Pressure Points
Title: Pressure Points
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters: Ty Lee, Azula
Prompt: 18. Point
Word Count: 239
Rating: PG
Summary: Ty Lee may be a bit of a ditz, but she’s not stupid.
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Ty Lee looked thoughtfully at Azula’s back before carefully digging her thumbs into a point at the base of the princess’s neck. Azula made a soft noise that, coming from anyone else, would have been considered a moan of pleasure. Ty Lee grinned, knowing nobody could see her, so it was safe to do so. She could feel the tension draining out of Azula beneath her hands. She kept herself from saying anything like ‘I told you this would make you feel better,’ or anything like that; she wasn’t stupid, after all.
“Down a little,” Azula ordered, and Ty Lee readily complied, sliding her hands down the princess’s back until she made a noise that told her she had found just the right spot. She spread her hands, feeling the tense knot of muscles quiver slightly. Azula wiggled, turning her head to try and look at Ty Lee. The acrobat began kneading Azula’s back, chattering about nothing at all to the princess in an effort to fill the silence. Anything to get Azula to stop looking at her with so much speculation. It was never a good thing when Azula looked at someone like that.
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters: Ty Lee, Azula
Prompt: 18. Point
Word Count: 239
Rating: PG
Summary: Ty Lee may be a bit of a ditz, but she’s not stupid.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Link: My Table
Ty Lee looked thoughtfully at Azula’s back before carefully digging her thumbs into a point at the base of the princess’s neck. Azula made a soft noise that, coming from anyone else, would have been considered a moan of pleasure. Ty Lee grinned, knowing nobody could see her, so it was safe to do so. She could feel the tension draining out of Azula beneath her hands. She kept herself from saying anything like ‘I told you this would make you feel better,’ or anything like that; she wasn’t stupid, after all.
“Down a little,” Azula ordered, and Ty Lee readily complied, sliding her hands down the princess’s back until she made a noise that told her she had found just the right spot. She spread her hands, feeling the tense knot of muscles quiver slightly. Azula wiggled, turning her head to try and look at Ty Lee. The acrobat began kneading Azula’s back, chattering about nothing at all to the princess in an effort to fill the silence. Anything to get Azula to stop looking at her with so much speculation. It was never a good thing when Azula looked at someone like that.