CLOUDS
It was a morning for two newly married women. They stood by the windows sipping tea together.
"I love cloudy days." Ty Lee smiles. She gazes up at the pale light peeking through the fluffy gray clouds and her smile widens and widens.
"I loathe them," stated Azula, touching Ty Lee's shoulder and pulling her into a deep, rough kiss, slowly snaking her hands down and pinning Ty Lee's hips to hers. Ty Lee lightly moaned into her mouth but then pulled back and gently shook her head, still smiling.
"I want you to know what I like," whispers Ty Lee and Azula shrugs.
"So… why do you like it? Aren't you loyal to me? Aren't you loyal to the Fire Nation." Azula crosses her arms and waits for her answer, hoping it will be weak.
"I don't know, but I always thank the spirits for cloudy days and sunny ones. It's like how bad things make us stronger. The rain makes the plants grow and bad things make us grow," said Ty Lee and Azula had to admit it was a surprisingly smart answer coming from Ty Lee's beautiful, soft, slightly damp and glossy lips.
"I didn't know you cared about the spirits."
"I dunno. I've worshipped them since I was a kid just like everybody else."
"I should be the only thing you worship." Azula gazes intensely into Ty Lee's eyes, making the latter woman shiver, skin prickling.
"You are."
