SOLITUDE

"I can't believe we're finally alone. It seemed like it would never happen," chirps Ty Lee as they drag their bags into the Summer Palace master bedroom.

It feels wonderful to be on Ember Island with Azula, not with the family, not with the struggles and fights and madness. Just Ty Lee, Azula, and the sound of the waves kissing the shore.

"That is indeed the pain of choosing to have a child," says Azula as she tosses her bag onto a spare chair.

They have been wed by true Fire Nation tradition for the past five years. They have been mothers for the past three years. And for three long years, they have had barely a moment alone since children do not seem to understand that sometimes their mommies need time to themselves.

And Zilah likes to sleep in their bed every single night without fail.

"But I would never regret her," says Ty Lee, unraveling her hair from her braid in one smooth moment. Azula bites her lower lip as she watches Ty Lee's hair fall and caress her form in all the right places.

She feels like she is going to faint, or melt into liquid, or burst into flames.

"I can't imagine my life without her," admits Azula. "But we have gone one hundred and seventeen days without anything more sensual than a kiss and I think I might burst sometimes just watching you undress for bed."

Ty Lee giggles, blushes, and smiles brightly.

"Then I guess we better make up for lost time now that we're alone." She slowly, slowly, slowly, agonizingly slowly removes her dress.

"Those are the blessings of solitude," says Azula, striding forward and whipping off her own clothes with ease as they move.

The summer palace bed beckons them and after a few passionate, burning kisses, they make their way to its embrace.

Ty Lee straddles Azula smoothly, grinding with a rhythm, clit against clit, both moaning at every sensation. She stops just short of bringing Azula to orgasm and moves down. She nips at Azula's hard nipple before beating her lips down, swirling her tongue around Azula's navel, and then lying her naked body against the soft bed as she teases Azula's clit with her tongue.

Azula moans deeply as Ty Lee finally begins to suck and lick and swirl in the patterns she knows her wife loves.

She comes quickly. Who can blame her after so long without such a touch?

Azula lies back, dazed by her orgasm, as Ty Lee moves up and kisses her softly on the lips. Azula regains her senses and tosses Ty Lee down, pinning her wrists to the bed with one hand as she explores her wife's body with the other one.

The stretch marks are soft and sexy to the touch. The war scars require gentle, quick touches. She squeezes her breasts and Ty Lee arcs her back, making them bounce. The most powerful arousal she has ever felt floods through Azula and makes her purring core ache for more.

She lowers her hand down, tracing patterns on Ty Lee's skin as she moves, and starts rubbing her thumb in tight circles around Ty Lee's clit until her wife gasps and cries out and shudders from the power of the strong orgasm.

They gaze at each other, deeply in love, for a moment, before diving at each other and beginning to tear each other apart with passion and desire for sex after so long delayed.