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Who: Azula and Ty Lee
Where: Azula's office
What: Ty Lee has been reassigned to guard Azula
When: Monday
Warnings/Rating: NC-17 for graphic depictions of sex and Dom/sub relationship
Status complete


Azula had come in early. She usually did, when she hadn’t been out very late. She had room in her office to practice her firebending forms. It was what she was doing this morning, moving between the expensive vases and statues along the walls, and past the chinchilla cage on another wall. She spun and turned with grace.

There was a knock on the door. It was the perfect volume. Loud enough to catch Azula’s attention, but soft enough not to disturb her if she was truly busy. Ty Lee was on the other side, adjusting her uniform so it looked perfect. She wanted to make a good impression on her new boss, after all.

“What is-” The door opened. Azula answered. Not a hair out of place, amber eyes blazing. The fire turned to shocked recognition, and she trailed off, at a loss for words. Her vision flashed a hundred scenes. She recovered momentarily, and stepped aside. Her voice was perfect, without even a tremble. “Come in, Ty Lee.”

Ty Lee nodded graciously and stepped in. “I guess you were told ahead of time I was coming.” She smiled brightly at Azula. “It is my pleasure to serve you, Azula.” She was wearing a pink dress with white sneakers. It made her look somewhat younger and extremely adorable.

Her insides felt like they were on fire. Attraction, memory, betrayal, fear and remorse were flooding Azula's chest and stomach. She wasn't afraid of Ty Lee. She was afraid of what she made her feel. She always had been.

Despite the turmoil in her heart, Azula's voice was even, though her eyes couldn't quite disguise desire. Her lips turned up. "You're here to serve me, are you?"

What game was this? Did her uncle know? Had he dreamt? Was this some plan to unnerve her, or did he actually feel like this would help her somehow.

Never had a bright smile hurt so much.

Ty Lee nodded, obviously quite excited about her new position. Azula didn’t seem bad, so far! “I am! In whatever way you ask, according to your uncle. It will be my pleasure to serve you, as well.” She hoped this new assignment would be as fun as her last one.

She didn't know if she should kill the old man or kiss him. "So if I told you to strip naked and lick my boots, you would?"

Ty Lee nodded, and even went so far as to begin taking off her dress. “Without question. Do you want me to do that?” Iroh’s instructions had been very specific.

"Wait, no, not yet!" Azula held out a hand, torn between the desire to see her and a stubborn need to earn the right. "Come here." She gestured. "In public, you are to call me ma'am, or or boss. In private, you may call me by my name."

Ty Lee nodded and rebuttoned her dress. “Yes, Azula. I’ll remember that.” It was pretty standard, really. Where was the horrible terror she’d been warned about? This was almost the nicest anyone had been to her. At least anyone in charge.

Azula pointed at the cage. "That's Zuko. You'll clean his cage daily."

It was a mundane, stupid thing, but it would be a good test of loyalty. Besides, she thought that Ty Lee would enjoy the soft, fuzzy creature.

She stepped closer, entering Ty Lee's personal space. She wished that skirt was shorter. "Do you have boyfriends, Ty Lee?"

“Yes, Azula.” She nodded, refraining for saying how adorable the chinchilla was, even though it really was very cute.

She didn’t back down when Azula came close, and she didn’t move closer, either. “No. I don’t like boys very much.” She didn’t mind personal questions, either. Her entire life was to serve these people, and what Azula wanted, if it was answers, cage cleaning, or naked bootlicking, she would get.

"Do you like girls?" Azula asked, tilting her head. She swallowed, a subtle bob of her throat. Ty Lee had done everything without question in the dreams, too. At least until she'd betrayed Azula. With the hindsight of dreams, part of Azula was grateful. She'd saved Mai's life with her actions.

“Yes. They’re much prettier, and their hands are softer.” Plus, boobs. You really couldn’t argue with boobs.Ty Lee tilted her head a little. “Am I allowed to ask questions?”

“You may,” Azula replied, not stepping back, but not moving closer either. She had to agree with that assessment of women.

“Are you asking because you find me attractive, or is there someone you want me to seduce?” Her expression showed her extreme interest. She wanted to know no matter what the answer was.

Azula blinked. She straightened her shoulders and back. It was said that Azula always lied, but she was honest today. "You're pretty, Ty Lee. The prettiest girl I've ever seen. And you are never, ever to seduce a man, or a woman. I don't care if my father or uncle give you the order, I won't. Have. It."

She lifted her fist, and blue fire surrounded it. "Am I understood? You're mine. You serve me and I will protect you."

Ty Lee was surprised. She’d been trained specifically for that. To be told not to perform her most useful function was quite strange. The fire frightened her, and her eyes went wide for a minute. Maybe the stories were a little true. “Y-yes. I understand.” She didn’t nod, for fear that her hair would catch on fire.

She waved her hand and the fire was snuffed out. She wouldn't have anyone touching Ty Lee if she could help it. It was selfish, and a little mean, and she didn't really care.

Azula rubbed her forfinger up and down the bridge of her nose. It was so easy to fall into old habits. Her voice softened. "Have a seat. I want you to tell me everything that you were told about me, and what your mission is. Don't leave anything out." Azula walked around to the other side of the desk, and sat down in the plush chair. She opened a drawer and pulled out some sweets. She offered one to Ty Lee.

Though she was shaken, Ty Lee sat down with a small amount of grace, crossing her legs daintily. “I”m supposed to serve and protect you, above anything else. I was promoted after a vice squad spent all night trying to get me to name a price for sex instead of looking for the cocaine deal that was going down. People have said that you have a bad temper, that you’re as ruthless as Ozai, that you’ll likely inherit the family business. They left out how pretty you are.” The last bit would hopefully calm Azula down. Ty Lee didn’t want her new boss to be mad at her just yet.

It helped. Azula preened a little bit. "I am pretty, but I do have a bad temper. I'm pleased to know you're not an idiot."

She didn't counter the accusation about her cruelty, or inheriting the family business. She wanted to trust Ty Lee, but she couldn't, not yet.

When Azula rested her hands in her lap, she realized they were shaking. "After you were promoted, what happened?"

“Khamul informed me of the promotion, and I reported to Iroh’s office. I received my assignment and went home. Then the city turned into a drug dream and I stayed home under orders from my direct supervisor, and then I came here to meet you. I also ate a few times and took three showers.” She decided to go for the maximum amount of detail possible.

Azula nodded, closing her eyes for a moment and sighing. She leaned back in her chair, thinking for a moment of a different place entirely. When they opened, it seemed as though she'd composed herself. "If you're to be my bodyguard, I suppose you'll need to live with me. I'll have the extra bedroom prepared for you."

“I have my things packed and ready in my locker. I’m not to leave your side unless you order it.” Which was was thankful for, because she didn’t know what to do if there was a conflict of loyalties. “I don’t need much.” She added, trying to be helpful.

"If you need anything, ask me." Azula rested her hand on the desk and tapped at it, her eyes exploring Ty Lee's face. She felt, suddenly, a little more whole. Azula resolved, then and there, to make amends. Ty Lee was one of her two best friends, and she didn't even know it yet.

She undid the top two buttons of her shirt.

The bodyguard nodded. “I will, but I’m pretty self-sufficient. Is there anything I can do for you?” If her voice was a little more seductive with that last question, it could simply be blamed on her willingness to please. She had quite a bit of that, and wanted to make Azula very happy with her performance.

Azula looked at her, expression calm and collected, but her eyes burned golden. Ty Lee's tone had had a noticeable effect on the temperature in the room. She exhaled, then waved a hand, bored. "Strip. I wish to see you, all of you."

Ty Lee stood, smiling brightly again. “As you wish, Azula.” She undid the buttons of her dress, sliding it down her arms and hips slowly, so Azula would get the best possible show. Her bra and panties were both brand new and white, with a tiny pink bow between her breasts and under her belly button. She slid her sneakers off and moved around the desk to be closer to Azula, undoing her bra and discarding it along the way. When she was on the same side of the desk as Azula, she slid her panties down far enough to sit on the desk, and slid them off the rest of the way, one leg at a time. It gave Azula a great look at her legs from every angle, and then some. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Her voice was breathy and high, and it was no feat of acting. She wanted so very much to please Azula. That she could do so with her body as well as her service was wonderful.

Azula decided that there was a god, then and there, her eyes widening as little by little, Ty Lee stripped for her. She was so close, that Azula could taste her. Whether on purpose or not, Iroh had chosen perfectly.

Despite that, she kept a bored mask in place, only letting Ty Lee see the reaction in her eyes. She never wanted to hide all of herself from the girl.

Her voice was a little more breathless than she would have liked. She vaguely realized she had lost control of the situation. "How old are you? I'm seventeen."

“I’m 16. I’ve been in training for this job my entire life.” Ty Lee slowly slid down the desk, so that she was spread out in front of Azula like a pin up model, her head propped up with her arm. She should be disheartened by Azula’s apparent boredom, but something told her it was fake. Maybe it was the way Azula’s gaze lingered just a little bit too long on her Ty Lee’s best assets (which were plentiful).

There wasn't a place on Ty Lee that Azula didn't want to run her fingers and tongue over. She leaned forward, resting her hand on her chin. "Are you flexible?" Her voice said 'I don't really care' but her eyes said she was already hooked.

She reached up to rest a hand in her leg, and ran it up to her hip. "No wonder my uncle was so interested in knowing my type." It was a frank admission, but harboring a crush for ten dream years made Azula give no fucks. She could make Ty Lee do whatever she wanted. Like a toy.

It was a heady power. A dream come true. "Are you a virgin?"

Azula would probably incinerate the desk if she wasn't."

Ty Lee nodded at Azula’s first question. “Yes. I’m very flexible, and a skilled acrobat.” She closed her eyes and savored Azula’s touch, shivering at the casual intimacy. It was different now than it was in the clubs. Here she really wanted to be accepted, but had no guarantee she would be. In the club, it was certain.

She did giggle at the comment about being Azula’s type. She almost made a remark, but Azula’s second question caught her off guard. She blushed brightly, the color traveling most of the way down her chest. “Yes. I haven’t. . . not with anyone else. I’ve done a little teasing, but nothing more intimate than what we’re doing now.” Why was it so embarrassing? She wasn’t sure.

"Tease me, dance for me. I'm the only one in the world for you and you want to show me that." Azula's hand moved up Ty Lee's side, brushing the underside of a breast before moving to her arm. Her body was perfect. Unmarred and beautiful. Untouched. Azula would make sure she got her first.

It was a precious thing, this power that Azula gave up. Ty Lee had more power over her than she probably realized.

Azula smiled. It wasn't a cruel smile. It was a fond one. "If you do we'll, maybe I'll give you something that you want of me."

Ty Lee moaned softly when Azula brushed her breast. She felt like a starving man inhaling over a feast. If Azula wanted her to dance, Ty Lee would happily oblige. She slid so that she was in a sitting position, then slid off the desk. Her body moved in graceful, undulating motions as she slid her hands up Azula’s legs, following the curves of her boss’s body with her hands and body. She moved to straddle Azula as her hands skimmed up the other woman’s arms, her body moving sensually as she got closer and closer to meeting Azula’s eyes.

She kissed Azula for just a moment, and continued rising, her breasts passing a millimeter away from Azula’s face, before she stood again, her hands stroking the underside of Azula’s chin.

Azula's hands explored Try Lee's body as the girl danced for her. It was selfish but she was a selfish person. Her skin was soft, her breasts firm.

The kiss nearly undid her, and tore a tortured sound from Azula's throat. It had been unexpected. Her eyes held undisguised lust and barely contained emotion. Only years of control kept her from revealing more.

When she remembered how to speak and breathe, she said, "You did well."

Ty Lee smiled. It felt good to be wanted so sincerely. She bowed her head, not bothering to hide her glee. “Thank you, Azula. I think I will like being in your service.”

Azula reached over, and pulled Ty Lee closer, practically into her lap. It was more of a hug than anything else, at least at first. Her hands slid down the enforcer's back. Azula whispered in Try Lee's ear, her breath hot. "You can keep secrets?"

Ty Lee moaned softly at the contact. She’d never been this close to a woman, and especially not an attractive woman. “Yes, I can keep a secret. Except from you.” That had been part of her instructions as well. It was a strange addition, but she didn’t mind. Honesty was easier. She tentatively brushed her hands over Azula’s shoulders.

"Except for me?" She liked then sound of that. Azula's hands crept around, and then up. Her fingers brushed over Ty Lee's breasts and she shivered. "Do you find me attractive? I want the truth."

“Yes.” Ty Lee said immediately, with no reservations. “I didn’t know you would be so pretty, the rumors kind of hint at it, but. . . they’re nothing like the reality.” She leaned back, groaning as her attention returned to what Azula’s hands were doing. Azula was so much gentler than the men she entertained in the nightclub. Azula’s hands felt wonderful.

Azula actually blushed. A genuine blush. She leaned her head up, kissing Ty Lee again. It was a possessive, needy little kiss. Her lips were warm and demanding. She broke the kiss with another tortured sound from her throat.

“Help me undress.” She was enjoying this far too much.

The kiss was unlike anything Ty Lee had experienced before. She was used to drunk, sloppy people, and there was nothing like that in this kiss. She moaned softly, shivering again. She’d never been this attracted to anyone else.

When Azula asked to be undressed, Ty Lee stood and nodded, eager to perform this task. She knelt again, and began with Azula’s shoes. Her fingers fumbled at first, with excitement and nerves, but she kept at them until she had both shoes off.

Ty Lee seemed to want it. Or at least Azula was willing to believe that she did. The Fire Princess tenderly pushed her fingers into Ty Lee’s hair. She could be patient with her. She’d often had to be, despite any acidic comments to the contrary.

A small voice in her head pointed out that if she just used Ty Lee to do whatever she wanted, how different was she from the princess in the dreams? She silenced that voice. It would be different this time. It had to be.

Ty Lee smiled at the attention and stood, offering her hands to Azula. “I’ll need you to stand up for the rest.” Unless she wanted to spend the rest of the day naked. Ty Lee had a couple throwing knives stashed in her dress.

Azula stood, taking Ty Lee’s hands as she did so. The other girl was shorter, but she was beautiful. Azula liked the height difference. It was just right. She was just right. “I don’t let many people see me like this. Or do this to me. And from now on I’ll only let you. Would you like that?”

“If it pleases you, Azula, then it pleases me.” Ty Lee’s voice was low and soft, so only Azula would be able to hear. She gently undressed Azula, taking her time, stroking each new bit of exposed skin with delicate fingers. “I am yours, to do whatever you want with.” She leaned in, so she could whisper in Azula’s ear. “And the idea makes me very wet.”

Azula closed her eyes as Ty Lee's voice cut right through her, more than even her caresses. She caressed her hand down the girl's stomach and between her legs, to check. Her breathing grew shallow, and ragged, but she did not move her hand. Nor did she do anything with it.

"If you ever fake it..." she kept the rest of the warning silent.

Her fingers twitched.

Ty Lee gasped when Azula slid her hand between her legs. Her honesty was evident, and she blushed again, as red as an apple. “No, never.” The words were a mixture of a gasp and a moan. Nobody had ever touched her there, not like this. This was a pretty eventful day already.

Azula laughed. It was almost a nervous sound, but it was a laugh that no one in this world had likely ever heard. A happy laugh. Her fingers started to tease, lazy circles and playful caresses. "You can fight, too?" It sounded like she was asking because it was expected of her.

It was probably not expected that her fingers be where they were right now.

It was hard to focus. Ty Lee nodded, because she was a good fighter, but it was an afterthought. Her attention was on the hand between her legs, and the fingers caressing her most secret places. “I-I want to finish undressing you, please. It’s not right for me to be pl-pleased before you.”

Azula pulled her fingers free, gazing into her eyes as she licked her fingers clean. She shuddered visibly, wanting more. "Okay. Proceed."

Ty Lee shuddered too. This was the right thing to do, though. Azula was the boss, her needs were more important. Now Ty Lee’s fingers trembled as she touched Azula, sliding her shirt off with a graceful motion. She bent down to kiss each of Azula’s nipples, certain Azula wouldn’t mind her taking that liberty. They tasted good, and the texture was perfect under her lips. She moaned softly, her hands moving to undo Azula’s pants while she sucked and nibbled on one breast, then the other.

An approving whimper escaped as Azula tangled her fingers into Ty Lee's hair. She forgot if the door was locked or not, but she thought they were alone. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. From the sound she made then, Azula had given up trying to play it cool.

"Gods I'm never letting you sleep again..."

Ty Lee giggled, both out of nerves and genuine amusement. “I don’t need sleep.” She slid down to her knees, taking Azula’s pants down with her. She planted a soft kiss just above Azula’s hairline, holding Azula steady at the hips. Her tongue snaked between those lips, sliding delicately inward, to taste her.

Glee flooded through Azula, just before Ty Lee's tongue made her body catch on figurative fire. Her fingers tightened, almost painfully. She moaned Ty Lee's name, squeezing tears out of the corner of her eyes. They trailed down her cheeks, and dropped from her chin.

Ty Lee cried out as Azula clenched her hair, but she continued what she was doing, sliding her tongue deeper into that soft, delicious flesh. She kept her head carefully still, but nudged the inside of Azula’s thighs, to get her to spread her legs apart. Ty Lee wanted to prove that she was a good employee, that she could please Azula in all aspects.

Azula's fingers loosened as she spread her thighs apart. Finally she looked down, and stared. She groaned at the sight. It felt like her heart was going to beat out if her chest. Azula was in control and she loved it.

"More," she ordered.

Ty Lee was eager to follow instructions. She buried her face in Azula’s hair, eagerly lavishing her with attention, licking and lightly sucking the sensitive skin, her fingers sliding gently inside Azula, to tease her every way she could. Standing made this awkward, but she didn’t want to stop.

Azula spread her legs a bit more, pushing Ty Lee’s head in and then moving her hands to the desk to prop herself up. It felt amazing, and her head swam with the combined intoxicants of lust and power. She didn’t beg, but she did encourage. “Yes...gods Ty Lee....”

She still wanted to taste more of her bodyguard. She wanted to reduce her to a quivering mass. She wanted to hold her as they fell asleep, but wouldn’t admit that out loud.

Ty Lee let herself be led, slowly moving her fingers inside Azula, lapping and nibbling at her body with eager desire. She wanted to bring her boss off, to feel her orgasm as intimately as she felt her own. She redoubled her efforts, moaning softly with desire as her senses were filled with the sensations of sex.

It didn’t really take long before Azula was crying out, her body quivering from release. Some papers on the desk caught fire and she giggled as she snuffed them out. She was afraid to move, her legs felt that weak. Azula wiped at her face, pretending that that was just sweat that got into her eyes.

Ty Lee shivered when she felt Azula reaching her peak. She slid out from under her new boss, stroking her hands lovingly over her hips and butt. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Azula.” She wiped her face as well, licking her fingers clean. Azula tasted delicious.

She kissed the younger girl. It was full of fire and promise, and a great deal of emotion. Azula pushed her up onto her desk, exploring with desperate hands. Her hair had fallen loose from its bun by the time she broke the kiss and gazed at her. She stroked Ty Lee's cheek. "You make me feel as though I could face all the armies in the world and burn them to ash, in glorious conquest!"

Being pushed around like that was pretty hot. Of course, at that moment, the list of things that didn’t turn Ty Lee on was much shorter than the list of things that did. The kiss was intense, and she returned it with passion and need. She was worried she would die if Azula didn’t touch her right then and there. Her eyes were full of desire when Azula spoke. “I believe you could do it.” Her voice was hushed and breathy with need, but she was sincere.

Azula stared at Ty Lee, her eyes sincere, and her mask long forgotten. I loved you from the moment I saw you her expression seemed to say. Azula kissed her again, then trailed her lips down Ty Lee's chest. She would probably burn someone alive if they picked now to interrupt her.

Her touches alternated between possessive and tender, rough and gentle, before her fingers finally returned to that warm place they'd been before.

This was heavenly to the inexperienced Ty Lee. The expression on Azula’s face made her heart pound in her chest, and the woman’s kisses and touches felt intense. Ty Lee moaned softly, stroking Azula’s head gently. She bucked a little when those fingers slid inside her, eyes closed to savor it even more. “Oh, yes.”

She moved her fingers, seeking Ty Lee's secret places. Trying to learn her body, and what brought her to the edge the fastest. Only she stopped, and pulled her hand back, tasting Ty Lee on her fingers while she gazed at her.

Azula teased her like that, several times. To demonstrate that who was in control. That Azula could make Ty Lee come or not as she chose. She returned her hand to what had quickly become her favorite place, and ran the fingers of the other over her breast.

Ty Lee was very responsive, and each stop drew a sad noise from her. She wanted this so much, but she knew it would be at Azula’s leisure, and not her choice. The pleasure seemed to intensify every time Azula resumed touching her. She whimpered and moaned, with no control over herself at all. She felt utterly undone by Azula’s touch.

Azula kissed Ty Lee, gentle and heated, as she stroked her fingers. The kiss seemed to last an indeterminable amount of time. When she broke the kiss, she ordered, "Come for me."

The kiss and the stimulation were amazing, and between the two it didn’t take Ty Lee long to obey Azula’s command. She shuddered and bucked against Azula’s fingers, eyes shut tight as she lost herself in pleasure. Nothing she’d experienced so far had ever felt that good.

It was the most beautiful thing Azula had ever seen, and she locked the memory away in a safe place, for when she woke up in a sweat, screaming.

She smiled happily, trying to blink the emotions out of her eyes. "Oh Ty Lee, you're perfect."

It felt like her life was looking up.

Ty Lee smiled brightly, and pulled Azula in for a kiss. “I’m glad I please you, Azula.”