Azula burns bright (bornoffire) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-24 21:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, azula, dick grayson (nightwing) |
"You don't object if I continue to see her?"
Who: Azula and Dick
What: Azula grows a beard
When: dated to Monday, 6/25!
Where: Wayne Enterprises
Status: Complete
Rating: R for leaving Dick tied to a desk
Azula walked into Dick's office building. She was wearing tight leather pants and a designer shirt, in a deep maroon color. She leaned against a wall and waited.
Dick was somehow negotiating the replacement of the fake palm tree that had been the sole victim of the company trust fall exercise. Probably because he'd commented sarcastically to several people that he would really miss it. That was what happened when you suddenly stopped being absolutely sincere. Nobody believed you, really. Anyway, he was on the phone, ordering a new version of it he'd picked out, and studying the lobby for measurements when Azula came in, so she got a grin and a held up finger, no not any of the GOOD fingers, indicating that he'd be a minute. After the phone call was over, he approached her with a little nod. "Ma'am' he greed, with a little smirk. "Mistress" was going too far for public, even sarcastically.
"Dick," She replied, keeping her face even, save to the smallest of smirks on her lips. Something inside her had a qualm. You have Ty Lee, you don't need him. But she did. Just not in the way he probably hoped - though that might be part of the package.
"I need to talk to you about something." It was a statement.
Dick snapped out of the brightly sarcastic greeting, but his expression remained open and, welll, ready to listen . He did consider her a sort of friend after everything that had happened, and he did want to be a help. "Of course." He said, "Is this the sort of thing we can take up to my office or would you rather we head somewhere else? It's pretty quiet and private up there.'
Azula nodded imperiously, "Quiet and private is good. This is important." He was so..open, and cute, and vunerable. It made her want to break him all over again. Would that be cheating?
Well, no, not really cheating if she WANTED to do it. DIdn't she set the rules for things like that? Anyway. "We can head up then." Dick gestured to an elevator. "Would you like coffee or something first? I can run you by the lounge." The elevator doors opened, and they stepped out onto a floor with office fronts. It was probably clear, from the motivational posters on the door down the hall where they stuck Dick but 221 C still passed the sacred shrine of caffiene.
Cheating on Ty Lee, mostly. Even if she hadn't said what sort of relationship she and Ty Lee had, let alone her and Dick. She glanced into the sacred shrine of caffiene, "I'd like one, yes. How do you operate that contraption?"
Dick grinned and gestured her in. "Mr. Fox sprang for the starbucks personalized machine." he explained, patting it fondly, and went ahead to show her the different buttons. "Basically, you tell it what you want here...' He demonstrated with some buttons, "add things like sugar, etc, and then you hit this button..." And out it came. He gestured for her to give it a try when he had his cup.
Azula did not get her own coffee, in this world or any other. So she stared at him, like he was daft.
"Or I can go ahead with it. "What do you take in it?" Dick asked, assuming she was just a litle weirded by the bright display.
"Sugar and cream," Azula replied, folding her arms.
Dick went ahead and got those for her, and then handed her the cup. "I've got better mugs in my office that'll keep it hot longer." he told her, then continued ushering her down the hall to the poster be-decked room. There was actually a "hang in there" kitten even. The office needed help.
She took the coffee and followed him, sipping at it. That was all the thank you he'll get. When she stepped into the office and looked around, she felt the incredible urge to vomit. It was that bad It was terrible. It even reminded her a little bit of Ty Lee, thanks to the kitten. She shook off the feels, and sat down, "I have a..problem."
Dick perched on the edge of his desk, and nodded at her. "Go for it." He said, nodding for her to continue.
"My father has certain expectations of me, if I am meant to continue in his place. These expectations are inconvenient."
"Family business things?" Dick nodded at that. "I can't identify but, well." he waved a hand around. "This is why my boss is here really. I take it yours are a little less...benign than Wayne Enterprises?"
Azula smiled. Wayne Enterprises was a competative target, and was actually on the 'attempt hostile takeover' list at some point. Which made her plan even more delicious, in her book, "I need a boyfriend."
Dick choked a little on his coffee at that. "And I'm potential meet the parents material ? Should I be worried about this? I mean...they're not the type to eat me for dating their little girl or something?"
"He'd probably shoot you. But here's my problem - and if this ever leaves this room I will kill you." Her voice was cold and she looked dead serious.
"There's someone else who isn't acceptable to them?" Dick asked her, his voice getting quieter in case someone MIGHT be walking by and pausing at his door. Not exactly likely, was that? "Or...sorry, go ahead.
"She would not be acceptable," Azula said, quietly. "I can push her away. I am trying to." It was cruel. It sounded cruel. But then why was she here, effectively seeking a Beard?
"Oh ouch." Dick said, clicking his tongue sympathetically. "I don't know if pushing away is the right way to go if it's really...well she must be important to you if you're trying to protect her from that. But uh, you know. Don't let your parents dictate that kind of thing. I mean..I'm willing to be your acting boyfriend but..." He tried to gather his thoughts here. "I wouldn't just push her away for that."
"I can't have feelings, if I expect to inherit this empire!" That wasn't what Azula had meant to say, at all. She grit her teeth and sipped at her coffee, "I wouldn't expect you to be my acting boyfriend without getting something out of it. You were enjoyable, and just need more training."
"Empire?" Dick asked her, frowning a little. 'I didn't realize it was, well, that big. That IS a problem." he debated saying what h wanted to say and held back. Suggesting patricide never did go over well with people. "Well, I'll leave you to your matter of the heart then. I"m not too great at them as a whole. And uh...thanks." he ducked his head, blushing again. "I had a good teacher."
"So you'll be my boyfriend? You're a sharp dresser when not at the beach. Like scissors. You cut through the room." That was supposed to be a compliment.
"That's all down to my boss's sense of it really." Dick eyedarted. "I'm kind of copying Bruce half the time. You know, fake it when you have no idea." He'd gotten better at it on his own though. Adding some colors to his wardrobe, like the dark purple suit he had on today had bene his idea though.
Azula suddenly wondered if she needed to be Dick's beard. The thought amused her. And was it really a beard if she did in fact enjoy sex with him? Just without emotional entrapment. She wanted it both ways. She wanted Ty Lee, and she wanted to maintain her image - and enjoy it at the same time. She hadn't even been by the Dungeon in weeks! The thought sobered her a little. What had Ty Lee done to her?
Nah, he figured he'd have noticed boys already if he was going to. Sure, there were a few guys he admired as a whole but...it was more in the emulating way, not the wanting to sleep with or even kiss way. The suit had been more of an impulse thing than anything, but when it was combined with light grey everything else? Kind of still nice. A little gay, maybe but...
"You don't object if I continue to see her?"
"How could I?" Dick asked her, seriously. "Anybody who you love has got to be amazing. Why should she be hurt if we can help it?"
Azula shrugged a shoulder, like it didn't really matter, "It would make things simpler."
"Well, yes, it probably would." Dick agreed. "But well, it probably wouldn't make you happy. Though, maybe if she was away for a while, it could help. Like kept on the downlow."
"She's going to London for the Olympics. I'll be flying out early next month to join her." The distance might help. Or it might not. It might make things worse. Azula was already considering the naughty things she could make Ty Lee do over a webcam. But wouldn't that invite closeness? For a moment, she looked vunerable, and conflicted.
"Oh really now? I'm impressed." Dick grinned. "You know how to pick them." And then he caught the look on her face and..."That's probably going to be confusing at first with all this?" he asked her. "Sorting out how you feel and...stuff. But maybe that'll show you one way or the other."
"I don't feel!" Azula snapped!
"Okay, right." Dick held up his hands to aknowledge that and show her he wasn't trying to start a fight. "Feel was kind of the wrong word there. Sorting out what works best for you, how's that?"
That was the problem. On one hand, she wanted Ty Lee. On the other hand, she wanted power. And the two were coming to a crossroad where she wasn't sure she could have both. So sorting this out? Wasn't going to be easy, "She's annoying. Always cheerful. Stupid. She reads me like a book."
"Sounds like somebody you'll be close to no matter what." Dick said, smiling. "And it sounds like that'll be true no matter what happens between you. " He kind of wished he had somebody like that. To, you know, get him. Friends were sort of a foreign concept where he was concerned. "Maybe there's a way to make that work with your family expectations. And well, you said olympics. ...If she wins..."
"Maybe." Azula's lips turned up into a smile. It wasn't as cruel as her last one. She'd been secretly sponsering Ty Lee for months, and yet, that hadn't ever actually occured to her, as one of the benefits. She was surprised at herself - but then she hadn't really accepted her feelings back then. She still hadn't, really. Or it was a subconscious thing.
The smile when she thought about that said it all as far as Dick was concerned. This girl, whoever she was, obviously belonge with Azula. If he could help keep her family off her back in order to help them out? He'd definitely do it. She was one of the closest things he had to a friend so far, and well, as screwed up as he was, she'd accepted that and gone along with it. Despite the weirdness of his de-virgining, he quite liked her.
The closest thing he had to a friend? That poor man. Azula caught herself smiling and immediately made her face go blank. eyes shifting a bit.
Dick realized he might have been starring and eyedarted a little. "Sorry." he said quickly. "I sort of spaced out there."
"Thank you." She got to her feet, and then crawled onto his desk and peered down at him. It wasn't so much a seductive look as a demanding one.
Dick looked back at her on the desk. "Need something else?"
"To make it believable," She replied, smirking. Before this feeling in her chest amplified further.Guilt. Azula, it's guilt.
"Well then." Dick smirked a little, and walked over to his door. It was already shut but he slid out a little sign that said he was out to lunch. A late lunch, sure, but nobody would question. "Should we gag me? We don't want anybody catching on or hearing..." And, crossing back around, he picked up a few stacks of paper waiting there, and neatly moved them aside.
"Use your tie," Azula ordered. She closed her eyes. She thought of her dream. Of Zuko's scar and the knowledge of what it mean to be Ozai's daughter. Her mental picture of Ty Lee's face got pushed back, and hidden away. It wasn't so easy. Dick was making her think about her feelings. Actually THINK about them.
Dick considered what to do, undid the tie, with nicely contrasting purple and grey stripes, and started to tie around his mouth a few times. Gave him something to bite on too, when he'd gotten it worked around his head a couple of times. He didn't even feel that ridiculous really.
Azula grinned, then reached over and grabbed Dick's hair. She pulled him onto the desk, while she slipped off of it. Slowly, she stripped him, caressing at him while she did so, then using his own clothing to tie him to the desk.
Dick's eyes widened but it wasn't in a bad sort of shock. Just a good one. Really really good. He couldn't do much but he writhed under her hands, coming to attention, as it were.
Azula actually took a bit of pity on him, replacing her hand with her mouth, but never actually letting him release. When she thought he'd suffered enough, she straightened, and rinsed her mouth out with coffee, still not having let him finish. That feeling intensified in her gut. She forced it down. She couldn't do this. She just couldn't. It pissed her off, and she took it out on Dick instead, "There's a function Saturday night. I'll expect you to pick me up at seven. Wear your beast suit." And then she walked out of his office, leaving the door wide open.
He was fucked. He was completely fucked. Or actually, not fucked, which made the situation even worse. Well, let's see if we can wriggle out of this before somebody comes by...
It was not to be! His secretary came to check in on him, "Mr. Grayson, your 3 o'clock meeting is here earl---OH MY GOD!"
If Dick were Sherlock Holmes, he'd have had something awesome to say right now. As it was, he'd tugged off the tie by that point, mostly by chewing on it and was working on the rest. "I think you should get a raise and I'll make sure to strongly suggest it if you never mention this to anyone." he offered, struggling a little.
"Thirty percent," She replied, dryly. Staring maybe a little, and closing the door behind her. Maybe Dick might get a little secretary action, if he played his cards right.
The sound of the lock clicking shut echoed through the room.