A/N: This is my apology for being AWOL as far as writing goes. Thought of it while anticipating the oncoming heat of summer. (And where I live, 110 Fahrenheit in June is considered cool/average.) Hope you enjoy!
Chunky Dunking

It was so hot the trees were fighting over the dogs.

The thermometer hanging on the wall read 110 degrees Fahrenheit for Yanks, 44 degrees Celsius for those who use the metric system, and 307 degrees Kelvin for those studying chemistry. In other words: HOT. And not “hot” like those naughty Hannah Montana pictures, we’re talking real heat.

It was far too stuffy to sit around inside, even when the air conditioning is turned up as high as it can go, all the windows in the apartment are open, and everyone was clad in bathing suits.

“If I sweat any more, I think I’ll shrivel up,” Toph chugged a bottle of an electrolytic sports drink named after a Florida football team. The lemony-limey sweetness mostly missed her mouth and ran over her face, as in commercials for said drink.

“Ditto,” Aang fanned himself weakly with a newspaper, though the arm-motion made him sweat more.

“This sucks,” Katara was too hot to be perky. “Summer is supposed to be fun.”

“Where did Sokka go?” Aang wondered, looking around and sitting up.

“Who cares?” Katara dumped her glass of ice water over her head.

“I’m in here,” Sokka’s voice came from the kitchen, sounding slightly muffled.

“Stay there,” Toph’s voice was more tired than snappy. “Your body heat was making the room stuffier.”

Aang wandered into the kitchen. “Sokka? Where are-?”

The refrigerator door opened seemingly of its own accord, but Aang saw Sokka wedged between the ketchup and leftover beans. “Is it cool in there?”

“More uncomfortable,” Sokka’s arms and legs were bent at unnatural angles.

“I just had the greatest idea!” Katara wandered into the kitchen. “Let’s go swimming!”

“The pool is too hot,” Toph whined, climbing out of the water. And before you start to think she was being OOC and actually swimming, I’ll have you know she was in the three-foot deep (one meter, approximately, for you metric-heads) section.

The apartment pool was warm – a welcome thing in the winter, but today it was unbearable.

“Let’s get some ice,” Zuko suddenly spoke up, having entered the scene in his ninja-like way. And just so all the fangirls will have something to enjoy…

His pale, toned muscled glistened in the sun with his sweat. His shorts were drenched with perspiration, and they clung to his wet body, outlining every detail of his… thighs. His shaggy, raven black hair was unkempt, and he ran his hands through it in a casual manner. His —CENSORED TO ALLOW T-RATING—.

Nobody found it weird that he was there, as he always was, or that he looked amazing, as he always did. (Jet, ten miles away, looked five million times better of course, but he is not in this story, so I shall not regale you with details.)

“Wha- ICE?!”

“Yeah, to dump in the pool!” Sokka made sense of Zuko’s cryptic statement in his amazing, Sokka-ish, five-second-perfect-logic way.

“I’m on it!” Aang dashed off, using his super-Speedbending (not like the drug, you stoner) powers to return with all the ice the local convenience store named after the eleventh letter of the English alphabet had in stock.

“Now this is more like it,” Katara ducked her head underwater, enjoying the icy-cold, refreshing water.

“Still too hot,” Sokka ducked underwater for a moment, returning to the surface and throwing his shorts onto the deck. “Now this is perfect.”

Zuko followed suit… or lack of swimsuit, I should say. “You’re actually right.”

Aang, to look ‘cool’, copied the other guys. Toph shrugged, “No sight, no shame,” and soon Katara was the only one not skinny-dipping.

“No!” she rolled her eyes at the others as they stared at her for being the nonconformist. Toph was staring off in the opposite direction, as she could not Earthbend to see in the water. Or maybe she could, as she was facing Sokka.

“Do you want us to undress you ourselves?” Zuko threatened in a more… threatening… than sexy way.

Before Katara could react, they were all interrupted.

“GERONIMO!”

A fully naked Iroh cannonball-ed his way into the pool.

“Now I’ve seen everything…” Sokka muttered, wanting to puke. Zuko was cringing, Katara was hiding underwater with her eyes shut, and Aang was trying to claw his eyes out.

“What?! What did I miss?!” Toph wondered frantically.

Four voices met her ears.

“Lucky blind bitch.”