Snow Day

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Please excuse the awful title, I'm terrible at thinking those up on the fly.

This "takes place" in that same grey area that so many fics written during Season 2 take place - sort of during The Chase? But not really. Anyway, it's smut, it doesn't really have to make sense, right? Right.

I've been considering writing another chapter or two for this, but haven't really decided whether or not I should. Leave a review and let me know what you thought!

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I'd really rather not die right now! Sokka thought desperately, clawing his way up through the thick snow to the surface.

It was all Aang's fault, really. In running from Azula, they had fled high up into the Earth Kingdom mountains, above the snowline. Sokka and Katara hadn't been too worried, because they still had their trusty Water Tribe heavy-duty winter clothes, but then Azula and her friends had pursued, then suddenly Zuko had showed up, and the old man was close behind him, and everyone was yelling and screaming and fighting and there was lightning everywhere, and then Aang had started that glowing Avatar state thing, and it was all downhill from there. Specifically, downhill in an avalanche. While Sokka had managed to avoid the worst of the avalanche by hiding himself in the shelter of a large boulder, when he emerged on the surface, he couldn't see anyone in the near vicinity.

The tops of some trees were visible far off to his left. Figuring that, if he was going to be trapped outside, he might as well get to some kind of shelter, Sokka headed towards the trees and started jogging.

When he was about halfway there, he caught a glimpse of something buried under the snow, slightly out of his way. Rushing towards the off-color patch, he quickly began to dig out whoever was buried.

"Are you okay? I was really worried that I was the only one who made it, and-eep!"

Instead of the friendly face he had expected, Sokka found himself digging out the one person he never wanted to be this close to: Azula. She was unconscious, her hands bleeding sluggishly into the snow. It looked like she had been trying to fight the avalanche with her fire and had eventually tired.

At Sokka's noise and the sunlight on her face, Azula began to stir. Her eyes snapped open, and she glared at the shadowy figure above her. After a moment, it came into focus. The Water Tribe boy, what's-his-name. It didn't matter. "You."

Sokka flinched slightly at the undisguised malice in her voice. However, now was not the time to be arguing with perpetually-irritated Fire Princesses in the snow. Now was the time to be finding shelter, preferably without being killed. "Yes, me. Look, how about this: I'll run off over there, away from you, and look for my friends, and you can go in the opposite direction and look for your friends, and we can both act like this never happened. How does that sound?" He grinned at her nervously.

She nodded quickly, eager to get him out of her face as quickly as possible. She didn't like having some Water Tribe peasant towering over her. It was insulting. He nodded back at her happily, head flopping up and down like an idiot, then stood quickly and began to move off in the direction he had indicated.

This was good, because Azula would rather die right there than admit to the truth: she could barely move. Fighting for her life against the avalanche had worn her out. It doesn't matter, she thought fiercely. I refuse to lie here and give up. She tried to stand, but couldn't manage to sit up before she fell back with a soft gasp, her whole body trembling with the exertion.

Sokka, glancing back to make sure there was no sneak attack coming up on him, saw the Princess struggle and fall. For a moment, he was all for just ignoring the girl and continuing on, but he knew he couldn't. Cursing himself the whole way, he turned and trotted back to Azula. Idiot. You are an idiot. She's totally gonna kill me. Dammit. I'm too young to die! I've only had two girlfriends! Well, kind of, I don't know if Yue counts...

And then it was too late to agonize, because he was standing over the Princess again. She had obviously heard him coming over, because she had stopped struggling and now merely lay on the ground, pointedly not looking at him.

"Can you walk?" he asked directly, not wanting to waste time.

"Of course I can, you foolish peasant. Just because I happen to be lying on the ground at the moment doesn't mean-"

"I'll take that as a 'no'. Well, here goes nothing," Sokka cut in, and, in one quick movement, scooped up Azula and lay one of her arms across his shoulders.

Azula almost gasped at the boy's nerve for touching her without her express permission, but she was too busy concentrating very, very hard on having her legs support her weight. They were shaking like crazy, and her whole body felt weak. She wasn't going to be able to stand up.

Sokka realized this shortly after she did and realized that what he was about to do might be the last thing he would ever do. He crouched down, forcing Azula to sit on the snow, then shuffled around so that he was squatting in front of her, with his back facing her.

"What the-"

"Just! Just put your arms over my shoulders." Sokka put his hands out behind him, ready to receive the princess.

Hesitantly, Azula reached out - every muscle in her arms protesting as she did so - and draped her arms over the Water boy's shoulders. He quickly grabbed her hands and yanked, pulling her front flush against his back. He waited as she looped her arms around his neck, then reached back and grabbed her thighs.

Azula almost killed him right then and there, but she realized two very important things: One, the boy was helping her despite the fact that he had no reason to, and Two, if he died, as grating as it was to admit, she would be unable to move by herself and would almost certainly die in the near future. No matter how much it hurt her ego, living was more important than pride.

So she suffered through it as he grabbed her thighs, pulling her tight against his broad back and standing up. He quickly clasped his gloved hands together under her ass, keeping her weight supported, and once again Azula barely restrained the urge for murder.

Sokka grunted as he stood up. She was a lot heavier than he thought she'd be. It was probably all that armor weighing her down. It was certainly poking him in the back, that was for sure. He set off towards the treetops again, but it was slower going now that his feet sunk a few inches into the snow every step, and he had to stop every few feet to adjust the girl on his back. He let his mind wander, thinking about what he would do when he reached the trees, how Aang and Katara and Toph were doing, and he very firmly did not think about how round and firm Azula's ass was in his hands.

I bet that Toph's doing fine, she could probably just sink herself into the ground and she's good. Katara and Aang can both waterbend, so they should be okay. I wonder how those other two girls are doing? They're probably okay, they looked like they could take care of themselves. Man, she's totally not dressed for the weather. Doesn't it ever snow in the Fire Nation? I hope she doesn't kill me, that would suck.

Finally arriving at the treeline, Sokka trudged up to one of the treetops, then turned his back on it, crouching and leaning Azula up against the trunk. She almost protested this gentle treatment, but realized it was probably for the best. It wasn't like she was going anywhere by herself, anyway.

Sokka lifted up some of the tree's branches, peering down at the snow. He smiled happily at whatever he had discovered there.

"There's a lot less snow around the trunk," he said, and his voice was startling and almost too loud after the long silence. "I should be able to dig down and make us a little shelter here."

She nodded, not taking her eyes off of him. Make "us" a shelter? She was going to be staying with him? Didn't he know that she could kill him at any second?

Satisfied with her minimal response, Sokka began digging at the trunk of the tree with his hands. It looked like it was hard going, even with those absurd mittens, but he wasn't complaining. He was about a foot down when she started to look around her for anything he could use as a makeshift shovel. It's not like I feel bad for him or anything, she told herself. It's just that if he takes any longer, we're both going to freeze. Finally, she reached up with one trembling, numb hand and began to unbuckle one of her greaves. It took a while, but she finally managed to get it off. She paused, unsure of how to break the stillness.

After a moment, she went with the first plan that had leapt to mind. "Hey. You." she called, not quite shouting but not quite talking either. When he looked up, confused, she tossed the greave at him. It bounced off his head with a humorous noise. "You can use that as a shovel," she added, almost unnecessarily.

He looked confused for a second - just how stupid is he, anyway? - then his face broke into an almost comical expression of joy. Using her arm piece as a spade, he began to dig at the area near the tree trunk more quickly, snow flying everywhere in his eagerness. He was quickly a foot or two deeper in the snow as she watched. She looked away and sighed, letting her head droop slightly. She was exhausted, and it was so cold here, sitting on the snow. How was he even working? It had to hurt his hands...

She must have dozed off, because she woke to him shaking her shoulder softly. Startled, she glanced around.

"I dug pretty far down, but now I need to make a tunnel that we can actually go down," he said, seeing that she looked confused. "I just didn't want you to fall asleep, because it's cold enough that you could die out here."

Nodding in agreement, she looked at where he had dug. "If you can show me where you want it, I could make that tunnel for you," she offered. It's not that I don't want him to exhaust himself, it was just that I'm so cold and tired and want a shelter, she insisted to herself.

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She was draped across his lap, lighter now without all of that armor, and shivering continuously from a combination of exhaustion and cold. He shouldn't have let her melt the snow to create their tunnel, but it was their fastest option. It also seemed to have completely sapped whatever inner resources firebenders used, because her temperature had dropped immediately afterwards. If he didn't do something soon, she would probably die. And while it would have made Aang's job - heck, his life - a whole lot easier if she did, Sokka would never have been able to forgive himself for allowing a girl to die in his arms. Especially one that looked as strangely vulnerable as this one did.

"I-" His voice cracked and broke; it had been a long while since the last time either of them spoke. She looked up at him slowly, her eyes dim. He tried again. "I know a way that we can both keep warm."

She looked at him for a long moment, uncomprehending, and then understanding set in. For a second she wanted to laugh. It sounded like the plot to one of those cheap romance novels Ty Lee adored. But, she realized, if she didn't get her core temperature up soon, she would probably die. And that was just too embarrassing to think about.

"...Fine. Do what you must," she said, turning away from him so that he couldn't see her blush. "But!" Here she turned back, glaring at him. "Know this, peasant: if you try anything beyond what I allow, I will kill you without hesitation."

Sokka gulped and nodded at the reminder that the princess was never as vulnerable as she seemed. Even if he doubted she could follow through with her threat, he had never had such...incentive...to perform well.

Nervously, he rubbed a hand across her stomach. Her breathing jumped slightly, then calmed. Grabbing her hips, he shifted her so that she was sitting with her back to his chest, facing away from him. He trailed his hand across her stomach again, this time looking for the hem of her shirt. When he found it, he pulled it up with one hand, and put his right hand to his mouth, removing his heavy mitten with his teeth. Then, he reached under her shirt.

His fingers were cold despite the mittens, and when he touched the bare skin of her stomach, he could feel her muscles twitch and goosebumps rise. To the touch, she seemed to be warm enough, but he knew that what he felt was deceiving. Her temperature needed to be much higher, as soon as possible. Well, here goes nothing, he thought.

Gently touching with his fingertips, he moved his hand up to her breasts. He could feel that she was wearing some kind of breast binding. That made sense. He cupped one of her breasts through the cloth and felt her breathing hitch again.

There wasn't much he could do through the cloth, but he kneaded her breasts anyway, because he knew that girls took a little more foreplay to get ready. It seemed to be working, anyway; her breathing was irregular as he fooled around. He guessed where her nipple should be and drew circles around it with his thumb, feeling that spot grow hard even through the cloth. Finally, though, he judged that it was time to break out the big guns.

Removing his other mitten with his teeth, Sokka reached under her shirt with his left hand and began playing with both of her breasts with both hands. Then, cautiously, he began to move his right hand further back down her body.

Azula knew what he was going for right away, and to be honest, she was looking forward to it. The Water Tribe boy was quite good at what he was doing, and she did need to get warm. Her father probably wouldn't approve, but it was high time that she rebelled against him a little. Having a meaningless fling with a Water Tribe peasant would satisfy both of these needs nicely.

Seeing that Azula wasn't objecting or tearing his head off, Sokka continued his slow descent. He found the hem of her pants and slid his fingers below, immediately encountering the hem of whatever she was wearing underneath. Deciding that he wasn't quite ready to go that far yet, Sokka cupped Azula's mound through her underwear.

Her reaction was immediate. She inhaled sharply and ground her hips into his hand. After that, she managed to control herself slightly, but she continued to make small movements with her pelvis, clearly desperate for the friction his hand was providing.

Azula was slightly surprised at herself. She hadn't thought that she wanted it that badly, but the instant he had touched her groin, she had felt a sudden rush of arousal. This was very different from touching herself, the guilty feeling late at night, the sensation later that everyone knew what you had done. This was another person, a man's large hands, touching her in places no one else had. Her breathing quickened as she rubbed herself against his hand again. What was his name? Wasn't it...

"Sokka..."

Sokka was shocked when the Fire Princess spoke, not just at the fact that she knew his name, but the way she had breathed it in a soft, heady tone. He could feel his erection throbbing. He desperately wanted to rub one out, preferably on the princess, but he didn't want to push his luck. Now did seem to be the right time to actually touch her, though.

Azula gave a soft, low moan when Sokka's hand left her, and was immediately embarrassed. Don't be such a weakling! she scolded herself. Don't show him how badly you need this... Her thoughts fled when Sokka's hand dipped beneath her underwear.

"Ah....ah...."

Sokka was amazed. He was barely touching Azula, and she was squirming in his lap and groaning. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. Wishing she would squirm a little closer to his own arousal, he swiped a finger across her slit.

Azula's back arched as she leaned into his touch. "Oh..." she murmured, breathing heavily. Interested, Sokka wiggled his finger between her outer lips. She was slick and very wet, making his finger slide along her vagina. He scraped slightly against her clit and she gasped, back arching again. Her hips twitched forward, searching for relief. He desperately wanted to stick a finger or two inside of her, to see just how tight she was, but that would have been more for his benefit than hers, so he began moving his finger around her clit again.

As he rubbed her with his finger, Sokka desperately began to recall the most interesting lessons he had received on Kiyoshi Island. Okay, remember what Suki told you. Don't actually touch a girl's clit, just draw circles around it, rub around it gently, don't actually touch it. Gotcha. Thanks Suki, wherever you are! Sending a silent prayer off to his sweet, sexy Suki, Sokka began to slowly draw circles around Azula's tiny, hard clit.

Azula moaned and shook, tension coiling in her lower belly. This boy was good. He knew just where to touch her and how. She was going to come soon, especially if he kept doing exactly what he was doing right now. Her head fell forward as she surrendered to the sensations building inside of her.

A romantic at heart, Sokka couldn't help himself. The soft skin at the nape of Azula's neck just looked way too inviting. He leaned forward and nipped the back of her neck softly, then kissed the spot.

Shocked, Azula shuddered in Sokka's hand. This should not be turning her on so much, but the next moment, when Sokka kissed the curve of her ear softly, undid her. Gasping, she felt the tension that had been building in her stomach release all at once. She closed her eyes and moaned, enjoying the waves of pleasure that swept over her.

Sokka could feel Azula's muscles clenching rhythmically and slowed his movements, allowing himself a tiny twinge of pride in knowing that he had just brought her to orgasm. A thought leapt to mind; something Princess Yue had told him about, that he had always wanted to test but never got the chance with her.

Azula sighed as her orgasm began to subside, although Sokka continuing to rub at her helped it last a lot longer than she usually had the patience for. However, just as it was almost completely faded, Sokka began to rub at her again, harder and faster than before. More sensitive after her first orgasm, she felt the tension in her belly rise up again, quicker than she had ever thought possible. She clutched at Sokka's wrist in surprise, trying to demand that he stop, but all that emerged was a long, low groan as she climaxed again.

Now extremely proud of himself, Sokka began to pull his hands out from under Azula's clothes. She was probably warm enough now, and he could quietly jack off in the corner and call it a night.

To his immense surprise, as he was pulling his hand out of her pants, Azula, still holding his wrist, stopped him. Pulling his hand to her face, she put his fingers in her mouth and began to suck her wetness off of them.

Sokka was instantly harder than he had ever dreamed possible. He repressed a moan of his own and tried to make his twitching, desperate rubbing against her back slightly not obvious. He didn't think it worked very well. He could feel her smiling against his hand, and she began to subtly grind back against him.

Oh spirits, if this kept up he was going to cum in his pants, which would be messy and embarrassing despite the fact that he had just made the Fire Princess do the exact same thing and he could feel tension coiling like a spring in his stomach and now she was rolling his fingers around with her tongue and oh Spirits...

Azula grinned to herself again as Sokka grabbed her hips with his free hand to try and stop her from moving against him. She wanted to return the favor he had done for her, but apparently he didn't savor the idea of messing his pants. Well, that was wise of him, but she still needed to return the favor. Leaning her head back so that she could see him over her shoulder, she whispered, "Turn me around."

Sokka gulped softly, but obeyed. After a moment of awkward shuffling, Azula was now straddling his lap, a grin on her face and a distinctly devious light in her eyes. She leaned forward until her mouth was almost touching his ear, and whispered again, "Now, peasant, help me remove my clothing."

In a dazed sort of paradise, Sokka carefully pulled down Azula's pants and underthings to just past her ass. The idea here was to expose as little skin to the cold as possible. At the same time, she fumbled at his clothing until she found the waistband of his pants and loincloth, which she pulled at until his penis was exposed. Feeling slightly awkward at the way Azula began staring at him, Sokka absorbed himself in nibbling at her neck.

Azula could tell that Sokka was giving her a hickey in an attempt to distract her from his genitals, but Azula honestly had no complaints. He was not ridiculously large, which was good because that was supposed to hurt, but he was by no means small. Tiring of the way Sokka was biting at her, Azula snapped, "Stop that. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Now help me."

Sokka obeyed without thinking, his hands moving to Azula's hips before he realized what she had said before the command. "Do you really-"

Azula cut him off. "If you ask me a question about my opinion of your penis size, I will tell my father that you raped me."

"I see." Sokka refused to think about the exact consequences that would accompany that little revelation. Instead, he lifted Azula up and pulled her closer, so that she was positioned above his penis. She reached down and aligned him to her entrance, and he slowly began to lower her onto himself, afraid of hurting her.

"Don't worry, I won't break. Just do it," she hissed in his ear. Swallowing, Sokka lowered her all the way.

They both gasped. Azula placed a hand on her stomach, amazed at the sensation of being filled completely. Sokka sat very still and tried to control himself; she was warm and wet and tighter than he'd ever guessed. He almost came right then and there, but that would have been too embarrassing to bear. Gritting his teeth, he tried to think of the unsexiest things imaginable: Zuko's uncle, that time he got two fishhooks in his thumb, his dirty socks, and not at all how tight she was around his penis and now she was nipping at the curve of his jaw and he lost control.

Clutching her hips, he lifted her until she was halfway off of his penis, then brought her down again quickly. She groaned and threw her arms around his neck, ducking her head and arching her back at the same time. Giving a manly grunt and totally not moaning, he picked her up and thrust into her again. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, and she buried her face in his neck. He lifted her up and thrust into her again, and soon he had established a rhythm.

He had had the vague notion of taking it slowly, but the way she kept on rolling her hips to meet his thrusts and ordering him to go faster, harder quickly got rid of that idea. It didn't take long for her whispers to become incomprehensible moans, and he began to grunt and groan as he plowed into her harder and harder. The soft, wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh mixed with their cries, the noises filling their tiny ice cave.

She was clutching at his shoulders, nails digging in so hard he was sure she had gone right through his coat and pierced the skin. He was holding her hips so tightly she was sure there would be bruises the next day. It didn't matter to either of them. All they wanted was more of each other, as quickly as possible. When Azula threw her head back at one of Sokka's more vigorous thrusts, he took advantage of the situation to steal a kiss. She kissed back eagerly, not caring that he was sloppy and a little too eager. The only thing that mattered was what she was feeling at the moment. He groaned into her mouth.

Azula could feel his release getting close, as his thrusts became faster and more irregular. To her surprise, she was close to orgasm as well, the brush of her clit against his pelvis pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She let go of one of Sokka's shoulders and reached down between them, rubbing hard at her clit.

As Azula began to play with herself, Sokka knew that this was it. Giving one, then two last thrusts, he pushed as far inside of her as he could and let go. He could feel his balls tighten and release over and over, more than he had ever managed before, as he shot his load deep inside of Azula. Sighing in happiness, he leaned his head against her shoulder and reveled in his orgasm.

Feeling Sokka's penis swell, then release inside of her, Azula rubbed at herself faster and faster until, gasping softly, she came as well. She, too, leaned against Sokka for a moment, trying to catch her breath.

He was still semi-hard, but had slipped slightly out of her. She could feel a mix of his seed and her wetness slowly oozing out of her and dripping onto his pants. Too bad for him. A thought occurred.

"You..." she huffed in his ear, irritated at his thoughtlessness and the fact that he had taken her breath away. "You are...so lucky...that it's a safe day."

Sokka blanched. She could feel his muscles tense under her fingers. Then, to her shock, he shot back, "Well, excuuuuuse me, princess. It wasn't my idea to have full-on sex."

The complete lack of respect in his tone shot through her weariness, and she sat up, irritated. "I beg your pardon? I don't recall grabbing your hand and sticking it down my pants."

Sokka looked indignant. "Yeah, I did do that, but you were the one who told me to take off your pants! I was going to go finish by myself, but you decided that we both needed to put out on the first date!"

Azula opened her mouth to respond, then decided it wasn't worth her time. "You know what? Fine. Keep believing that. I'm going to go to sleep, and when I wake up, you had better be ready for round two."

It took a moment to sink in, but eventually Sokka's eyes lit up. As he tried to put his arms around her, though, she stopped him with a glare and said, "No. Absolutely not. I refuse to cuddle. Now put your dick away and let me sleep."

Disappointed, Sokka tucked his penis back into his pants, pulling her pants up as well. Then, he scooped up Azula and laid her down on his sleeping bag, facing the wall. Finally, he took off his heavy parka and lay down himself, facing the entrance to their little cave in case anyone or anything decided to visit, and draped the coat over the both of them, as a meager blanket.

"Why back-to-back?" Azula asked softly, suppressing a yawn.

"It helps-" here he yawned widely himself, "-conserve heat. 'Night." And with that, he was already snoring.