Ok, Fulcrum101, can I just say that this is one of the toughest prompts I have written thus far? So for giving me such a challenge, I am giving you a "four-parter". You're welcome haha! Enjoy, working on getting parts 3 and 4 up soon! But for now...enjoy! QTZ
Once again the world has proven anything you can do, I can do BETTER
Azula's face was drenched, her limbs sore and completely stretched over the flexible woman under her while the weight of her nemesis pressed down from above.
"Give up, yet, Princess?" Asked the gifted contortionist beneath her form.
Azula bit her bottom lip as the woman underneath raised unto the tips of her fingers and toes. Her back arched unnaturally, chest pointing directly towards the firebender's mouth. Thankfully, she was clothed.
"It's ok to give in, ya' know".
Azula shook her head, sweat popping from her face. She was determined to win this dumb game or burn Caldera to the ground in her loss. That $50,000 was going to turn into a custom, baby Unagi-skinned Louis Vuitton handbag very soon.
Iroh's slow paced voice announced the next color. "Left foot, blue".
Azula looked about. Katara lifted a leg over her back with a grunt, aiming for the blue dot above her head while she stretched her own between the woman below her.
"Mmm...yes...Princess," moaned Ty Lee, erotically.
Concentrate! Azula coached herself, swallowing when the woman stretched a leg upward, softly touching her lower treasurer before completing the stretch over her own shoulder, toes hitting the middle of the blue dot perfectly. Only problem was now Azula stared at the slight indentions of her best friend's folds through her pink trousers.
Look away! Look away! Oh...Agni".
Ty Lee smiled slyly as if reading her thoughts. "Are you ok, Princess? You can win, ya' know".
Azula grit her teeth. How dare Ty Lee be allowed entrance into the competition? She wasn't even invited! Well…duh…it was all her fault.
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The twister mat was set shortly after Ozai gave a lengthy speech from a handwritten paper. His daughter's well-written lies always incited the crowd. Iroh thanked the leader for his kind words, announcing the Twister Charity to commence after refreshments.
Music played while noble attendees ate and communed with one another. Azula checked her smartwatch, surprised to see a message from her old friend and brief fling that read: "Good luck, Princess. See you soon". The message was followed by thousands of kissy-face emojies.
Rolling her eyes, Azula entered the training room to change and stretch for the competition. Aang awaited her completely naked.
"Are you sure we're alone?" She hissed in a low tone.
She had narrowly escaped her father's rage twice earlier, afterall.
"Of course," said Aang, pointing to the set of saunas lining the back of the room near the showers. "Figured you could use a good stretch for luck".
Azula smirked at the insinuation, following the probender immediately. The two stepped into the sauna completely bare. Aang kissed the princess against the wooden panel, pressing against her stomach with light moans before…
"Oh…um…wow".
The two stopped their passionate foreplay when the door flew open to reveal the shock of the night…Ty Lee.
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The world's most feared ruler overlooked the crowd below him from his place in the box seating above the newly designed Fire Nation Temple's arena. With the rise of technology under his diligent supervision, his country now possessed the only completely malleable arena in the four nations. The place could transform instantly with the push of a little red button, from a ballroom, to an arena, a pool to even a courtroom.
What better way to flaunt the superiority of his nation?
The ruler regarded the crew preparing the place for a star-studded night of charitable propaganda to appease the people.
"Mr. President!"
Ozai turned an eye towards one of the most irritating men he knew. The Southern Water Tribe's billionaire, Varrick, gave a sugary sweet grin with an extended arm to greet him. Ozai regarded the gesture as if the man's hand was disease-ridden.
"Bowing is acceptable in the Fire Nation, Son," spoke Ozai, coldly.
Varrick gave a hearty laugh as if it was the funniest joke he had heard. "Of course!" With that, he gave a low bow. "Just wanted to say what a snazzy place you fiery people have here!"
Ozai huffed, walking past the man as if he were a rodent beneath his feet. As he walked towards his bedroom to retrieve his apathetic wife, his expensive cellular phone vibrated in his pocket. He retrieved it, continuing to walk as he opened the newest post from Gossip Bender, the website that single-handedly made and/or destroyed the lives of the rich and famous. The fire lord stopped in his tracks immediately at the words:
The Fire Nation Princess Caught in the Act with Top Pro-Bender Prospect!
Below the newest gossip column was a picture of his conservative daughter against a wall with the tattooed boy he had met less than 12 hours ago sucking her neck as if he wished to draw blood. To say the president was livid was an understatement. His little girl had some serious explaining to do, soon.
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Meanwhile, Azula thought over Ty Lee's clever offering in brooding silence. Instead of preparing herself further for her grand performance tonight, she was thinking of a "better" way to tell her ex to get lost. Ty Lee was always a tease and she had simply grown out of their innocent love affair when she graduated from the academy and left for Harvard. The girl was content with being part of a matched set when Azula could guarantee her glory, glamour and all of the wealth a peasant would shit bricks to claim. The two were just not compatible and her father would never approve anyway, so Azula did what was best and moved on.
Obviously, the acrobat had not taken the hint and chose to use her flexible skills to boost herself a spot in the competition, after the deadline and completely UNINVITED. Her audacity was downright disrespectful, yet sexy at the same time. Azula had to admit she relished in it. The popular, Miss Four Nations had her sights set on the Crowned Princess no matter how many suitors pawed for her attention or the fact that Azula was in her first, completely monogamous relationship.
"Get out if you know what's good for you!" Azula had snapped at the woman's sudden intrusion into the sauna.
Aang licked his lips at the half-naked beauty before Azula grasped his neck with slender fingers that hid immense power.
"Oh, Princess, how could you host a flexibility contest without yours truly?" Asked Ty Lee boldly, shedding her towel.
Azula and Aang's mouths gaped in tandem. A thousand insults and curses could not wield her mind away from the heat that intensified in the already scalding room. Ty Lee stepped closer towards the two with a smirk that she obviously learned from her overly confident ex. "I can help you win, you know…" remarked Ty Lee, leaning in close to the college student's ear. "But my loyalty comes with a small…price".
Azula snatched a much needed cigarette from her best friend from Harvard, Ginger. The two young adults sat away from Azula's brother's peasant friends on the opposite side of the Olympic-sized swimming pool, large brimmed hats adorned to block the intense sunrays, despite being indoors, from "Agni's Hell on Earth". Dark, designer sunglasses sat on their noses as they mutually glared at the ridiculous antics Zuko and the others participated in while they ignored starved stares from various noblemen and jealous, pruning women admiring their revealing bikinis.
They had exactly three hours before they needed to be in the ballroom for the charity and Azula had needed less time to decide not to take Ty Lee's offer. The tease was obviously playing a game with her and she refused to cooperate. So what if Ty Lee's a so-called "trained contortionist"? Azula would win on her own merit and keep her lover all to herself, Ty Lee and her beautiful body, be damned.
Azula sipped her steaming chai tea with several splashes of her father's expensive bourbon at the bottom of the cup while Ginger lazily hogged the cigarette when it was passed and checked her cell phone. Two pedicurists had been called to tend the women's feet and hands for the festivities.
"I can't believe this idiot can't catch a fucking hint! Do I need to spell it out to him?" Hissed Ginger, her single thumb flying as she sent a text to her co-star in her successful mover series, Nuktuck. "Ok, how does this sound? 'I don't play, unless you pay'?"
Azula chuckled. "You couldn't be more vague. Try, 'I'm fucking my boss to get to the top'," she offered.
Ginger thought on it for a brief moment before shaking her head. "Hmm, nope, Varrick's married, remember? I don't want to be a regular on Gossip Bender like someone I know".
Azula raised an eyebrow. "What now?" She asked, knowing the comment was said with intent.
Ginger opened the latest tabloid post and showed it to her.
"Give me that cigarette!" Growled Azula, scanning the words and provocative photograph.
After several, nervous puffs, the princess hurriedly text her father. 'Zuzu photoshopped that,' she said, knowing he would believe her.
"I wish I knew who this Gossip Bender was. Probably my boyfriend's ex, Katara".
Ginger shrugged. "Or Zhu Li, I swear that woman's such a selfish bitch".
"You're sleeping with her husband," revealed Azula.
"Exactly!" Exclaimed Ginger, waving her hands frantically, pissing off her manicurist to no end. "You would think she would just get over it already!"
Azula shook her head before her golden eyes caught a glance of her boyfriend emerging from the clear water, his tattoos beautiful around his carved, half-naked, 6'6 frame.
"Now that's a man!" Commented Ginger, licking her lips. "Care to share?"
"Sure, after I kill him first," remarked Azula.
Ginger snickered. "A girl can dream. I'll take you both".
"I'll keep that mind," Lied Azula. She already had one airheaded former best friend turned ex-lover to keep at bay.
The fact that so many women wanted what was hers made the princess suddenly very hot and very bothered for her probending star. She kicked her pedicurist in the nose as she stood and strode over to greet her boyfriend. Taking a seat on the edge of the pool, she would not dare get in, having never learned how to properly swim. Of course, no one would have guessed such a thing and she especially did not want Aang's ex to figure it out and possibly use it against her somehow.
Aang caught the princess's frame immediately and licked his lips in lust. Katara wanted to smack her ex with the entire pool of water at that instant. Huffing with jealousy, she crossed her arms with a glare next to Suki. Aang had not even glanced her way, instead taking off immediately after rich chick and her dyed, red-headed, B-list mover star friend. Katara watched him float towards the woman she could never be, her emotions stirring in turmoil. She gripped the granite sides of the pool from where she sat on its edge.
The water began to ripple in response to her anger, prompting Suki to stop sucking off Sokka's face and comfort her best friend.
"Earth-Cannon ball!" Screamed Toph from the diving board, gripping her knees as she toppled into the crystal, blue water. "Top that, Zuko!" She challenged the nation's sought after prince, climbing the top of the ladder.
Suki climbed out of the pool, using a towel to dry herself. Sokka licked his lips, but after seeing the scowl on his sister's face, decided to leave the girls. Besides, the red-head next to Zuko's little sister was giving him "The Eye" each time he glanced in her direction.
Opportunity would surely present itself if the Water Tribesman wanted it to, he was sure of it. Sokka threw caution to the wind and swam to the girls and Aang. The probender was seated on the granite poolside, his feet dangling in the water with the princess worshipping his chiseled frame from behind. Ginger sipped her blood, red sangria passively from a lounge chair, behind the couple.
Sokka stuck out his chest as he rose to his full height in the four feet of water. Just as he planned, Ginger's eye found his broad pectorals and a slight smirk crossed her bright, red lips.
"Mmm, who's your friend, Loverboy?" Asked the artificial red-head, checking out her fellow countryman over the rim of her beverage.
Aang shook from Azula's tongue running along his neck, finally answering, "That's Sokka, my ex's brother". He managed to say before moaning when the princess's hands moved from his back over his shoulders to gain back his precious attention.
"Hmm, not bad looking," commented Ginger, offhandedly.
Azula looked behind her, briefly. "He doesn't own a car," she announced before returning to her lover's neck.
"Ugh! Public transportation is so bad for the air!" Squealed Ginger, rolling her eyes.
Aang was about to correct her when Azula's red lips covered his, making him taste pomegranates and forgetting Ginger completely.
"Well, hello, lovely lady," Sokka approached the group dripping wet with a sly grin.
"770-555-6969, call me when you get a car, Sweetie," Ginger spoke waving him away dismissively.
With that, she stood and left the group, leaving Sokka mouth agape. The water tribesman looked to his athletic pal who was two minutes from scoring again with the Fire Nation princess.
Well, there's always Suki. He reminded himself with a shrug before diving back into the pool.
Katara watched her brother's failed flirting with a raised eyebrow.
"You're just going to let him do that?" She asked the former captain of the Coast Guard. "How disrespectful!"
Suki shrugged. "Not all of us are staunch monogamists," she answered. "Speaking of, it's really bothering you to see Aang with the princess, huh?"
Katara sighed. "It's just, I thought we were meant. I mean, when Aang and I met years ago, he would follow me around like a sad puppy, remember?"
Suki giggled, checking her phone for new texts. Her new recruits were bickering about something and needed her input.
"Yeah, but that was before he grew over night and became Probender of the Year. Besides, he was annoying. You would avoid him like the plague," she reminded the young woman.
Fanning herself from the heat, Katara sighed. "Yeah, I know, but it was…cute. I miss him".
"Maybe, you should try getting his attention again. Obviously, Azula's an attention seeker. Maybe that's a turn on for him".
A thought suddenly came to mind at Suki's statement. "That's it!" She squealed, lifting herself to her feet. "The twister tournament is in a few. It's a flexibility contest anyway, maybe…"
Instead of finishing, the waterbender approached the couple in their own world. Azula noticed her presence first, of course. Raising an eyebrow, she looked her over as if she were small, glaring as she strategically lavished the man Katara was pining for with her tongue against his neck in a slow, very sexy manner. Katara's lip snarled at the display.
"Are you lost?" The princess finally asked. "I know my home is the size of that entire rathole you come from, but it is not difficult to navigate".
"No, just wondering if you were ready for tonight?" Katara hinted with a smirk.
"Hmm," began Azula. Kissing Aang's cheek she directed her answer to him. "Well, Boyfriend has surely stretched me to impossible limits. What do you think, Lover?" She asked with a smooth grin that made Katara roll her eyes.
"So," continued the woman, trying her best to be sincere. "Does the winner get anything?" She asked.
Azula sucked her teeth obviously increasingly annoyed by her presence. "I adore your enthusiasm…er…whatever your name is".
"Katara," coolly snapped the Water Tribe woman. "I'm sure Aang told you or maybe your brother," she added with a knowing smile at Aang's sudden attention.
Hmph, that's right, you're not the only fish in the sea. She hoped to communicated with her words.
Azula lifted a smooth, newly shaven leg over and across Aang's tattooed pair in a long, showy stretch that made him immediately dismiss the comment.
"I don't discuss peasants with my brother and sorry guess you forgot to mention her, hmm, Sweetie?" She asked him, legs wide across his lap. "Besides, there are preliminaries. Before you can compete, you need to win the splits contest. You'll have thirty seconds to spread those wolf legs of yours in order to qualify".
Katara reddened.
"Azula," said Aang with a pout. "Be nice".
A flash of disgust showed briefly before the ever-calculated woman shrugged.
"Goodness, Lover, must be the heat".
"I'll see you at the preliminaries!" Growled Katara, stomping away.
