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Ty Lee (chi_blocker) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-10 21:49:00

Who: Azula and Ty Lee
Where: Azula’s condo
What: talking, bathing
When: Saturday morning
Warnings/Rating: nudity, discussions of violence, mild sexuality between women
Status complete


Ty Lee wasn’t sure what she could do. Her master had been shot, thanks to her inaction. It wasn’t even like she’d made a conscious decision to let it happen, but when Ozai gave an order, she obeyed it. Years and years of hearing threats about the back room of terror had overruled her attachment to Azula. She wondered why Azula had stepped in, especially when it led to her getting injured. She didn’t understand what had happened, but she did know she’d royally fucked up.

So she did her best to serve, working tirelessly to keep Azula comforted, to get antibiotics into her on time. She didn’t even look at her video games or magazines. Her entire focus was on getting Azula healthy again. Whatever punishment the girl had in mind for her, Ty Lee was happy to accept it, because she deserved it, for putting herself above Azula.

On the scale of betrayals, it had hardly rated, to Azula. Her father was terrifying enough and her mind twisted enough by her dreams that it didn't bother her, not like it would have a few months ago.

She dreamed, in her haze of pain. Of the mental institution. And her hallucinations. Her mother and Ty Lee tended to be center stage. The damning part was that they didn't taunt her, or blame her, or yell at her or any of the things she'd desparately wanted to hear in her dreams.

The hallucinations have been kind. Loving. She carried on a long conversation with Ty Lee.

In another dream, late at night, they'd tried using pain to cure her. It helped, and yet it didn't. Especially when her mother and Aang of all people stood there watching. Patiently.

She opened her eyes, and thought she saw all three of them, standing at the foot of her bed and looking at her. She blinked her eyes, and only Ty Lee remained.

Azula looked at the clock, and realized she'd only slept a few hours that time. Her side ached. "Water?"

Ty Lee handed her a glass, and a pill. She didn’t say anything, her face was vaguely sad, like someone at a stranger’s funeral. She wished violently that she had acted, even if it meant being in Ozai’s little room. No torture could be worse than seeing her lover and master in this state, and know she was the cause.

Azula took both, eyeing the pill to make sure it wasn't a painkiller. She tended to try to avoid them unless the pain was unbearable. It was almost bad enough, now. Almost.

"Sit." She patted the bed besides her, then added. "Carefully."

Her voice was that sort of dangerous sweet she'd perfected, where one couldn't tell if kind words or a bite would come. She reached up to brush hair from Ty Lee’s face, and poke her shoulder. “Making sure you’re real..” That’s a concern, after all.

Ty Lee did as she was told, and the poke didn’t bother her. Azula was surely in a lot of pain, and Ty Lee knew what that did to a person, from both sides of the situation. She stroked Azula’s hand lightly. “I’m real.”

“Good.” She leaned in, pressing her face against the other girl’s shoulder for a long moment, then lifted it back up. “Do you want to know why I didn’t incinerate my father where he stood?”

“Yes.” Ty Lee nodded. “And how you would have.” That might be too much, but it was the only thing she’d truly given any thought, as far as questions went.

"For one thing, he's my father, and killing family is a lot more difficult than you'd think." Azula pushed herself up, and leaned back against the headrest with a barely concealed groan. "And for another, that would turn me into him. I'm already too much like him. Since I've...woken, for lack of a better term, I've spent a lot of that time trying to not become him. Because I know where that leads. I know who I become. I'm sorry, ahead of time."

Azula held her hand out, palm up, and a bright blue flame hovered there. It flickered and moved, casting the room in strange shadows. "Father does not share the dreams that Zuko and I do. He doesn't understand the true power within him."

“He could do this too?” The fear wasn’t even disguised in Ty Lee’s voice, though she didn’t back away from the flame. “That would be terrifying.”

"In my dreams, he can. He's the most powerful fire-bender in the world, the only one more powerful than me. Raw power, and control, and so much rage." Azula turned her hand over and over, making the fire dance, and smirked. "I've never seen him make lightning though, not like I could do."

“You get your power from the dreams?” How strange. Ty Lee was truly curious about this. “It’s incredible.”

She nodded her head. “I set my bedroom on fire, one night when they first started. Before I could control it. Uncle Iroh and Zuko can both control fire too. But I don’t think Uncle has dreamed yet. I’m not sure I want him too. He’s nearly as powerful as Ozai.” But not Azula. So there.

“That must have been terrifying.” Ty Lee held her hand. She was glad she’d missed that, but sad Azula had to deal with it alone.

“Me scared?” Azula scoffed, her eyes darting around a little bit.

Ty Lee smiled warmly. “Of course not, Azula. Forgive my mistake.” She cast her eyes down. “All of them. I was weak, and I wish I could go back and fix my mistake.”

Azula reached over, turning Ty Lee’s chin up. “What mistake? You haven’t made any that I’m aware of.” None in this world, and even that could be argued that saving Mai wasn’t a mistake.

“I should have acted against Ozai. You were hurt because I hesitated.” Ty Lee leaned into the touch, hoping that Azula truly had forgiven her. She wanted it so much.

"You hesitated. But he would have shot you instead. I don't care if you're my bodyguard, Ty Lee. You're my friend. I love you. You don't even understand what saying those words even does to me. What it means to me. The cost to who I should be." Azula wasn't even sure that she would. If Iroh, and her father weren't dreaming, could she expect Ty Lee to? Did she even want her to?

"Do you want to be punished?"

It meant a lot to Ty Lee, too. She’d never heard anyone say that. Even the man who was closest to a father to her had never said that. She took a minute to get over the shock, then shook her head. “Seeing you hurt is punishment enough. You’re not at all like the rumors said, and I’m so grateful for that.” She moved in, kissing Azula tenderly.

The kiss threw off whatever Azula was planning on saying next. She already had in mind a punishment, but it was probably more play than anything else. Any thought of handcuffs, ball gags and feathery flogs vanished as Ty Lee's kiss went right into her heart.

"I used to be," Azula whispered, her lips still close to Ty lee's. "I used to be exactly what they said."

Ty Lee kissed her forehead. “But you’re not now, and that’s what matters. I’m proud to serve you, and so grateful to have this job. You are worth getting shot for.” She stroked Azula’s face softly.

“What would you do, if this wasn’t a job?” Azula asked, her eyes serious. She sounded breathless, the pain sending shocks through her body. “Right now, if I told you you were free to do whatever it was you wanted, if I released you from service?”

Ty Lee thought about that. “I don’t know. I’ve never known any other life. I was taken in as a baby, I’ve trained my whole life to be what I am now. This is. . . the biggest achievement I could hope for. I wouldn’t know how to be a normal girl.” She shrugged. “And I’m not interested in learning. My place is with you, and that makes me happy.” She smiled, a real smile, for the first time since the warehouse.

"So if I released you from me, you'd stay?" Azula peered at her, her expression light. She wasn't releasing her, not by any means. To do so would be to put Ty Lee's life at risk, she knew that.

Ty Lee considered, and nodded. “Yes. And I’d still take care of you. You need someone to do that, and I really like to do it.” She stroked Azula’s hair. “Would you like me to get you bathed, and breakfast?”

"Only if you join me in the bath," Azula replied, leaning into Ty Lee's touch. She knew it made Ty Lee into a virtual slave to her, but she didn't care. She was relieved, mostly.

“I’ll have to, won’t I?” Ty Lee asked, her tone innocent. “Otherwise you might get your stitches wet, and that would be very bad.” She moved to help Azula out of the bed. “

"Worth getting shot over," Azula said. She wrapped her arm around Ty Lee, groping her lightly, then whimpered. "Damn it...."

She needed a painkiller. She just didn't want to take one.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Ty Lee looked at her bandage, worried a stitch had come undone.

“I’m...okay...” Azula exhaled sharply, and kissed Ty Lee’s shoulder. “I’m going to have to accept a painkiller. It’s too much today.” She sounded..apologetic.

“I’ll take care of you, I promise.” She settled Azula in the bathroom and poured out the little bottle of painkillers, handing one over. “Do you want me to hide your cellphone, just in case?” The question was meant to be silly, but she was willing to do it if Azula thought it was necessary.

"No, I don't intend on texting anyone." She gave Ty Lee an amused look, then popped the pill reluctantly. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she dug her fingers into the tub.

"Does my fire scare you?"

Ty Lee thought that over while she ran the bathwater. “Not anymore. I was pretty scared at the warehouse, but I didn’t understand what was going on, and I’d just been shot, so I was a little easily frightened. Now that I know what it is, kind of, and that you can control it, I’m not afraid. If Ozai gets it, then I’ll be afraid again.”

Azula nodded, accepting that. It was clearly a truthful answer, and she was happy with it. “I will never turn it on you, unless you needed me to cauterize something. I can promise that.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Ty Lee stood up again, peeling out of her clothes. She checked her own bandage, which was clean, and moved to help Azula into the tub. “It’ll be kind of fun keeping your side dry with my leg hanging over the edge of the tub.” She smiled brightly and settled behind Azula.

Smiling, she closed her eyes, resting her cheek against one of Ty Lee's breasts. She nuzzled it a bit as the painkiller started to kick in, and sighed.

She took Ty Lee's finger, and pressed it against a scar on her right shoulder. "My father doesn't know, but I've been shot before. I was freeing a friend. She was being sold into the sex trade."

“By us, huh?” Ty Lee stroked the scar carefully. “You were the one that got us out of that, or so I heard.” She took Azula’s hand and put it on the inside of her thigh, where a similar scar was. “My first time was during an attempted raid on the warehouse in San Diego. A cop got me right here, I would have bled out if not for my mentor.” She kissed Azula’s neck softly. “I didn’t get to hear the end of it the whole time I was there. I think everyone looking at my legs is how I got my previous position.”

Azula traced the scar with her finger, light and gentle. "Who was your mentor? I owe them thanks."

Her other hand tangled in the girl's hair. She could stare at her legs all day, she swore. Azula nuzzled. She blamed the painkillers for making her cuddly, though she tended to get that way when sleepy, or when Ty Lee was half asleep.

Ty Lee groaned softly, cradling Azula delicately. “An American, uh, Jacob.” It was hard to think when she was with Azula sometimes. Well, only about things that weren’t Azula. She just didn’t see a point in devoting the brainpower to it. She stroked Azula’s breasts, just trailing her fingers over that soft skin. “I owe him thanks as well.”

“Yeah...” Azula’s breath tightened, and she had to maintain her control, else she move to quickly and be reminded of just how cruel her family could be. It was too tender a moment to want to interrupt with yelps of pain. She’d have to find him, and pay him back somehow, because a world without Ty Lee in it was dark and boring place.

When Azula tensed, Ty Lee moved slower, stroking her fingers through Azula’s hair. That would have to get washed later, with the dry shampoo. There was no way to rinse it without possibly getting her side wet. But Ty Lee could wash the rest of her, and did so with flowing, gentle motions.

It was vaguely erotic. Azula closed her eyes and let herself enjoy it, without reservation. “Have you ever waited your whole life, for something, only be blindsided when it comes?”

“I haven’t.” She kept moving, stroking Azula’s skin methodically, cupping the water against her skin to rinse her, all very carefully and slowly. “But I have been blindsided by something very wonderful, and I hope I can be worthy of it.”

“Mmm,” Azula breathed, her finger still tracing the scar on Ty Lee’s thigh. She hesitated, before she found herself asking, “And what might that be?”

“Being in your service.” Ty Lee said, her hands coming to a stop on Azula’s thighs. “I never even knew to hope for such an amazing assignment, and now I can only hope I stay with you for the rest of my life.” Having a kind master who didn’t make her sit in a warehouse all day, who treated her with a molecule of respect and decency was more than she could have asked for.

“Yes, being in my service is wonderful,” Azula agreed, opening her eyes to study Ty Lee’s face. They were a bright amber as Azula thought about the future. She wanted Ty Lee to be her equal, not her subordinate, but it was up to the bodyguard to realize that and prove herself worthy.

Ty Lee returned her gaze, smiling softly. “It is.” The idea that she might be Azula’s equal had never occurred to her, and had no reason to do so at the moment.

"I suppose I shall strive to be a good master." Azula said, her voice sweet. It was hard to distinguish when she was genuine or not, but she hoped Ty Lee would learn."