(Theme Ninety-Two) Swimming
(As Prompted By) xUnfastenedxFlannelx
"It's beyond perfect, isn't it?" Ty Lee remarks dreamily.
Azula gazes at the placid water of the crystalline pool. It rests in a small clearing among an endless sea of trees. The princess agreed to this solely because she was allowed to leave house arrest for a little while, even if that meant walking in the forest.
"You're going to jump into that water, aren't you?" Azula says and Ty Lee nods at her. "I'll sit this one out."
Azula turns around and forces herself to sit on the cleanest boulder she could find. It still has moss on it that is the squishiest, most disgusting thing that she can imagine. But what she sees next is certainly not disgusting.
"Oh come on. That could be sexier," Azula teases and Ty Lee sticks her tongue out at her.
"You could be politier," Ty Lee replies in a sugar sweet tone.
Sugar rush. Now that's a good way to describe the ridiculous sensation that visits from this girl incite. Ty Lee has removed her hiking clothes and is now in quite flattering white undergarments.
"That uniform you wear is sickening," Azula says, glaring at the worn red fabric.
"I wish it was pinker! But I'm supposed to blend in when escorting dignitaries and fighting assassins and getting blown up…" Ty Lee laughs and Azula suddenly wonders if Ty Lee… remembers. No, no, that would be absurd. Azula would seem like nothing but a drug-induced dream to a girl who was hung up on her ghost of an ex.
"I miss the cute little pink thing you wore when we were after ZuZu. Your Special Forces outfit was vital to my morale."
Ty Lee snorts and it is somehow kind of attractive. Suddenly, she is pretty and graceful again as she removes the last of her clothes and leaps into the water. "Cold!" she shrieks, coughing on the water before she finds a rock to balance her feet on.
She swims gracefully; Azula is impressed. It's quite transfixing. Personally, Azula is helping herself to the entire bottle of fine wine that Ty Lee brought for their romantic picnic. This. This is how much she hates house arrest; she is willing to go on a romantic picnic.
Ty Lee surfaces and gazes at Azula from afar. She would love to pull that girl into the water, but she just continues, trying not to make a single mistake in her most sensual of swimming styles.
Azula notes that Ty Lee's nails certainly do not match the drab uniform. They are a stunning red, the kind that would look very good against a certain someone's bare ivory skin. The princess smirks.
The bright blue ripples remind Azula of her own flames. They kind of engulf the body of her paramour. The perfect but… scarred body. Scarred from the shrapnel of an explosion that Azula caused…
Ty Lee leaves the water as soon as she sees the wine is halfway gone. She is not missing out on that.
"Should I put on my clothes yet, or do you need a boost of morale before I make you hike up to our actual picnic spot?" Ty Lee asks, her lips twitching.
"Up to you," Azula purrs and Ty Lee knows the answer from her eyes. "A romantic picnic is a ridiculous idea if we tire out too much from a climb. I think this place is beautiful enough to use that energy in a much more productive manner."
Ty Lee smiles. "I think I like that idea."
Azula kisses her and her lips taste like wine. It is something Ty Lee thinks about when she hears about lip paint that promises to be delicious to whomever you are kissing. Cherries, wine, cherry wine.
Ty Lee feels Azula's lips beating a pattern down her neck, lower…
And Ty Lee whispers, "Tell me you own me."
