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Fanfic: Interrogation
Title: Interrogation
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Song/Azula
Summary: Azula promised that she would see Zuko on his knees in front of Song if she told the princess where he was, but Song has other ideas...
Notes: Written for the smut challenge at ATLAland; third-place winner. Go Earth Kingdom!

The door to her cell swung open, and Song looked up warily.

Yes, it was Princess Azula again, as always the very portrait of perfection. Song did not often entertain thoughts of harming others, but oh! how she longed to mar that pretty face, muss that perfect hair, make the princess wail and beg--

She turned away.

Azula's smirk was audible as she knelt by Song, running sharp nails through the older girl's hair. "Have you thought about my offer?" she purred, one of her nails trailing down the side of Song's neck.

Her breath hitched, and the princess laughed as Song shuddered. ("All you have to do is tell me where he went, and I'll see him on his knees before you.")

She certainly was angry with Lee-- Zuko. Not for the lying, but for the robbery. However, she wasn't angry enough to inform his terrifying sister which way he had gone. As attractive as Azula's proposal was, no mention had been made of releasing her, which was much more attractive than forced cunnilingus from a handsome boy.

The princess was still watching her, still caressing her hair. Song licked her lips and half-lidded her eyes, as though she was picturing what Lee-Zuko might do on his knees--

Oh my.

"Yes," purred Azula. "Whatever it is you want, I'll make him do it."

Song wriggled slightly, shifting so that her knee slid between the princess' legs, and noted her expression. If she didn't know better, Song might think Azula was aroused by the idea of forcing Lee-Zuko to pleasure her.

The thought was disturbing, but everyone knew Fire Nationals were sexual deviants, promiscuous and prone to perversions. Quasi-incest was likely overlooked as much as homosexuality.

Or maybe Azula was just messed up.

In either case, Song might be able to use this.

"What would you make him do?" she asked the princess, blushing like she was embarassed.

Azula smiled and leaned forward, uncomfortably close now. She dragged her nails lightly from Song's hair, down her cheek and under her chin, tilting Song's head so their eyes met. "Mm," she said thoughtfully. "I think first I would make him burn your clothes off."

Song jerked away at that, her eyes flying wide despite her attempt to hide her sudden fear. Azula laughed and caught her again. "Don't underestimate the Fire Nation, pet. Even Zuzu could manage to get these," she tugged at Song's hanbok with her free hand, "off without leaving a mark on you."

This didn't reassure Song at all.

Azula smiled, then yanked Song to her and kissed her, oxblood-painted lips hard and hot, so hot, oh gods she'd be burned--

Song kissed back.

Heat blazed in Azula's hands, and Song jerked again, panic overriding her common sense. This time, the princess released her, still smiling wickedly. "I'd make him kiss you like that," she purred. "Here," she stroked Song's lips, "and here, too." She squeezed one of Song's breasts, almost too hard, and Song whimpered half in fear, half in pleasure.

Another laugh, almost a giggle, and then Azula said, "Well," as she fondled the older girl. "Perhaps not everyone in the Earth Kingdom is a prude." She considered Song, then leaned in close. Her lips brushed Song's ear as she whispered, "Or are you just perverse?"

Song shivered, but turned her head and kissed Azula's neck softly, her tongue flicking lightly against pale flesh. A shudder passed through the princess, and Song whispered back, "I guess I'm just perverse."

"You--" Azula started to say, but Song pressed a gentle kiss to her mouth and cut her off, sliding forward until her knee just barely brushed against Azula's groin. The princess made a startled noise as Song deepened the kiss, tracing slow random patterns against her stomach with one finger.

Azula yanked away from Song, her eyes dark as she stared at the older girl. "D-do you call that a kiss?" she demanded angrily.

Song hid a smile. "Yes," she replied simply. "May I kiss you again?"

The princess couldn't quite hide her surprise at Song's question, but she tossed her head and growled, "Oh, very well."

Keeping her touch soft, she reached out to draw Azula back to her again, kissing her once more and slipping one hand beneath her shoulder guard to gently fondle her breast. The princess groaned and yanked Song harder against her, grinding just slightly against Song's knee.

Song took that as an invitation and parted her lips just slightly, enough for Azula to invade and claim her mouth. Song yielded the kiss to her but shifted her leg to press harder between the princess' legs. She moaned again, and the doctor took her mouth from Azula's and pressed a kiss to her throat, still so soft but with just an edge of teeth.

Heat flared, burning and gone and taking with it Song's jeogori and Azula's shoulder guard. She flinched, but didn't stop kissing the other girl. At the same time, her other hand fumbled for Azula's waist, undoing her belt and then sliding up underneath her shirt and breastband to take a new grip on her breast.

Azula hissed and thrust forward into Song's hand, sliding up her thigh and burying her face in the older girl's neck. Song crooned softly to the princess, kissing her neck and brushing her thumb over her nipple, making the princess jerk and rub against her even harder. "Do that again," Azula demanded, and Song complied.

With her other hand she worked on dragging Azula's shirt up even higher, until the princess snarled her frustration and heat flared again, leaving no trace at all of her shirt or breastband to get in the way.

Song smiled and withdrew just slightly from Azula, elicting a protest that made heat rise deep in her own belly as she drew her leg away. "Shh," she whispered, kissing the princess again, "it will be just for a moment." For the third time she pressed her lips to Azula's neck, then her shoulder, and then her chest, all the while leaning the princess back until she was lying on the floor with Song over her.

Before Azula could regather her senses, the doctor drew her tongue around Azula's as-yet untended breast, then took it into her mouth and began to suckle. The princess gasped, then pulled Song against her, lacing her fingers into the older girl's hair. "More," she demanded, and Song felt her nipples tighten in response to the impatient need in Azula's voice.

She complied, tracing lazy circles around Azula's nipple with her tongue and fondling the other breast with her other hand. The princess writhed beneath her, moaning softly, and Song reached with her free hand to cup her between her legs, softly rubbing her thumb over her clit. Azula bucked into her hand, and Song smiled. When she was safely away, she would need to find a secluded area, she was sure. This night would never leave her.

She moved both hands to the waist of Azula's pants, earning another wordless protest. With a nip to the breast she transformed complaint to delight, then she was drawing pants and loincloth down Azula's legs, taking her mouth from breast to stomach with a trail of kisses.

"Yes," hissed Azula, grabbing Song by the head and trying to push her down between her legs. "There."

"Not just yet," Song whispered huskily, her breath ghosting over pale skin.

Molten eyes narrowed, and Azula tightened her grip on Song's head. "Why?" she demanded. "I want it. Now."

Song smiled at her. "So impatient, princess," she said gently. "Isn't it sweeter if it's slower?" And she cupped Azula once more, feeling the heat and wetness between her legs.

"You--" Azula began, only to cut herself off with a gasp as Song drew her fingers lightly over her clitoris, just the barest touch.

"Yes?" Song asked, smiling as she did it again, slower and just a bit harder.

"Again," the princess gasped. "Do it again."

Right now all Song wanted was to grab Azula and make the princess return the favour, but that would end in orgasm and nothing more. She had to do this right. "Of course, princess," she murmured, and began to rub her first two fingers in circles over her.

Azula moaned and pushed into Song's hand, and the doctor drew her fingers back and down, tracing Azula's opening. "Do you want me inside you?" she purred.

"Yes," Azula gasped. "Please."

Just hearing that nearly drove Song over the edge, but she gave no outward indication of what all this was doing to her. Instead she acquiesced, slipping one finger inside the princess and gently stroking her inner walls. Azula keened and ground herself against Song's hand, trying to get more and more of what the doctor was giving her.

Smiling, Song leaned forward and suckled first one breast, and then the other, keeping up the stroking motion as Azula's moans and cries continued. She licked and kissed Azula, suckled and nipped and teased and finally drew back again to watch the princess writhe below her before she moved back down to focus her attention between Azula's legs.

Slowly she withdrew her finger completely from the princess, who whined until she saw Song sucking gently on that finger. She winked at Azula. "Delicious," she murmured, and barely flinched when the princess gasped blue fire.

Firebenders were so weird.

Song bent down in front of her and very slowly dragged her tongue over Azula's entrance and clit; Azula sat straight up and grabbed Song's head to hold her there. "More," she demanded. "Harder."

Instead, Song inserted two fingers inside her this time, slipping them in and out as she flicked her tongue against Azula. She heard a gasp, and felt heat over her head, but no flame touched her so she kept up her attentions to the princess, slowly increasing the speed as she did so.

She knew when Azula came at last -- the princess yanked her hair hard and thrust herself against Song as she cried out, accompanied by a roar of flame. This swiftly quieted to soft shudders, and she let go of Song entirely. The doctor looked up to see Azula lying before her, dazed and smiling and trembling slightly with the aftershock of her orgasm.

Gently Song crawled forward over Azula and kissed her again, feeling with one hand for the pressure point she needed. She pressed them one after the other, and as Azula slipped into unconsciousness she murmurred, "So good, Zuzu..."

Song blinked.

Apparently Azula was just messed up.

She shook her head and then found the keys to the cell. By the time Azula woke, she'd be long gone.

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