Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender. Mike and Bryan do.

A/N: This little drabble came to me at three o'clock in the morning while I was trying to sleep (of course). So I quickly waited till the coast was clear (nearly a half hour later) and wrote it down. Please forgive any mistakes and enjoy.

Warnings: This story contains femmslash (girlxgirl) if that bothers you I would calmly press the back button. Thank you.

Azula craved control. She controlled the servants through fear, glaring at them if her orders were not carried out with the utmost perfection. She controlled her body through discipline, rigorously training from dusk till dawn until she mastered each blow to the best of her ability, beyond the best of her ability. She controlled her generals through words, twisting even the most hardened soldier around her elegant little finger. Azula relished control. She bathed herself in it. And it was because of this that when she felt Azula arch ruthlessly into her touch and thrust vigorously to her hand, willingly giving up the control she so passionately held onto, that Ty Lee felt truly happy.