You grab onto the bikini strap and try as hard as you can to lift it. It is impossible at your size to have any effect on it. Straining in your face, you grab the fabric with tight fists and still have no way of moving it. You finally give up and let go of the strap.
You wipe your forehead from sweat and accidentally brush the barrier of skin. Azula grumbles with annoyance, still sleeping but reacting to the irritating feeling of a bug crawling around. Your eyes widen at Azula's palm and her splayed around fingers flying right at you.
The hand slaps the side of her thigh and although not flattened out, you are caught at a space between her fingers. You try to not make any sudden movements, including your own terrified squeaks at the ear bleeding sounds of Azula's long nails scratching her thigh. They finally stop and her hand lazily slides the very deadly nails a last time along her skin. Your new freedom is interrupted by the gigantic girl changing positions.
It is like a violent earthquake and in the moment of danger, you make a leap to the bikini strap to have something solid to hold onto.
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