.22. Tropical
The water is turquoise and warm, although with hints of orange from the sunset. It bakes in the hot island sun like a hot spring. Ty Lee wades in it. Little fish swim around her feet and she stains the water with sand with every step she takes. Azula waits on shore; she does not do water.
"Are you bored yet? The sun is going down," Azula calls. Ty Lee looks up at her. "I'm bored."
Ty Lee hurries out of the water. It drags her legs down as she tries to cross it. When she reaches her princess, the sun has sunk deeper in the horizon.
"You're bored?" Ty Lee asks and Azula nods.
Azula takes her hand, both young and soft but sandy. Azula pulls Ty Lee towards her, her eyes glittering with the fire inside her, her lips slightly parted. She is breathing fast. Ty Lee's clothes are wet and cold; Azula's are dry and warm. They fall in a heap on the tropical sands.
The princess pulls Ty Lee to meet her and, then, pressing her sweaty breasts against Ty Lee's cool ones. Ty Lee gasps as their bodies meet. She opens her lips for a kiss and Azula is hungry for it, letting her tongue invade her and Ty Lee answering it with her own. Their breathing quickens still more as they kiss hard and long, until Azula moans deep in her throat and her hips move against Ty Lee's and Ty Lee's cold hands slip around her to pull their embrace tighter.
"I'm not bored anymore," Azula says breathlessly, pushing Ty Lee away.
Princess Azula always was cruel; such behavior is not new to the acrobat.
Ty Lee sits down beside her and listens to the birds sing and the waves crash.
