SOFT

"I loved you when you gave me no reason to stay," whispers Ty Lee.

"So, what is the reason to stay now then?"

Ty Lee softly twists her fingers in Azula's hair and kisses her.

"This," she breathes as they slowly break away.

"Not that I would complain, but… anything else?"

"You can be soft, loving. I've seen it and I'm here for it, even when you're almost always so cold and harsh. I can't leave because of that softness you have when you're not trying to hide it."

Azula says nothing, because she finds that more of an insult than a compliment, but she also refuses to make a scathing remark, because any reason Ty Lee chooses to stay is worth upholding. Even if it involves swallowing pride or pretending.

She crushes her lips against Ty Lee's fiercely. There is nothing soft about the way she presses her palm against the small of Ty Lee's back. Ty Lee moans into the rough kiss.

Ty Lee feels her blood singing in her veins; all of her surges up to meet Azula, who presses her closer. They move, clumsy with desire.

In the subsequent kiss, Azula sucks on Ty Lee's tongue as their hearts race passionately.

As they fall back on the bed, the soft mattress contrasts the roughness with which Azula tears Ty Lee's clothes from her beautiful body.

They melt together like the softest snowfall.