Done for Day 4 of Tyzula Week. Prompt was "playing with fire."
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Ty Lee let out a shaky breath as she pulled back from Azula. She rested against the wall, struggling to keep herself in check.
"Azula, we shouldn't do this," she said.
"You don't want to?" There was a predatory gleam in Azula's eyes that Ty Lee wasn't sure she liked.
"No, I do." Oh, how she did. She was going to need a long, cold bath after this. "But, Azula, you're not—" Azula leaned forward, her teeth grazing Ty Lee's collarbone while her hand slid up Ty Lee's front to cup her breast through the fabric of her shirt. Ty Lee gasped and stifled a moan. She pushed Azula's hand away, and Azula pulled back. "Azula, you're still not yourself. We—we shouldn't do this, I don't want to take advantage of—"
Azula laughed, cutting Ty Lee off. "What? Take advantage of me?"
Ty Lee frowned. "Azula, you're not yourself. We shouldn't do this—"
Azula grinned, eyes glinting in the dim light of the closet. "But," she said, surging forward and shoving Ty Lee back against the wall, pressing their bodies together, "isn't that what makes it so fun? Don't you enjoy playing with fire?"
Ty Lee tried to ignore the feeling of Azula's breasts pressed against her own. Her eyes darted to the locked door. It was no use, she knew. The closet was roomy, but she wouldn't be able to slip out of Azula's grasp. Which meant she would have to paralyze her, she thought. Then Azula's hands slipped under her shirt and—somehow—her breast-bindings to press against bare flesh.
Ty Lee crushed her lips against Azula's, slipping her tongue into her open mouth as she shoved her against the opposite wall. She pulled back just long enough to tug Azula's shirt over her head and take in shocked amber eyes. Ty Lee's lips and teeth fastened to Azula's neck as her hands fumbled with the breast-bindings and pulled them loose.
Azula's hands slid up Ty Lee's back, pushing her shirt up, while Ty Lee removed Azula's belt and trailed kisses and bites down her neck and over her collarbone until she finally reached her breasts. Azula gasped, back arching. Ty Lee slipped her hand below the waistband of Azula's pants which earned her a surprised whimper, and she smirked.
Azula was right: she did enjoy playing with fire.