on her lower lip, something she only did when she was at her wit's end in a bluff or some kind of gamble in the past. It was a sign that she was all in, that it was make or break. The girl made no motion, no sound, simply staring up at him.
'A romantic kiss... huh?' he thought to himself, wondering if he was willing to make such promises, such assurances to the girl who had tormented him for so long. As she fidgeted slightly in place, the answer simply landed upon his mind. Letting his hands roam up along the sides of her body, he placed the two palms upon either of her soft, impossibly smooth cheeks.
"I think we got the order wrong on this," he said simply, chuckling to himself at the thought. Closing his eyes, he traced along her cheekbones with his thumbs, the right one brushing teasingly against her lips as he guided her face towards his own. His heart began to beat faster as her breath brushed against his lips, his mind giving one last gasp of reason in an attempt to get him to stop.
But he pushed the thought aside, pressing his lips softly against hers. It wasn't the heated, passionate kiss they had shared earlier. It was what she had asked. The type of kiss he would have given to one of the girls he had come to feel such affection for. Azula's mind began to flutter with the contact, the butterflies tickling her stomach as she soared at his touch.
Soft bolts of electricity coursed through her body, starting at her lips and running down to her toes and through her arms to her fingers. Any hints of coolness in the air dissipated, her body exploding in warmth as she closed her eyes. No traces of tongues, no sucking of lips or any perverted, sexual actions. Simply his lips pressing against hers, unspoken promises and affection coating the somewhat coarse lumps of flesh. Tears began to streak down her cheeks as the young man parted lips with hers, his eyes slowly fluttering open as he stood straight.
"Azula, come home," he said again, hoping that the small gesture had convinced her somehow. Catching sight of the salty streaks on her cheeks, he rubbed at them with his thumbs, placing a soft kiss to the girl's forehead before planting another soft peck to her swollen red lips. Zuko watched as her eyes opened, a wide smile gracing her lips as she looked at him.
"If you insist. I suppose I can grace your home with my presence," she said, the haughtiness only slightly forced as she gazed up slightly at the young man. Her face tensed a bit as his smile faded, his hands continuing to idly stroke her cheeks.
"There's just one thing we have to worry about," he responded, a sad, hurt tone to his voice.
"And what would that be?" Azula's brow quirked upward, wondering what would be weighing on him so much after he had essentially said that their father was not a concern.
"We have to get Jin's ok."
Azula was floored. The young girl blinked in surprise at his simple statement. "What?" The one word was all she could manage at that moment, shocked by what he had said.
"I keep telling you, it's not about the sex. It's real feelings between all of us," he explained, his voice sullen as the words filled the small space between them.
"Why does the peasant's opinion matter? What about Ty Lee?" she wondered, her eyes watching any subtle movement of his face as he thought.
"I don't think her opinion will be much of a problem. She's pretty open-minded, and she's always been crazy about you. But Jin is a bigger concern. It's not like you two have ever really met before, after all," he explained. Azula's body shook as she took his words into her mind, listening to him simply talk about the two girls in a seemingly entirely detached way. Was that how he saw her as well..
"Then... what am I to you?" Azula asked, more than a hint of indignation on her voice as she glared accusingly at the older boy. Zuko formed as much a smile as he could manage, planting a soft kiss to her lips once again.
"Azula," he said simply, as straight as he could manage. He couldn't find a proper word for what she was to him. The younger girl sighed deeply, rolling her eyes as she pressed her cheek against his, her breath blowing against his ear. She was a bit frustrated at how he seemed to naturally respond only to her, but she knew she was appreciative of it as well. She really loved that someone knew her so well.
"Dumb-dumb. So cheesy. But I suppose we can't be as specific as other relationships, after all," a soft, playful laugh escaping her lips. "So, what do you have in mind?" she asked, playfully running her fingers through his black hair. A subtle tingle shot through her as she felt his body against hers, her loins again sending signals to her mind that she wanted him.
"I think we'll have to talk to Ty Lee first," Zuko replied, smiling wide as he caught a distinct flushing of his sister's cheeks at the mention of the acrobat. Zuko's eyes shifted to his pocket as the phone sent an alert sounding through the clearing. Reaching down, his smile widened as he clicked on the glassy surface to see the received message. "I swear that girl is psychic," he chuckled, giving Azula a glance at the simple message.
'Zuko, I have a great idea! Come home after you and Azula are done, and we'll talk.' the message said simply, various emoticons contained within the message. Azula blinked in near disbelief, her eyes scanning the surrounding area upon reading the message.
"Are you sure she isn't just spying on you?"
"It's just as likely she would be spying on you," Zuko teased, clasping the girl's hand as he made his way slowly towards the path leading out of the park. He snickered a bit to himself as he watched Azula adjust her skirt, pulling the slightly wrinkled fabric down her thighs.
"You and your jokes," she said hesitantly, the smile crossing her lips regardless. The ebony haired girl found herself wondering what it would be like to be intimate with the acrobatic young woman. A soft shiver passed through her body with the thought.
"But I do wonder what her brilliant idea is..." Zuko said hesitantly, his fingers entwining with hers as they walked. He had total faith in the bubbly brunette, but a bit of hesitance filled him. 'Something tells me this is going to get kind of complicated before it gets better.'
Both of these two really do know each other so well. It's why I think they go so well together as a pairing. Anyway, that's the chapter. I am thinking about taking a little break to take part in Zuki week and write all that tomorrow. It is my OTP after all :p Next time we get Ty Lee's brilliant plan to get Azula into their makeshift romantic unit. Planning on this one being 4 or so more chapters at the moment, but we will see how it goes. Thanks as always to the fans who have been patient and continued reading this. All comments are appreciated. Until next time.