Inspired by a fic I read the other day on AO3, nothing too major here. Finals are approaching, and our protagonists just having a cute, relaxing night together. Next time back to smut, but for now just these two being super cute together. Thoughts welcome as usual, and enjoy.
Movie Night
Azula x Zuko
I own absolutely nothing, just playing with the characters created by Brian and Mike.
Sitting on the large black couch, Azula let her feet idly tap against the smooth wood floor, arms crossed against her chest as she stared at the glowing television screen. Closing her eyes, she tried to shut out the sound of running water, her bladder feeling as though it were going to burst inside of her with need for release.
"How long is he going to be in the shower?" she muttered to herself, a dull throb of annoyance pounding at her temples. The fidgeting of her legs increased as the sound of running water grated harshly on her ears.
With a grumble she shot up off of the sofa, bounding her way down the hall towards the bathroom the two shared. "Zuko, how long are you going to be in there, I need to pee," she said in her most imperious sounding voice, fists pounding on the door.
"Then just go," came his flat response, as though he were not in the bathroom.
Small wisps of steam slipped from the lower edge of the door, the flicking of the moist air seemingly tempting her inside. With a sigh, Azula grasped the doorknob, giving it a quick twist before nearly slamming it open.
A wall of heat greeted her, a thin sheen of sweat immediately breaking out against the skin on her face. "Why do you have to take such hot showers?" she asked, making her way quickly towards the toilet a short distance away from the shower.
"You like them hot too, Azula," Zuko replied, his voice rasping a bit as he shifted the volume up to be heard over the heavy sound of the water streaming from the showerhead.
"Not nearly as hot as yours, dear brother," she teased, slipping her black jogging shorts and pink cotton panties down her slender, toned legs as she sat down. The cool feel of plastic against her bare butt sent a shiver of joy through her as she let nature take over. "You better not peek," she lectured, golden eyes closing as she felt the intense relief wash over her.
"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, a heavy thud of water sounding on the base of the shower as he rinsed the shampoo from his ebony colored hair.
Azula sighed in comfort as her biological function finished, a devious smirk pulling at her lips as she cleaned herself up. Pulling the bottom coverings back up, she flushed the toilet, snickering playfully at the groan of agony that sounded from the young man in the shower at the sudden spiking in temperature.
"Hurry up, Zuzu, I'm ready for the movie," she said, washing her hands quickly in the sink before drying her hands on the nearby towel.
"You already picked a movie?" Zuko's hesitance was palpable in his speech as the flow of water slowed then stopped, his head peaking out from the opening of the shower door, accompanied by a burst of steam.
"Well, you were taking too long, so yes, I picked a movie," she replied, quirking a well trimmed brow upwards. "Do you have a problem with that?" she challenged, her eyes shifting across his body as the steam gradually dissipated into the air.
"Ugh, after last time, I am definitely picking the next one," he said, mind flashing back to the gruesome, stomach churning film she had picked last time they had their movie night.
"You know you liked it."
"Like is a strong word for it," he replied, drinking in the sight of his sister as he dabbed at his naked body with the navy blue towel. "I still have nightmares about it sometimes," he added, his face paling a bit at the thought.
"Such a baby," Azula rolled her eyes as she made to leave the still overly hot bathroom. "I'll be making popcorn, so hurry up and get dressed," she began, stopping with her left foot on the cool wood outside of the door, "or don't", she added, licking her lips as she caught his attention.
Zuko felt a small twitch in his crotch at the subtext, his damp hair brushing against his shoulders. He watched as she exited the room, her well toned ass swaying playfully as she walked. For a moment, he wondered if maybe clothing would be necessary at all this evening.
Shaking the thought from his mind, he made his way towards his bedroom, the buzzing of the microwave followed by the popping of the buttery kernels resounding in the small, cozy apartment. Reaching into his drawer, he pulled out a flannel looking pair of boxers, sliding the red and green cotton up the muscular tone of his legs.
After slipping on a black t-shirt with his favorite band's logo emblazoned across the chest and the grey pajama pants, he made his way into the living room. The soft padding of his feet echoed in his ears as he entered the room, flopping lazily onto the black couch, running his fingers through his hair to brush away the last remnants of moisture.
"Where do you even find these movies?" he asked, groaning as he caught sight of the title screen scrawled across the screen with distinctively bloody looking text.
"Oh, I have an account with this amazing service that has all kinds of interesting programming," she said in response, the beeping of the microwave accompanying her words from within the kitchen.
"Why does that not surprise me," Zuko offered in reply, leaning his head back against the back of the sofa. Black hair hung loosely against the fabric on the reverse side of the piece of furniture, his gold eyes watching his sister's elegant, precise movements upside down in the kitchen.
Small hums sounded pleasingly on his ears as she poured the popcorn in a large bowl, before grabbing a couple of beers stashed in the fridge. Zuko felt his chest warm at the innocent sight, lips curling into a contented smile as she made her way towards him.
"So, are you ready?" she asked, setting the drinks and snack on the coffee table in front of them, taking her seat to his right. Propping his left elbow on the armrest, Zuko sighed in dejected defeat wondering just what he was in for.
"Not even a little bit."
"Well, too bad. Maybe next time you won't spend half an hour in the shower," she teased, gripping the remote in her slender fingers. With a press of the play button, she set the remote down, Zuko audibly groaning at the sight of the introductory scene.
Blood and entrails accompanied by harsh, pained screams filled the screen. Zuko felt ill at the sight, knowing that if that was the introductory imagery, then the rest of the film was going to be a veritable buffet of suffering.
Taking a heavy swig of the beer, Zuko felt himself wince and close his eyes with each progressing scene, his stomach doing somersaults as he tried to force himself to watch it. Shifting his gaze to Azula, he noticed that she was entirely captivated by the displays on screen, eliciting a rolling of his eyes.
'Of course she loves it,' he mentioned to himself, popping a few puffy kernels of popped corn into his mouth. Azula had always had a bit of a sadistic streak, something that had mellowed a bit since she had come to live with him. Maybe it was just a natural part of growing up and changing, or just being removed from such a toxic atmosphere that they had grown up in. But he liked to think that she had calmed down at least partly because of the love and affection he tried to show her.
On the other hand, she was always into the technical aspects of film making, offering high minded critiques of just about every movie the two watched together. He had taken a film studies course as an elective, but he still had no idea what she was talking about more often than not.
As the movie played out, Zuko found himself tuning it out, his mind shifting towards the upcoming finals. He had a decent grasp on his studies, but there were a few things that were really giving him trouble. A solution came to mind, but it wasn't one he was particularly excited about.
Thoughts of school plagued his mind as the movie crossed the hour mark, a sharp jab of his sister's elbow to his side bringing him back to the present.
"You're not even watching it," she huffed, eyes narrowed as she glared at him. "We're supposed to be taking the night off from school stuff, so stop worrying so much," her tone softened as she spoke, her intuitive grasp of what he was worried about causing him to break out in a gentle smile.
"Sorry, I'm good, back to it," he said, watching the playful sway of her long, jet black hair as she turned her attention back to the movie.
Turning his attention back to the screen, he forced himself to power through, forcing himself to think about the horrors unfolding on screen instead of the horrors of everyday life.
By the time the film ended, Zuko felt like he had aged a decade, blood and guts and all sorts of sadistic actions burned eternally on his mind. "I'm definitely going to have nightmare tonight," he said weakly, his voice shaking as he spoke.
"It wasn't that bad," Azula replied, putting the empty bottle of beer onto the table as she felt the smooth flavor of the final drops slip down her throat.
"Compared to what?" Zuko was incredulous at the statement, locking her squarely in his gaze.
"The effects were nice for what they were, but it was all so obviously fake," here she went into film critic mode, detailing all the insufficient parts of the film. As usual, Zuko was unable to follow most of her statements, simply nodding and giving lame agreements.
"You should make a movie yourself one of these days," he suggested once she had finished giving her in depth analysis. Azula paused for a moment, her eyes flashing brightly at the idea.
"I have though about it," she began, mind running through all the aspects she would need to take into account for such a project. "One day, perhaps," she said finally, locking eyes with her lover as he slipped his feet from their perch on the coffee table. "Do you really think I could pull it off?"
The hesitance and uncertainty to her voice caught him a bit off guard, and he stopped for a moment to think about it. It wasn't like her to be unsure of anything, just knowing with certainty she could succeed with whatever she set her mind to.
"I know you could," Zuko replied firmly, a warm, comforting smile on his face. "You can do anything, Zula, I know it." His words of reassurance squeezed her chest, her heart swelling comfortingly at the sound of his steady voice. Warm, yellow eyes watched as he made his way into the kitchen, not shifting at all from his solid frame as he walked.
A dull throb echoed in her chest as he reached into the fridge, pulling out another couple of beers before making his way back to the couch. Growing up she had been taught to believe that people were just to be used, and that she was just another of those types of people. If she wasn't useful, then she was worthless, not to be cared about.
But not to Zuko.
Her Zuzu. While they hadn't necessarily been the closest growing up, now that they were young adults he was always there for her. Always pushing her to be the best version of herself she could be, to do things that made her happy, not necessarily what was the best outcome in terms of gain and loss.
"Zuzu?"
"Hmm?" he murmured in question as he placed the two beers before grasping the remote. Turning his head towards her, his eyes widened in surprise, feeling her lips pressing gently against his.
Not the usual burning, lustful kisses they generally shared. It was more chaste, innocent, warm and caring. After blinking a few times at the suddenness of the action, he closed his eyes, leaning gently into the kiss.
Lifting his hands, he cupped her cheeks, feeling her sigh softly into his mouth. As the two parted with need for breath, Azula gazed at him with a soft, pink tint flaring across her cheeks. Leaning back, she settled back into her seat with a satisfied smile, Zuko gradually mirroring her actions as he picked up the remote.
Flicking through the selections on screen, he found himself casting sidelong glances to his sister, his chest throbbing with warmth as he caught her doing the same. Turning his eyes to the movie titles on the television, Zuko picked what sounded like a nice, simple action film, something to balance the "evil wins at the end" kind of feeling that always accompanied horror movies, especially the more out there variety his sister enjoyed.
Now it was her turn to roll her eyes and groan in annoyance, her slumping figure drawing a mirthful chuckle from him. "No complaints," he said in a mock stern voice, clicking play before placing the remote on the table before grabbing his beer.
"Whatever you say," she said whimsically, not taking him too seriously. With a shift of her legs, Azula lay her legs over the armrest on her side of the sofa, her head coming to a rest in Zuko's lap. "Much better," she cooed up towards him, settling in with her long black hair pinned against his grey pants.
"Brat," he teased, slipping the fingers of his free hand through the silky locks of her hair, each stroke earning a soft, tantalizing sigh from her unpainted lips. With a tensing of her body, Azula reached out, grabbing the bowl of popcorn, most of the puffed kernels having already been eaten.
Placing the bowl atop her stomach, she closed her eyes, savoring the soft, steady feel of the blood coursing through his body, the reassuring intakes of his breathing gently rustling her body. With a calm smile on his face, Zuko shifted his attention to the screen, finding it difficult to focus with the floral scents of her lotion wafting upwards in time with her calm breaths.
The action passed easily on screen, the hero casually dispatching opponents with varying degrees of ease in conjunction with ever increasingly unbelievable set pieces. But Zuko found himself for the second time that evening not paying attention to the movie, his body moving on auto-pilot tossing kernels of popcorn into his mouth and taking the occasional sip of beer.
As the film passed the hour mark, Zuko felt a soft tug at his sleeve as he attempted to pop another kernel into his mouth. Shifting his gaze downward, he noticed Azula facing directly up, mouth hanging lazily open.
Catching onto her wordless request, he dipped his arm, dropping the buttery puff into her mouth. A small shiver passed along his arm as she leaned up slightly, catching his index finger between her lips. The shudder intensified as her tongue playfully licked at his fingertip, a gentle suction as she greedily tasted the salt and butter that had gathered on his digit.
A playful spark flashed on her eyes as they fluttered open, licking her lips teasingly as she lay her head back down in his lap. Closing her eyes once again, she felt a bulge in his pants press against the back of her head, the smile crossing her lips turning a bit more devious.
"Why, Zuzu, was that nice?" she asked, a seductive, teasing lilt to her voice.
"Such a tease," he replied dryly, forcing his attention back to the screen. Azula simply let her attention drift, enjoying the warmth of his body around her face and shoulders.
The rest of the movie passed in a blur, Zuko's mind still focused on the soft, velvety warmth of her lips and tongue playing with his finger. He tried to shift his legs a bit, an attempt to relieve the pressure of her head pressed against the bulge pressing at his pants. Upon finding an acceptable position, he turned his attention to the screen.
Finally, the end credits began to roll, Zuko feeling a numbness in his legs from having them propped up for essentially the preceding 3 hours. Stretching his arms out up over his head, he tried to shake some of the tension from his body before shifting his attention to the girl still innocently placed in his lap.
"Azula-" he began, ears perking up at the soft inhalations of breath. "You're asleep aren't you?" he asked, a smile pulling across his face at the innocent look on her face. Sliding his hand slowly through her hair, he let the silky threads brush teasingly against his skin, her body shifting ever so slightly at the contact, turning onto her side as she buried her face against his stomach.
Zuko couldn't help but chuckle. He knew he would regret it when it came time to actually get up. But looking at the look of peace on her face, he knew he couldn't bring himself to bring her nap to an end.
"Sweet dreams, Azula," he said softly, clicking the power off on the television as he closed his own eyes, head resting against the back of the sofa.
"Love you, Zuzu," she murmured in her sleep, cuddling herself fully into him.