HONEY
Azula doesn't know how she found herself in this seedy Vegas strip club. She did not even want to come to her brother's stupid bachelor party, but her father said he would cancel her credit cards if she did not attend.
"You've been single for three years. Maybe it'll help you get over Ty Lee."
"I'm over her already, and I doubt anyone has gotten over a breakup by watching girls all probably running low grade fevers take off their clothes to dated pop songs."
The truth is, it was not much of a breakup. Ty Lee just packed up and vanished in the middle of the night without giving any reason. They were engaged, to make matters worse. Ty Lee dissappeared off of the face of the earth and still hasn't resurfaced in the slightest. Azula never got to find out why. And therefore, her every attempt at a girlfriend since then failed miserably.
She shoots her brother a dark glance for his crime of mentioning Ty Lee and walks to the bar.
Judging by Zuko's rowdy friends, she may be here for a while and might as well have a few shots of Fireball.
She half heartedly eyes the topless waitresses in a daze until a sudden feeling strikes her that she cannot quite describe. Sending something strong.
"Honey to the stage," declared the announcer.
Honey. Azula cannot think of a more cliché stripper name.
She looks up at Honey and drops her glass. It shatters on the floor but she barely notices and certainly doesn't apologize to the waitress cleaning up the mess of glass and cinnamon whiskey.
Ty Lee.
Azula would know her silhouette in a room full of shadows. She would notice her face alone in a packed amphitheater of supermodels.
It is Ty Lee.
Honey is Ty Lee.
After three years of being a memory, a ghost, she is corporeal once more.
Ty Lee begins the striptease before she notices Azula and drops her silky pink shawl. She stares at her, feeling exposed not from her little pink bra and panties but from the way Azula's eyes bore into her.
A slovenly man jeers at Ty Lee for stopping the dance. Azula lunges forward and punches him so fiercely that he collapses to the floor. Ty Lee shrieks. The strip club erupts as the bouncers seize Azula and carry her outside into the chilly night air.
Two cigarettes later, a familiar feminine voice comments, "That's a dangerous habit."
"Ty Lee," says Azula, turning around to face the girl now in leggings and a sparkly pink top. "It's… a pleasure to see you again. I didn't think that girls who went to the Ladies Preparatory Academy ended up in places like this but I suppose I was mistaken."
Ty Lee ignores the insult.
"Zuko and his friends just ordered another round. I think they'll be there a while." She pauses and smiles awkwardly. "Can I walk you back to your hotel?"
"I can take care of myself."
"I know. I always totally admired that about you," says Ty Lee in complete earnest. "I just thought, uhm, maybe you'd enjoy the company but if not…"
"I accept your offer."
They begin the walk.
They do not say much on their way to the hotel, and they say even less once they enter Azula's suite. As soon as the door clicks shut Azula crushes her lips against Ty Lee's without hesitation.
Ty Lee lifts a tentative hand to rest on Azula's firm bicep. She had forgotten how good it felt.
Now that they are alone, it feels like Azula is consuming her, stealing her breath and replacing it with fire. If Ty Lee does not ever breathe again, she thinks she would be okay with it tonight.
Before Ty Lee even realized they are moving, she is pinned between the wall of the suite and the fierce woman before her. Azula breaks the deep kiss but quickly puts her lips back to use, leaving a scorching path of kisses along Ty Lee's neck. Ty Lee wraps her arms around Azula's shoulders.
For a moment they both hesitate. Azula is still livid with Ty Lee for the way she ended things. Ty Lee hoped she would never fall under Azula's dark spell again. But they throw their inhibitions to the wind.
Azula's lips find Ty Lee's again as she starts to stroke her through her cheap leggings. Ty Lee's hips buck towards the source of pleasure of their own accord.
Ty Lee whimpers, desperate and needy.
Azula smirks.
Ty Lee inhales sharply as Azula's hand slips inside of her leggings and panties. She touches Ty Lee directly on the clit and a louder moan leaves Ty Lee this time. Ty Lee holds onto her for dear life as Azula starts stroking slowly, so slowly. Her fingers move leisurely against Ty Lee, drawing moans and whimpers into the kiss.
It is maddening and wonderful.
Ty Lee escapes the grasp and slowly removes her shirt. Azula moves forward and unclasps the sparkly pink bra, exposing round, full, flawless breast.
Ty Lee wiggles out of her leggings as Azula strips off her own clothes.
They make their way to the bed.
As they lay there after round after round of orgasms, Azula dares to ask the question plaguing her mind.
"Why did you leave?"
"I was sick of the feeling of waiting."
"Waiting for what? I was going to marry you."
"I saw you drifting away from me. I knew you were going to leave and I was afraid. I was waiting. You had left me without leaving already and I was suffocating. So I decided to be free."
Azula turns away from her and falls asleep.
