.25. Kimono

"You look amazing in that!" exclaims Ty Lee, studying the pretty silk draping the form of her girlfriend. They stand in a gorgeous, exquisite bathroom and it is a lovely evening.

Azula bites her lower lip. "I look amazing in everything," she replies, breaking the brief silence.

Ty Lee smiles.

"You look way more amazing in nothing," she says, which makes Azula laugh.

She cannot help it. They have never been very flirty, even after spending so many years together as a couple, and as not-a-couple, but mostly as a couple. Ty Lee is kind of the suave one, but she will never admit it to herself or anyone else.

"Oh, I do?" Azula receives no answer until Ty Lee's body pins hers against the bathroom counter in an attack that makes her almost strike before remembering this whole sex-not-fighting reflex thing.

Ty Lee smiles and kisses Azula's neck, making the tiny hairs on her skin stand up. She got rid out of the kimono that she had previously complimented with Azula's assistance.

After a few more kisses, Ty Lee torturously slowly kneels down. Azula does not move, closing her eyes as Ty Lee dips her tongue inside of her. Ty Lee cups Azula's hip with her right hand, her thumb parting the apex of Azula's folds to stroke her clit.

Azula moans, which Ty Lee involuntarily echoes, the vibration resounding through the princess's core, and she moans louder this time. Ty Lee's thumb begings rubbing tight circles on her clit, syncing with the flicks of her tongue. Ty Lee stops to open her mouth over her wider, her tongue darting inside her to taste her better. Azula fists her hands around the edge of the counter to steady herself, hunching forward. Her legs tremble now from the exertion of holding herself up, from the delicious electric current her lover's tongue sends through her body.

"Ty Lee," she whispers, trying to hide the fact that she is panting. Ty Lee moves her mouth toward the front of her mound to swipe her tongue over her clit, and she cries out, prompting her dear lover to furiously lap at the swollen bud in varied patterns until she finds just what Azula wants. The princess's hips begin rocking against her girlfriend's face, her legs mostly uselessly as she uses her arms to hold herself above her acrobat. "Ty Lee, I'm gonna come," she begs—a royal begging—as if it were a plea instead of an order, and Ty Lee's tongue resumes tracing her folds while her thumb resumes its attack on her clit. The pleasure mounts mercilessly and Azula only manages a choked sob of relief when her orgasm hits. Her clit throbs with each wave of ecstasy, and her acrobat drinks up her arousal as it seeped out of her.

By that point, Ty Lee is providing most of the support for her boneless body, and when the acrobat moves out from between the princess's legs, Azula lets her body slump down.

The first real feeling she registers is the soft silk kimono beneath her feet.