Dead

Azula leaned back into her armchair and clenched her eyes shut. It was obvious that she wasn't feeling well.

"Azula?" I asked in a worried tone.

"I think I'm... going to bed." With that she stood up or rather, tried to stand up. Before properly setting her feet on the floor she fell to the side and barely manage to support herself on the table."

"Whoa whoa. Careful there." I jumped up and moved over to her, draping her arm over my shoulder. She barely reacted, slumping into me, with her eyes half open. She was heavier than expected but I managed to keep her steady.

"I don'.. feel so good." Her speech was very slurred now. Very slowly and carefully I managed to get her to the guest room she was staying in. It was difficult, as Azula had lost almost all control over her motions and was clinging to me, which made especially going up the stairs a struggle. When I finally made it, I sat her on the bed, and she immediately fell on her back while I let myself fall on a small chair, standing next to her bed.

Azula gave a long groan. She wasn't taking **** well at all. Slowly her hands moved to the button on her jeans, and after some fumbling she managed to open it. However she didn't get much further than that as they were rather tight-fitting jeans and she hadn't managed to sit back up, so after a while she let her arms fall back over her head.

"Some... help... here." She said, without even lifting her head. I was very skeptical about that. Sober Azula probably wouldn't be very pleased if she found out I undressed drunk Azula.

"You sure about that?" She responded with another groan and a slurred confirmation. I hesitated but ultimately got up and started working Azula out of her clothes. As I was done I peeked over her, but since she had her eyes closed I could take in her underwear-clad form in more detail. She was dressed in a set of black cotton panties and a black bra. I had definitely underestimated her breast size, most likely due to her wearing relatively loose clothes all the time. But now her C cups nicely filled her bra. Another groan shook me out of it. Now wasn't the time.

"Did you buy any nightwear?" I asked her. She waved her arme in the general direction of a small dresser in the opposite side of the room. I made my way over and started searching. The first thing I found was a negligee that was almost see-through. She couldn't possibly mean this. I held it up for her. "This one?" She raised her head a little and arduously opened her eyes. She responded with something that sounded like 'lowest drawer' so I put the negligee back and opened the last drawer where I found red track pants and a few simple black shirts.

I bought them back to Azula who had managed to sit up. She managed to put her attire on - with some trouble, but without help - before climbing under her blanket.

"I guess I'll see you tommorrow then." I bid my goodbye as I made my way to the door.

"No, wait... stay with me... please." Whoa, that I didn't expect. I turned around and looked at Azula. She looked better but still rather miserable. I stood there for but, looking very unsure.

"Please?" Even in her drunken state it was obviously hard to ask for something rather than demand it.

"All right, let me just clean up downstairs and get changed. I'll be with you in 10."

I swiftly made my way down, took another big swing from my cognac, smoked a last cigarette and cleaned everything up before almost racing up to my room and undressing with the exception of my boxers. I briefly wondered if I should maybe put on something else now that I was staying with Azula, then again she knew that I slept in nothing but underwear.

When I reentered her room, she was still awake, lying on her back with the blanket covering everything but her head. As soon as I approached the bed, she lifted the blanket for me to climb under. I hadn't properly settled in when she turned on her side, draping her arm over my chest pressing into me.

"Mhhh, already feel better." She whispered into my ear.

This wasn't so bad after all.