A very naked Azula (NSFW images)

Zuko entered the dimly lit room of his sister slowly, looking around for any sign of her. For a brief moment, he feared the worst... that he had really made a mistake in trusting her, that she had fled her room through some secret passageway he didn't know about. He already began to consider how he should formulate his wish to reign her in when he finally saw her... there, in the corner, next to her bed, standing in front of the replacement mirror. And he almost bolted right out of the room when he saw her state of dress... or lack thereof.

(credit for the image goes to Anaxus)

Azula stood there, naked as the day she was born, looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Her royal armor laid on the bed behind her, as did the robe she had been wearing. He surmised that she had undressed and before she could dress herself, she had become lost in her thoughts. He didn't want to disturb her, so as quietly as he could, Zuko began to back out of the room again.

But Azula had heard him. From the mirror, she looked at him now. "Sheesh, Zuzu, haven't you ever learned to knock?", she chided him even as she made no attempts to cover herself up... nor did she even appear the slightest bit embarrassed, he noted.

Caught, Zuko stopped dead in his tracks. Pointedly averting his eyes, he studied Azulas desk on the opposite side of the room with great interest as he answered. "I did, Azula, several times. You didn't answer.", he replied honestly.

Though he couldn't see it, Azula cocked her head to the side. "You did?", she asked quietly. Had she been that distracted by whatever was going on in her head, Zuko wondered. "Oh well, since you're here already, stay.", she asked him only a heartbeat later, deciding not to bother with decency at the moment.

Zuko cleared his throat. This wasn't very proper at all and despite his resolve to be by his sisters side, he decided that now was one of the few times when he really shouldn't be. "Ah, I'll just wait outside until you're-...", he began to excuse himself but Azula would have none of it.

"I said, stay.", she now outright ordered him. "Just shut up and sit down.", she said, gesturing towards the bed behind her as she turned back to the mirror. Hesitantly, the Fire Lord obliged his sisters rather forceful request. At least now, she didn't flash him entirely but he still found his eyes wandering to her ass more times than he cared to admit. Chiding himself mentally for his lustful gazes, Zuko sat down, trying to avert his gaze as much as he could while Azula finished inspecting herself. From what he saw, Zuko thought there was little to criticize. Though she had lost weight, it was nothing she couldn't gain back quickly. Her skin still looked peachy and soft and her womanly curves had grown noticeably since he had last seen her. But it appeared that Azula didn't quite share his appreciation for her body. "Zuko... do you think I'm pretty?", she asked him suddenly, her eyes still fixed on her reflection.

Though taken aback, Zuko saw no reason he shouldn't answer her honestly. "Yeah... yeah, I do.", he admitted. There was nothing wrong with that, right? A brother could tell his sister she was pretty, right? Nothing weird about that at all...

"Hmm...", Azula remained unconvinced however. Then, she turned around abruptly. Zuko, who had been looking (accidentally!) at her at this moment, quickly turned his head to the side. "Look at me, Zuzu... don't be shy, nothing you haven't seen before, I'm sure.", his sister ordered him and turned around to face him. Now faced with Azula in all her glorious nudity, Zuko had a hard time restraining himself from oggling his sister openly. But it seemed that was precisely what she wanted, somehow. "What part of me do you like the most?", she asked him.

(credit for the image goes to PHANTOM_INC)

Zuko didn't answer immediately. In spite of his better judgment, he let his eyes roam over his sisters body openly once, trying to not let his growing arousal show on his face. Why did she make him feel this way? "I guess... if I'd have to choose, I'd say... your hair?", he half-answered, half-asked, hoping it was a good enough answer. Truth be told, he could think of several things he appreciated about her body right now that it was displayed to him so freely, but none of them should be said to a sister, he figured.

Now it was Azulas turn to wait a moment to reply. "I see...", she said simply, though she didn't sound entirely disappointed.

With that settled, it seemed Azula was contented enough to get dressed. Though as she leaned over to grab her new set of clothes, Zuko did his damndest to not notice his sisters breasts swinging towards him a little. Finally managing to pry his eyes away from the sight, the Fire Lord managed to give his sister the privacy she deserved (but didn't necessarily ask for) to dress up. And soon enough, she stood before him again, like a blast from the past, Azula, clad in her royal armor again. He would be lying if he said he didn't admire how well she pulled off the look.

Except, her long hair still hung down to her back, untamed. "Azula, your hair... don't you want to put it up like you used to?", Zuko wondered to her aloud. It would definitely complete her iconic look. It seemed Azula agreed with a nod and walked over the nightstand and picked up a comb. Combing her hair wasn't quite as easy a task as she might have imagined, however and Zuko could tell that she was quickly growing frustrated with the knots in her hair. "Here, let me help.", he offered and wordlessly, Azula handed him the comb.

He figured it was a nice sign of trust in him and he began to gently comb through her hair, working out the knots with surprising gentleness and care. Azulas shoulders had stiffened when he first touched her, but she soon relaxed into even these faint ministrations. Zuko could only guess how long it had been since she had even allowed somebody to do this to her. He supposed he should feel honored, and he did. But mostly, he was very glad that Azula allowed him this much. "This feels nice...", he even heard her sigh a little, her eyes closed.

He worked in silence, not wanting unnecessary conversation to get in the way of this moment and soon enough, he had Azulas beautifully luscious black hair straightened out. Taking the hairpiece, Zuko managed to put her hair up much she had before. Azula opened her eyes and inspected herself in the mirror. "Well, color me impressed, Zuko. You performed decently enough. I didn't expect you to know your way around a girls... hair.", she complimented his handiwork.

Zuko couldn't help but smile. "Mai gave me some pointers.", he answered honestly, without thinking.

Almost immediately, he realized his mistake. His answer might have been the truth, but it was definitely not what Azula had wanted to hear. Her face grew very cold very quickly. "I see. I suppose I should thank her for that once I see her again.", she responded with an icy edge to her voice.

Zuko cursed himself for ruining their moment. He really shouldn't have brought up Mai. He could only guess how deep of a grudge Azula held towards her former friend, but he also found himself proven right in his decision to keep Ty Lee away from Azula for the time being. On that note, he resolved to write Mai a letter, explaining the situation and asking her to stay away from the palace for a while. Or at least until he could be reasonably sure Azula wouldn't try to **** her on sight.

Not wanting his sister to dwell on these thoughts however, Zuko attempted to move her along, to keep her distracted and focus on something else, something she'd hopefully enjoy. He had a few ideas on what she might want to do, but he would let her decide. "So, what do you want to do now?", he asked her.