touched
Ty Lee smelled like rain that night.
They were fourteen and fresh out of conquering the Earth Kingdom together. It was a downpour. She had gone out in it and spun for some insane reason that Azula could not explain. Azula watched from the sidelines, pretending to reign over a courtyard of half-dead weeds, instead of being a girl scared by the feelings blooming inside of her.
Azula loaned her clothes and Ty Lee didn't bother to hide herself undressing. She did bother with the tie on the robe.
"Azula, this is all knotted and I'm stuck. My hands were slippery and –"
"You tangle your braid regularly. I know. Come here," Azula said and Ty Lee pranced over to her. Azula started to undo it and there was a mutual realization of what this seemed like.
More than seemed like, because it was slowly, slowly, painfully slowly turning into what it looked like. The slight catch of Ty Lee's breath, slight blush of Azula, the moment Azula finished untying and Ty Lee touched her hand and began to move it up, up, up, painfully close.
Azula pulled away and said something sharp and cold and Ty Lee managed to tie the robe up properly as she collected herself.
It was close.
Their hearts were racing.
Azula regrets that she didn't touch Ty Lee that night.
Maybe it would have changed things.