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NIGHT – FIRE NATION CAPITAL Azula felt the touch, registered the presence behind her. She was sleeping beneath a single, velvet sheet on her expansive mattress, her pajamas an equally decadent silk that covered her lithe, fare body. Her hair was let down, arms cradling her head as she rested face down after yet another extravagant and successful night of lovemaking. Ty-Lee had been her customarily yieldful self, of course, slipping into her lord’s chambers late into the night by gentle candlelight and dressed only in pale, mesh robes that let her skin glow softly through from beneath. Although the entire palace probably knew of the princess’s routine liaisons with her long-time friend and confidante, she still relished the illusion of secrecy, the audacity of a forbidden and feverish affair concealed beneath the prestige and import of her throne. She’d lavished her tongue and fingers across Ty Lee as soon as the girl slid beneath her sheets, pushing hungry kisses over her mouth and