GOLDEN
This secluded, abandoned shrine is their place. It is their shelter from the real world.
Among the golden statues and the weathered walls, they feel detached from reality and attached to each other.
Ty Lee offers Azula one of the cherries from the picnic they snuggled here to their secret place.
Azula takes it.
Ty Lee leans in for a kiss but Azula gently pushes her away by the mouth.
"My lips are not so easily won."
"How can I win them, princess?" asks Ty Lee playfully with a bat of her eyelashes.
"Climb to the statue on top of the shrine."
"Easy!"
"And do a handstand on it for ten seconds. If you succeed, you will have won more than my lips."
"Done," chirps Ty Lee, running to the exterior of the shrine with Azula hot on her heels.
Ty Lee hops, climbs and flips her way up the sides of the shrine, heading towards the golden statue of Agni at the top. One handhold crumbles under her palm and Azula twitches forward to catch her as she begins to fall, but Ty Lee kicks herself upwards to sturdier stone and makes it to the top.
The statue portion of Azula's challenge is more difficult. Ty Lee manages to clamber up after a few failed tries and then eases her way into a handstand.
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Ty Lee screams loudly enough to shake the birds from the trees as she falls, falls, falls. Azula runs forward and the weight of Ty Lee colliding with her arms knocks them both to the ground.
Azula takes a deep, shuddering breath as Ty Lee bursts into a fit of coughs and giggles.
But then she sighs.
"I guess I lost," she murmurs, gazing up into Azula's stunning golden eyes. She does not get to look at them often. Only when they are alone.
"You won my pity for that pathetic fall, and I suppose it is worth a kiss or two."
"I don't usually accept pity, but for a kiss from you, I definitely will." Ty Lee smiles.
Azula plants one firm kiss on Ty Lee's lip and another on her breast.
Slowly, very slowly, Azula traces her fingertips around Ty Lee's nipple, hard and poking up under her shirt.
Ty Lee moans softly.
Azula dips her fingers lower, lower, lower as Ty Lee trembles at the touch.
She slips her hand into her girlfriend's panties and drifts her fingertips to Ty Lee's clit.
Azula forms tight, fast circles with her thumb. Ty Lee cannot help but buck her hips and grind against the pleasure, speeding it, intensifying it.
Finally, pure release crushes through her like a pleasurable ice water, Ty Lee cries out and moans, and Azula rubs a few more painful times before pulling away.
All Ty Lee can think as she turns Azula over and straddles her hips is that that reward was worth a thousand falls.
