Title: Heaven
Song: Heaven by Bryan Adams (Remixed by DJ Sammy and Yanou)
Summery: Thoughts on afterlife lead to interesting revelations.
Characters: (Do not belong to me, they are copyrighted to their original owners) Sokka and Azula
Rating: K+
Words: 1,247 words

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Author's Notes:

This is my first Sokkla fic (And my first Avatar fanfic, too!) written for Reggie's Sokkla week. You can read about it in her journal: http:(2 blackslashes)ode2sokka(period)deviantart(period)com(backslash)journal(backslash)19851858(backslash)
I haven't actually watched through the whole series, so forgive any OOC that just slipped in there, I tried to keep them in character.
Also, this is a bit of a different style, I tried to keep it light and fluffy, and since it was written in my notebook and not typed up originally, the paragraphs are a lot shorter than usual.
Hope you liked it!

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Azula wasn't known for being calm and placid. In fact, she was quite infamous for being brash and impulsive. So, Sokka was genuinely surprised when he say her lying peacefully on a grassy hill far from the palace one night.

"Are you dead or something?" he asked jokingly while standing on the hill above her head. When she didn't respond, he stepped sideways and plopped down next to her. One glance confirmed that, no, she was not asleep. So, Sokka, being the charming gentleman that he was, poked her in the arm. Hard. She rolled over onto her side to glare at him.

"Oh, good. So you're not drugged," he said cheerily, ignoring the eyes that were currently trying to shoot daggers at him.

"No, I'm not," Azula replied stiffly. "I'd know if I was, and besides, I'd like to see them try," she huffed proudly. Sokka chuckled in appreciation.

"I'd pay to see that." Azula's face softened slightly and she stopped bristling now that she saw he wasn't here just to tease her.

"Why are you here?" she asked as she rolled onto her back again. "Besides the fact that you couldn't resist my beautiful looks and charming wit, of course." Sokka lay back too, resting his head on his hands.

"Well, I was walking, and then this pigmy came up and told me there was this goddess lying nearby, and I just had to come and see-" He was cut off by Azula's harsh chuckle.

"Liar. Pygmies can't talk," she taunted, playing along with his story just because she was bored.

"Sokka smiled, half because he knew she was just going along with it for the fun of it, and half because, well, since when did Azula make a joke, let alone play along with someone else's?

"Yeah, well…this one could." He turned away, mocking anger and annoyance that she had shot down his (faulty) excuse.

Azula smirked slightly. This was…unusual for her, to play along with something like this, but it was surprisingly easy. Was it like this for everyone, or was it just because it was Sokka, him being so easy to tease and joke with anyways.

She looked over at her companion. Sokka's head was on the ground now; he had his arms crossed across his chest in another part of his charade. His brow was creased and his lips formed a pout, even though she knew that when he was angry his face became smooth and he went tight-lipped in concentration against whatever was aggravating him. It was cute how he only pouted when he was trying to appear offended, a sure sight that he was bluffing.

Wait. Cute? Azula backpedaled frantically, trying to figure out what had gone through her head to make her think that. Why had she thought that? He was attractive, sure, and stunningly handsome in a child-like way, but that didn't mean she had a crush on him. She, of course, was attracted to hot guys, just like every other girl, and there was no denying that Sokka fell into that category. But there were a bunch of guys who looked good shirtless, even if Sokka was tanner from his travels, and a lot of guys wore their hair long and managed not to look girly. Of course, most of the other guys…no, scratch that, all of the other guys didn't have eyes that even came close to the incredible ice-blue orbs that were Sokka's eyes, and his voice did weird things to her heartbeat and breathing that had never happened before…

Oh, who was she kidding? She definitely liked Sokka. So what? He didn't have to know, did he? No, it could be her secret.

Azula focused her attention back to the real being, who had started talking.

"Okay, I lied. It wasn't actually a pigmy that told me, it was a flying turtle. So, why are you here again?" His voice was laced with sarcasm, but Azula could tell he was honestly curious. She might as well give him an honest answer in return.

"I was thinking."

Sokka made a face at her. "You? Thinking? Nah." She punched him lightly on the arm. "Ow! Okay, okay, so you were 'thinking' if that's what you want to call it." Azula shot him a glare, which he ignored just like the first. "Thinking about what?" he asked, in all seriousness. Azula was surprised.

"You really want to know?" she scoffed.

Sokka nodded eagerly, like a kid offered a piece of candy. She almost laughed at the mental image of Sokka with a giant lollipop, but, luckily, she had more self control than that.

"About the stars. The sky. If there's anything beyond them. If there's anything beyond death," she responded. Sokka must have been expecting something else, because he didn't even make a comment about how, "morbidly depressing your train of thought was, and maybe you should see a doctor about that," or something along those lines.

"That's deep," he said finally. "Why so thoughtful?"

Azula shrugged. "Do you believe in life after death? Are we reincarnated, like Aang and the previous avatars, or do we die and go to heaven, if we're lucky and we've been good enough?"

Sokka sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I don't know," he admitted. "Who says we go anywhere at all? Maybe we don't, and instead it's just blackness and we don't even realize we're dead?"

Azula twisted to look at him. "So, then, you don't believe in heaven?"

Now it was Sokka's turn to shrug. "Whether I believe in it or not doesn't change anything. Even if I say no, what happens after I die will be the same as if I say yes."

"That's true," Azula breathed. "That's awfully complex for you, are you sure you didn't strain anything?"

It was dark out, but there was enough light to see Sokka stick his tongue out at her. She laughed, not the usual chuckle she always gave, but real, full-blown laughter. She didn't know why she was opening up so freely, talking, teasing, and laughing like this. She was always so reserved; it was almost scary to see how fast Sokka had brought her out of her shell.

"I take back what I said earlier." Azula started at Sokka's words.

"What?"

"I take back what I said earlier," he repeated. Azula blinked. When had he gotten so close?

"I believe in heaven. It's where I am now." And then his lips were on hers.

They were slightly chapped and fumbled a bit, but to Azula, it was pure bliss. Her lips responded of their own will, moving against his even before she realized what was going on. She opened her mouth when Sokka brushed his tongue against her lower lip, and she pressed her own lightly against his. It became passionate quickly, and they intertwined and twisted against each other. Slowly, Sokka disentangled himself and pulled away slightly. They two of them lay there facing each other, sucking in large gulps of air.

"You're right." Azula pushed the hair out of her face. "This is heaven," she said before pulling Sokka closer to capture his lips again.