This was exactly what Tsunade wanted.
Even with her hands resting on Azula's shoulders, she could feel it through their contact, the frantic rhythm of the other's heartbeat.
It was racing.
That knowledge only made the smirk curling across Tsunade's face from behind her all the more satisfied.
She already knew Azula's body had been sensitive before, but now it was even more so.
The reason was simple.
It came down to her nearly flawless chakra sensitivity, the very thing that gave her such perfect chakra control also left her painfully susceptible to chakra itself.
Add to that her massive reserve of Yin chakra, which completely overwhelmed her Yang chakra, and her body should have been fragile.
Overly vulnerable to pain, illness, everything, much like the Kurama and Nara clans, whose bodies were notoriously weak.
But Azula had been trained from childhood, and she could control her chakra perfectly.
That didn't erase the underlying imbalance, though. The only real fix would be bringing her Yin and Yang chakra to a similar level.
Azula, for all her resistance, didn't pull away. She didn't tell Tsunade to stop.
And that silence said everything.
Tsunade's hands worked their way down Azula's shoulder, slow and deliberate, kneading into the muscle of her arm.
She was careful, if she strayed somewhere too intimate, Azula might not be ready.
But then something started to backfire. Because Tsunade realized she was feeling… turned on?
It didn't feel strange, though. She knew it was a natural reaction, especially when those mental images began flickering through her mind.
Without thinking, she shifted closer, her body now just inches from Azula's.
"You know," she whispered into Azula's ear, fog spilling from her lips, "I started feeling strange a while back. I'm not the type to overthink things, if I want something, I just do it."
Her heart pounded because this wasn't something she'd carefully planned, but she knew what she wanted.
And unlike Jiraiya, who was always dodging, she wasn't like that.
"I'm attracted to you, emotionally and physically," she said, her heartbeat finally beginning to steady, feeling relieved letting a burden go.
"But honestly? With how smart you are, you probably already felt it."
She didn't say another word. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Azula, pressing herself against her back, and rested her boobs on Azula's shoulder.
Again, Azula didn't pull away.
But whether it was from the heat of the water, the warmth of Tsunade pressed against her, or the simple fact that she was aroused, her face flushed a deep, burning red, a sight so rare no one had seen it since she was three years old.
Her mind went blank, because honestly? She was not ready to face this now.
She was attracted to Tsunade. She knew it, fully, painfully aware of the pull.
And she knew, morally, the ninja world didn't line up with either of the two lives she remembered.
Here, you learned to kill at five, had your first real body count at twelve at the latest, and here, love started young, before you even graduated.
But still. Deep down, it just irked her.
Huh? Since when did I get so emotional? Pathetic.
She was disgusted with these thoughts, the memories coming in and messing with her head.
The thing was, she never really got that attached to anyone. Not in any of her past lives.
The first memory in her mind was Ursa. That last look before she got banished, nothing but fear of her own daughter.
Then Ozai and the way he just brushed her off before the comet. After everything she did, he still chose Zuko as his heir. She was just a tool he didn't need anymore.
But what really stung was the first people she actually thought were her friends and started getting attached to, the way they turned on her.
Then losing to Katara, the humiliation, and finally the full breakdown: "You were right to fear me."
As if that weren't enough, memories of her life on Earth began rising to the surface.
Her situation there had been far better, though she'd lost her mother at birth and her father was something of a womanizer.
Still, they weren't badly off financially, and thanks to her intelligence, she gained independence quickly, earning everything she'd ever thought she wanted.
The bags, the cars, the clothes, the house, she had it all.
But what surfaced most was the fear she'd felt when she first realized she liked women, when she first understood she was different.
Then came those sleepless nights when she couldn't settle without seeking relief, sleeping with one woman after another, yet never feeling truly good.
Crazy to think it'd take me three lifetimes to finally form real emotional bonds.
And the irony? It has to be in this world, the one supposedly worse than the previous two.
Though even at the start, remembering how cold Asami had been with her, she'd braced herself for yet another round.
But the rest is history.
With the beautiful memories of this life flooding back, her face finally lit up, the wave of emotion reaching its peak.
Why all the pointless struggle? I'll never run from my feelings. Besides, isn't adapting what I'm best at?
Her Sharingan spun to life without her meaning it to, just as she was about to make up her mind, and then she felt something changing.
The first sign: tears of blood tracing down her face.
Then her vision expanded, reaching a level she'd never touched before, not even when she'd pushed her Three Tomoe Sharingan to its absolute limit.
Along with the changes came a flood of knowledge in her mind.
Sharp as she was, Azula understood in an instant, and a smile spread across her face.
But she knew this wasn't the time to dwell on it. She had to face the moment.
"Uh, Tsunade… don't you think you're enjoying this a little too much?" she said, reaching for Tsunade's hands wrapped around her.
For Tsunade, Azula had been silent for nearly ten seconds.
Neither of them moved, but Tsunade began to feel a flicker of worry.
Then, without warning, Azula reached out and touched her hands and spoke. Tsunade's heart, which had only just steadied, started to race all over again.
(END OF THE CHAPTER)
This is very short, but I had an exam that day. Hope I didn't portrayed things badly