.13. Frantic

"Hurry up. We're going to get caught," Azula hisses, dragging Ty Lee by the wrist.

They seek anywhere that could give them privacy for a frantic encounter. The two of them find a small room that is currently unused.

"We should so not be doing this," Ty Lee says, then kisses Azula. "But I so want to be doing this."

They should be drifting through the gala political thing. Azula promised Zuko she would coerce as many people as she could to support his movement she thinks is ridiculous and shameful, but she does like having her freedom more than she likes opposing her brother.

It was boring. And sweaty. Could anyone expect Azula to talk to dignitaries when she could be having a frantic sexual encounter with her long-distance girlfriend?

They do not notice that they are moving until their legs hit the abandoned conference table and Azula falls back with Ty Lee on top of her. It feels amazing to be together when they spend so much time apart. But it will only last for a little while.

Ty Lee kisses Azula and then pulls up the hem of her party dress and pulls it over her head. They want this, even if it's going to be fast and fleeting and maybe they will not even remember it when it is done.

She kisses Azula's neck and then starts to remove her clothes as well. Azula feels the strongest heat in the midst of Ty Lee's control, this rush when their breasts push into each other. The next kiss turns into a bite and a mutual moan.

Azula manages to get out of her own dress and Ty Lee's breath is warm against her skin. She takes Azula's nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue and sucking and Azula's hands automatically comb her hair with clawed fingers and fingernails like claws.

Her lips trail south.

Maybe they only have a few frantic minutes, but it feels like forever.