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Winter in Republic city was always so cold. Never as cold as the North or South poles, but still too cold for Bolin's liking. He was definitely a spring person. The warming up of days with a slightly cool breeze, the smell of fresh flowers in bloom filling the air and overwhelming his sense of smell.
Winter though, just no. It was cold, and harsh, and though seeing fresh snow on the buildings and covering the beaches was indeed a wondrous sight, any and all beauty of nature beyond that was dead or dying. It would be tolerable if Bolin could handle even just a little bit of the cold. Unfortunately, having been spoiled by Mako keeping him warm all the time, he d never built up a tolerance for anything below forty degrees.
And he couldn't hide this fact even if he wanted to.
He sat on his bed under the covers of his temporary room in the air temple. He was grateful that Tenzin and the monks were kind enough to put he, Mako, Asami, and most of the soldiers of the United Forces up for so long. But would it kill them to keep the place just a little warmer?
A small knock at his door dragged him from his thoughts, and he quickly dropped the blanket from his shoulders, trying his best to not seem as frozen as he felt. "C-come in!" he called, silently berating himself for not being able to control his chattering teeth.
"Bolin? Are you alright?" came a familiar voice, door opening to reveal one General Iroh, Fire Nation Royal, good man, and one hot hunk of man meat. Not that Bolin ever admitted that out loud, despite having been dating the older man for some weeks.
"Oh, yeah I m t-t-totally good!" he said, biting his blue lips to try and keep his teeth from chattering anymore.
"Bolin," Iroh sighed, small amused smile tugging away at his lips as he seated himself next to the shivering earth bender. He grabbed the blanket that Bolin had previously discarded and pulled it over the both of them before wrapping an arm around Bolin, pulling him close. "If you were cold," he started, pausing just long enough to plant several soft but hot kisses around Bolin's ear and down his jaw. "...you could have come to my room." And his next heated kiss landed firmly on Bolin's lips, tongue tentatively running along his plump lower lip, asking for permission to enter, which Bolin happily allowed.
Bolin had a new favorite season.