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Suki fought back a grimace at the aftertaste of tequila on her tongue, her head pounding steadily above the bass of the giant speakers on either side of the makeshift stage in front of her.
“This is gross!” Katara yelled, her head in the crook of Suki’s neck as she gestured to the crowd of drunk college students, headbanging to the incomprehensible garage metal band.
She nodded. “You’re the one who wanted to be here!” She pointed a finger at her friend, shaking her head. “If it weren’t for Zuko being here, you’d be asleep already.”
Katara just rolled her eyes. “It’s New Year's Eve,” she mumbled sheepishly, though she had the decency to look a little smug about it.
Suki waved her off. “I don’t blame you,” she affirmed, “I see why you’re into him. I’m still taking all of the credit for setting you two up, by the way.”
Katara opened her mouth to protest, but Suki cut her off.
“I don’t want to hear it tonight,” she shook her head. “You’ve dragged me here to your boyfriend’s hot sister’s New Year’s Eve party. The hot sister who just so happens to be my ex’s best friend,” she grabbed her friend by the shoulders, jostling her slightly in her drunken state. “The least you could do is say thank you,” she teased.
“Fine,” Katara scoffed, “thank you Suki,” her voice dripped with sarcasm. “You must be having such a difficult time,” she placed her hand over her heart sympathetically. “Just admit it! You’re just waiting for me to disappear with Zuko so that you can get with his sister! Plus you and Ty Lee broke up over a year ago, and you’re on friendly terms now,” she rolled her eyes.
“Psh,” Suki waved a hand dismissively. “That’s exactly what I’m here for, and you’d be stupid to think otherwise.” At Katara’s wide-eyed expression, Suki tipped her head back and laughed. “See, it’s not so hard to admit when I want someone.” She shrugged, knocking back the rest of her lukewarm drink. “Speaking of,” she nodded at someone approaching from the left.
“Suki,” Zuko greeted her politely as always, his eyes glued to Katara’s satin silver dress as his hand moved to wrap around his girlfriend’s waist.
She didn’t bother responding, as Zuko and Katara were now fully absorbed in each other, the rest of the world disappearing into nothing.
With that task completed, Suki beelined her way through the drunken, sticky crowd and into the massive kitchen. She was simultaneously too drunk and not drunk enough for one of Azula’s parties.
A confetti cannon popped to her right, the crowd of people shoving her further into the kitchen at the noise. She picked a stray piece of pink confetti from her hair before smoothing it down.
“There you are,” Azula’s haughty voice carried across the noise.
Suki’s eyes flicked up to meet hers as she crossed the short distance.
“Waiting for me, were you?” Suki said as she approached where she sat on the marble kitchen island, Azula’s white teeth flashing in the low light.
“It’s a little rude, don’t you think?” Azula cocked her head to one side. “You should never keep the host waiting,” her black stiletto nails drummed against the countertop impatiently, a movement that reminded Suki of a cat flicking its tail in annoyance.
She bowed her head as if in supplication, “I’m so sorry, your majesty, please forgive–”
A firm grip under her chin, nails just shy of digging into the soft flesh there. This time, Suki couldn’t help but smirk as she met her heated gaze.
Her golden eyes seemed to glow in the dark as she appraised her, her mouth almost in a frown but not quite. Suki’s hand came to rest on Azula’s wrist, fine-boned despite the grip she had on her jaw. Unable to resist temptation, she ran her thumb against the sensitive skin of Azula’s pulse point, fighting back a laugh as she felt her hand twitch.
“Do you like what you see?” Suki cajoled, leaning into Azula’s hand. She might be too drunk for this.
“Do you like hearing yourself talk?” She countered, the beginnings of a blush forming on her cheeks, only noticeable if you knew to look for it, which Suki did.
Suki pulled back, Azula dropping her hand into her lap as she did so, crossing one leg over the other.
“As a matter of fact,” Suki said as she turned slightly, occupying herself with finding something suitable for Azula to drink, “I do.” She grabbed a bottle of mezcal. “And I know you love listening to me, don’t you?” She smiled sweetly, gesturing for her to open her mouth.
Azula scoffed, her dark brows furrowing. “Right now, I’d love listening to you shut the fuck up,” she sniffed, but there was no real heat in her voice.
“Just admit it,” Suki, spurred on in her stupidity by the warmth radiating between their bodies and the alcohol running through her veins, put her free hand on Azula’s thigh, gently nudging her knees apart so she could stand in the space between. She laughed lightly at Azula’s sudden exhale, her eyes fluttering shut for just a moment before she collected herself. “We’ve been dancing around each other all year,” she said quietly, her fingers tracing idle circles against the softness of her thigh.
“You’re so full of yourself,” Azula growled, though it sounded more like a whine.
“I’ll drink to that,” Suki twisted the lid off the bottle, tipped her head back as she drank, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
She opened her eyes to find Azula staring at her, eyes half-lidded. “Your turn.”
Miraculously, Azula didn’t object this time, her eyes closing as she opened her mouth. Suki’s hand cupped the back of her head, fingers tangling in the silken strands of hair at her nape as she poured. She waited for her to swallow, her eyes tracing the drop of mezcal that ran down the side of her mouth. She placed the bottle back on the counter, her thumb coming up to wipe it away. Azula exhaled sharply, her eyelids snapping open, brows still furrowed as if she were conflicted.
Suki opened her mouth to say something else provocative, but Azula beat her to it, her pointer finger against her lips. “If I kiss you, will you finally stop talking?”
She grinned, but stayed silent, shutting her eyes and leaning in.
“You’re so easy,” Azula said, almost in disbelief, lightly pushing her away.
“Only when it comes to–”
The pair startled at the sudden shouting from the living room, where most of the party had drifted.
“Ten, nine, eight!”
Azula’s golden eyes flashed in the dark, wide and blinking rapidly. Suki could practically hear the gears grinding in Azula’s head, should we, should we not?
“Well?” Suki asked, planting a hand on either side of Azula’s hips, grinning down at her, calling her bluff.
She watched Azula’s throat bob, her shoulders moving as she took a deep breath in, then out.
“Three, two, one!” The sound of more confetti cannons was deafening.
“Fuck it,” Azula muttered to herself, too low for her to hear, but Suki read her lips nonetheless.
She was still grinning smugly as Azula grabbed either side of her face in her hands and kissed her firmly. Her eyes opened for a moment, shocked that this was actually happening, before she focused on the feeling of their lips pressed together, Azula’s nails grazing lightly against her scalp.
Suki’s brain finally caught up, her own hands going to grip her waist before one came up to cup her sharp jaw, tilting her head for a better angle as she deepened the kiss. She swallowed the soft, satisfied sound that Azula made, fighting back a groan as Azula rooted her hand more firmly in her hair.
“Not here,” Azula mumbled dazedly against her lips.
Wasting no time, Suki lifted Azula off the counter before setting her down on the tile floor, her hands steady at her waist as she teetered on her stilettos for a moment.
Azula grabbed her hand, led them to a side door, through a dark hallway, and up the stairs. Suki couldn’t help but make a comment.
“Is this how you treat all of your guests?”
Azula whipped her head back to glare over her shoulder. “Don’t make me change my mind, Suki.”
“Yes ma’am,” she nodded, adopting a serious expression as she pantomimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key.
The pair, only a little too drunk for fine motor control, stumbled gracelessly into Azula’s massive bedroom. Suki kicked the door shut behind her before spinning them, pressing Azula back against it as she resumed kissing down the side of her pale throat, cataloguing the breathy sounds spilling from her lips. Azula’s hands roamed across Suki’s bare back, digging into the muscles of her shoulders, making her suppress a shudder.
She spun them again, walking Azula further into the room until her legs hit the side of her gigantic four-poster bed. Her fingers were featherlight across Azula’s collarbones as she laid her on her back, running down the exposed skin of one arm, then the other, her kisses suddenly soft.
Azula, ever impatient, shifted further up the bed until her head rested against the mass of pillows, shooting Suki an unimpressed look from where she still stood at the foot of the bed. Suki admired her from this vantage point, noting the slight swelling of her lips, the pretty flush to her pale skin, the softness to her usually sharp eyes.
“Are you just going to stare at me all night?” Azula bit out, though her tone was breathier than usual.
“That depends,” Suki said, kicking off her heels as Azula did the same. “What would you rather me do?”
“Tch,” Azula huffed, averting her eyes, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.
Ever so slowly, Suki made her way up the bed, making sure not to touch her. She watched as Azula’s breath caught in her throat at the movement, waiting in anticipation. She hovered, mere inches between their faces. “Well?” She asked, her breath ghosting across Azula’s face.
Azula’s eyes snapped back open. “Don’t make me say it,” she said obstinately.
“Say what?” Her fingers began mapping a path across her collarbones, Azula’s hands twitching at her side. “I can wait,” she said sweetly, tracing a fingertip over her right nipple, Azula shuddering at the contact, her jaw clenched.
“Suki,” Azula gritted out, her breathing shallow as Suki continued slow, deliberate circles.
“Yes, Azula?” Suki leaned in, pressing soft kisses against the side of her neck, her pace still slow, languorous. “What do you need?” Her tone was soft, cajoling.
Azula bit back a whimper as Suki pinched her nipple harder, her tongue laving against the sensitive flesh where her neck met her ear. Involuntarily, her hand came up to rest against Suki’s jaw, as if she could somehow pull her closer.
Suki hummed, nipping gently at her earlobe, Azula huffing as she felt her grin against the side of her neck. Suki felt her hands pulling at her hair insistently, guiding her head down toward Azula’s chest. She laughed lightly, kissing a path across the base of her throat, then across the tops of her breasts. Her hand reached up, pulling the thin straps of Azula’s dress down, her back shifting off the bed to push the fabric down until it pooled around her hips. Suki drew back on her elbows for a moment, admiring the rare sight of Azula undone– her black hair strewn across the pillows haphazardly, her rouge lipstick smudged, her breath shallow and unsteady as she shivered underneath her.
“You, too,” Azula jutted her chin toward her.
She quickly stood from the bed, removing the last of her clothing before kneeling back between Azula’s legs.
Focusing on the task at hand, Suki licked a stripe between her breasts, palming one and closing her mouth around the other nipple, eyes rolling back in her head as Azula gripped her hair, choking on an inhale. She hummed contentedly, her movements unhurried as Azula twitched underneath her, doing her best to stifle her moans.
“God damn it Suki,” Azula growled after another minute, tossing her head back.
She propped her head up on a hand, blinking up at her innocently. “What?”
“If you don’t fuck me in the next five minutes, I swear I’m going to scream,” she said sardonically, glaring down at her.
She laughed, surprise and delight flitting across her face.
“Do you really think so lowly of me?” Suki feigned disappointment, her lips drawn into a pout, eyebrows knit together.
“What are you talking about?” Azula bit out, practically shoving Suki’s face back into her chest.
She took her time flicking her tongue lightly over her nipple, her hand beginning to trace a path down her toned abdomen. She hummed, “I’m pretty sure I’ll have you screaming when I fuck you, too.”
Azula choked back a groan as Suki’s hand finally pressed down on her clit, her back bowing off the bed. “Please,” she mumbled, her face slack-jawed as Suki continued to tease her through the thin fabric of her underwear.
Suki perked up at the word. “I’m sorry,” she pulled back to look at Azula’s face, “did you just say please? I never thought I’d see the day!”
She anticipated the smack to her shoulder, laughing as Azula huffed another breathy sigh, her face turned into her pillow.
“Don’t be embarrassed, princess,” she kissed a path down her abdomen, one hand pinching Azula’s nipple, the other pulling her dress the rest of the way off. “Girls who say please are girls who get what they want.”
With that, she pulled Azula’s black lace thong to the side and buried her face in her pussy, humming at the sensation. Azula’s hands gripped at Suki’s hair as she choked on a moan, her hips bucking against where Suki’s forearm pinned them to the bed. She luxuriated in the feeling of Azula’s strong thighs clamped on either side of her head as she licked firm circles around her clit, her breathy moans growing louder, whinier, her hands increasingly tangled in Suki’s hair.
She glanced up and couldn’t help the grin that stole across her face– Azula was completely undone. Her silky black hair was askew across her pillows, the pile haphazard across her headboard, her usual cold, composed expression nowhere to be seen, her pale cheeks ruddy, her eyes screwed shut, her brows pinched. She hummed again, Azula’s chest heaving, her mouth open on another moan, louder than the previous. Seemingly self-conscious, one of her hands untangled from Suki's hair and moved to cover her own mouth, but Suki just laughed, reaching up to grab her wrist and pin it to the bed.
“No way,” Suki murmured in between Azula’s thighs, “I want to hear you.”
Azula choked on another moan, her hips bucking wildly against Suki’s face.
“That’s it,” Suki coaxed, moaning along with her. “Ride my face like the good girl you are.” She grabbed Azula’s thighs, pulling her thong down and off before shifting and flipping them so that Azula was kneeling over Suki’s face, gasping in surprise at the change.
Azula planted both hands on her headboard, shifting slightly as Suki began nipping at the soft skin of her inner thigh. Panting, Azula sank lower, Suki’s hands gripping her thighs to pull her fully down and keep her in place, face firmly against her wet pussy.
Azula cried out as two of Suki’s fingers entered her as she sucked on her clit, her whole body shaking as she clenched around her. Suki couldn’t help the moan that escaped her, Azula’s response to her ministrations setting her blood to just shy of boiling.
She couldn’t help herself. “Fuck, you taste so good,” she murmured, curling her fingers just slightly.
Azula threw her head back, her hips grinding down harder into Suki’s face, her moan frantic and unrestrained. “Please,” she managed to say, “don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, keeping a steady rhythm with her tongue and her fingers, humming at the way Azula felt around her, her thighs trembling around her head.
Suki’s other hand reached up to pinch Azula’s nipple, causing Azula’s hips to jerk again, her head falling to rest on her arm as she whimpered.
“I think I’m going to come,” Azula announced with a sudden clarity that made Suki laugh.
“If you only think you are, then I’m not doing enough,” Suki replied before laving at her clit with renewed energy, her fingers still steadily pumping in and out of her tight pussy.
“But–” Azula groaned again, “what about you?” Her voice was breathy, her speech slurred.
“Don’t worry about me, baby,” Suki assured, “this is about you.”
Azula practically screamed as she added a third finger, Suki increasing the pressure on her clit. One of her hands came down to grip at Suki’s hair, her hips grinding back and forth, thighs shaking with built-up energy.
“Just like that,” Azula begged. “Please.”
Moments later, Azula’s thighs clamped around her head, her body frozen in place as she came, riding her face. Suki managed to glance up from between Azula’s thighs, watching as she shuddered and pulsed around her fingers, her come dripping down her face. Suki moaned as her hand found her clit, a drawn-out sound against Azula’s pussy as she trembled on top of her, still clenching. Azula was breathing hard, her full weight resting against Suki’s face, her thighs still trembling as she whimpered on her exhales. Suki licked a slow circle around Azula’s sensitive clit, moaning at the way Azula’s whole body tensed, a half-formed mewl caught in her throat.
Suki kept her hand rubbing slow circles between her thighs, removing her fingers from Azula to instead rub slow circles into the girl’s lower back, tracing them up her spine. Azula, while mostly languid, was still half-tensed from her position above her.
“You were so good for me,” Suki praised, her own breath picking up as she rubbed her clit.
Azula keened, her back muscles twitching under Suki’s hand as she licked lightly.
“One more.”
“I can’t,” Azula shook her head, thighs closing around her head.
Suki hummed. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard that from you,” she said as a challenge, her hand finding Azula’s nipple, pinching it lightly.
Azula’s back arched, her hips grinding slightly. “Fuck,” was all she said.
Suki continued slowly, alternating between soft licks and gentle sucks, lapping at Azula’s core, fighting back her own reactions as her other hand worked her closer and closer.
Azula’s breathy, whiny moans increased in frequency, her hands shifting to grab at Suki’s hair again, pulling harder and harder.
“This is what I want to happen,” Suki said between licks, “You’re going to come on my face again, and the satisfaction of getting you off a second time is going to get me off, okay?” Her tone was smug.
To her surprise and delight, Azula didn’t argue, she just breathed a drawn out yes and ground down harder against Suki’s mouth, her thighs practically vibrating on either side of her head.
“Good girl,” Suki murmured, and if there was a touch too much genuine adoration in her tone, that was her business, and they both chose to ignore it.
Suki made good on her promise, coaxing her into another orgasm, this one less intense but longer than her first. Suki moaned against Azula’s heated skin as she came undone at the feeling of her above her, her knees closing around her hand as she shuddered through it.
Azula rolled off and flopped down on Suki’s right side, a contented sigh falling from her lips as she curled against Suki’s warmth. Suki shifted onto her side, her arm coming to drape over Azula’s waist, her face nestled in the soft skin at her nape. She bent to press a kiss to her shoulder, pulling up the duvet from the bottom of the bed.
“Good?” Suki asked cheekily.
Azula barked a surprised laugh. “Don’t look so smug.”
“You’re not even facing me! How could you know what I look like?” Suki mumbled into her shoulder.
“Because I know you,” Azula stifled a yawn. “We can stop pretending that I don’t.”
Suki shrugged. “Fair enough.” She settled in closer, her chin atop Azula’s head, her own eyes heavy. “Goodnight, princess.”
Azula made an affronted sound at the nickname, but nonetheless tangled their legs together, sighing again. “Goodnight.”
They could work out the logistics and everything else in the new year. For now, they slept, limbs fully entwined, heartbeats steady in their chests. For now, it was enough.