Drabble
“I imagine that wherever it is that you come from,” Azula said as she ran her finger down the chin of the feather-haired man in her capture, “you are regarded as a most dangerous enemy.” She then dug her sharp fingers into his skin, eliciting a moan of pain and pleasure. “But around here, there’s a natural pecking order where I’m at the top.”
“Heh heh heh, you are fascinating.” Yami Malik declared, running his tongue over where he’d been pinched. “For the time being, I believe that we can work together to create a great deal of fear indeed.”