A/N: This one's a bit sexier, so heads up for that.
(Theme Sixty-Nine) Silk
(As Prompted By) Distracted by Lemons
There are a multitude of silk things that Azula enjoys. Her blankets, of course, and how they feel light against her skin in summer, and manage somehow to warm her in winter. Granted, Fire Nation winters are magnificently mild, unless you are in the mountains, and who would want to be in the mountains, anyway?
She likes her robes, because they are expensive and flattering, and she can pretend to be important as she wears them. And beautiful silky curtains that are currently closed, and while Azula can tell it is midday by the fire in her blood, Ty Lee is not quite sure if it is day or night, or, for that matter, how many days have passed.
Azula's lips are missing every time they attempt to hit Ty Lee's now. They both are so impossibly exhausted, but Ty Lee refuses to give in as she just presses her hips more and more insistently against those of her girlfriend. Azula cannot deny the sparks, the wanton desires that radiate from Ty Lee. The way her neck leans back and Azula's fingers can trace her perfectly smooth, silky, peachy skin.
She tastes Ty Lee's lips, and how sweet they are. And Agni they are soft, very soft, like silk sheets the first night you have them. And not as damp with sweat and stifling as the ones wrapped around their bare legs are. It makes her suddenly very aware of how chapped, dry and cracked her own lips are.
The heat surging through them could not be matched by any flame in the Fire Nation, any bubbling magma or even the sun itself. Or so Ty Lee and Azula believe, and what they believe is much more important than the reality that exists outside of this dark, locked room.
Ty Lee pushes Azula down, her lips beating a tattoo of fire down Azula's neck. The tingling sensation surges through Azula like little sparks, sparks that grow and grow until they become a raging fire. Azula cannot remember what her clothes even felt like, but she can quite recall how the gorgeous blue silk lingerie of her long distance girlfriend had felt against her insistent hands.
Azula had such perfect dark hair, splayed out beneath her, this white skin that now shone with sweat Ty Lee was quietly proud to have conjured, scarlet lips, red nipples against her very small but very, very enticing breasts. And Ty Lee kisses every inch of those colors, and those soft but pointy features.
The lust is limitless. Absolutely, completely, utterly limitless. The vibrant sensations making Azula's toes curl, or the soft, such sweet, high moans of Ty Lee, most of them directed into Azula's tingling neck. The heave of their breath, their bodies pressed, their breasts against each other, in utter perfection.
They stain Azula's flawless silk sheets for hours.
And they leave deep nail marks in each other's silky smooth skin.
When it ends, Azula is lying in her bed, still perfectly naked. Still an expanse of skin that is certainly not unexplored by the girl sitting on her windowsill, and gazing at the naked body in front of her, with Azula's silk blankets wrapped tightly around herself to protect her skin from the harsh breeze entering the open window.
"That was nice," Azula says and Ty Lee rolls her eyes.
"That was evidently the best sex of your entire life. Stop lying. I can clearly tell." Ty Lee shoots Azula a very fake and exaggerated scowl.
"Maybe," Azula whispers, and her facade is even weaker. "Or maybe I've already forgotten and need you to show me again before I can make my decision."
"Well," Ty Lee says, shrugging off the blanket wrapped around her and striding over to Azula, "that can't hurt. I mean, I definitely want you to have the most information you possibly can have before you make such an important decision as to what the best sex of your entire life was."
"Of course." Azula cannot hide her smirk this time.
They stain Azula's flawless silk sheets for hours.
And they leave deep nail marks in each other's silky smooth skin.
