Party
Pairing: Ty lee x Zuko
Rating: i guess t for erotic instance?
For someone who spent the majority of mornings with a makeup brush in hand, Ty lee (on nights when far less delicate techniques were applied) seemed to linger at the vanity longer than one would expect. Longer than Zuko in particular would have expected the first time he invited her to a formal gathering, as his date rather than his guard. Though, with the amount of time she had been in her room he might have expected full Kyoshi warpaint from neck to fingertips. But beauty takes time, no? He would find it eventually, though perhaps many droll events and moments of revered patience later.
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He knew now when to knock, down to the exact moment where he should find her placing a finishing ornamental piece in a braided crown or using the calloused pads of ungloved fingertips to smooth a stray hint of color from her lips; delaying himself with the drum of his own fingers against his thigh while he would stand outside her door in fear of knocking a moment too early to find her on the other side in a less than mild state of undress as he had before. He listened for the sound the music bow which held her hair ribbons, or other finishing touches to signify a final product. Only the boldest of nights were the ones that he knocked before the appropriate moment on his own accord just to watch her process as she gathered strands like dark, spun tea to plait them at the nape of her neck and expose the flesh beneath the curtain; dangerous subtleties that he could never tell if they were meant as such or only innocent coincidence that held power.
"We grew up together, Zuko. You've seen me in less!"
She would laugh and tease as he stiffen in his seat while her robe shrugged off of her shoulders with every quake of her chest. Of course he had, but long before he realized that her milky skin was pearly in it's texture, and long before that sloping throat was a resting place for lips and his specifically.
"And you might again-"
She would cast glances over her shoulder to reap the reward of heat in his cheeks before he rose to cross the room to her with determined brow and already outward reaching palms to search the planes of her shoulders. He supposed he allowed himself to be provoked, but on these boldest nights the dancing could begin early.
