Day 3: Summer
Genres: Romance/Humor
Rating: M
Setting: Ember Island
She was supposed to be relaxed, the boy was a professional after all. But the way his warm, strong hands pressed into her skin… Azula was anything but relaxed. With Fire Lord Zuzu away on summer vacation, Zirin and the other girls demanded a break as well, insisting that their leader needed some relaxation. So here she found herself in a spa on Ember Island, face down on a massage table with an exceptionally hot guy rubbing her right where her legs met her butt. His hands were coarse and unrefined. She liked that. All sorts of unsavory thoughts filled her mind, imagining what else this boy could do with other parts of his body…
"If you wouldn't mind rolling onto your back, miss."
She complied, feeling more vulnerable and alive than ever. Especially as she felt his hands on her shoulders, rubbing right above her breasts. She wanted him to go lower, to feel her. Heat pooled her in lower belly, and she wondered if he could tell the effect he was having on her. She struggled to keep control of her breathing as his hands moved to her legs. Her heartrate climbed steadily as his hands crawled up her soft skin. She had to suppress the urge to moan when he reached her upper thighs. His fingers were traveling inward, so brash, so bold, testing their boundaries, teasing her in the worst way. He was so Spirits damn close to her heat, it was maddening. She wanted him to touch her there so badly, she ached.
"You seem stressed," he whispered. "Is there anything else I can do to help… relieve that?"
Her heart stopped. "Wh-What's your name?"
"Jet," he purred, smirking.
She smirked back at him. "Why yes, Jet, as a matter of fact, there is."