December Fourth: Frozen Fire
"I hate Water Tribe clothes. You can't show any skin," Azula complained as she studied herself in the mirror. Ty Lee smiled.
"Who are you showing skin for? So I can definitely not chi-block them and leave them in the snow for dead…" Ty Lee giggled and Azula smirked.
"They call me the possessive one." Azula turned around and walked towards Ty Lee. She tugged at her mittens, trying to get them off. "I think my hands are frozen to these things."
Ty Lee helped her remove them. "I've gotten skilled at cold weather. I like it a little better than hot fire. But I'm super cold. I'm almost blue. You are too!"
Azula examined her hands, and, yes, they had a horrifying bluish tint to them. It was cerulean ice, frozen fire, hands she needed to heat as quickly as possible. She leapt into her bed, amongst the blankets, and attempted to remove the rest of her clothes there.
It didn't go so well. She was good at many things, but this was not one of them.
"Thank you for kissing me. Everybody's whispering about it but…"
"Well, I'm obviously going to lie and say I was drunk," Azula purred as she stripped down out of the party clothes and warmed her hands with fire that was almost as cold as ice compared to usual. "You're not really, right?" Ty Lee whispered, her eyes genuinely hurt.
"No. I've decided to be open about my relationship with you," Azula admitted. She beckoned for Ty Lee. "Come on. I'll warm you up If you return the favor."
"You're awful," Ty Lee hissed, but she laughed and crept under the blankets in the guest room allocated to them.
She touched her lips to Azula's, and felt fire inside of her frozen body.
They were no longer Azula and Ty Lee; they were Azula&Ty Lee forever now.
Ty Lee kissed her harder.