The noise, the sights, the everything. It was her first time in a bar. Heck, she had only been in the city for a month. She was still adjusting to the fast paced lifestyle that came with Republic City. When her friend suggested she take the night off and head downtown, she welcomed the idea.

Now, here she was, sitting in a short blue dress. The hem stopped halfway down her thighs, and was dripping with tiny pearls. The dress was sleeveless, and had a low neckline that she was not used to. She'd already counted seven times that she pulled up the dress, only to pull it down for being too short. Dammit Asami. She cursed her friend for this outfit choice.

It came with its upsides, though. The whole thing sparkled, and caught the attention of many men as she walked in. Even the bartenders stopped to take a peak. Her chocolate skin was definitely exotic to them. Everyone in Republic City seemed so pale in comparison to her.

She stared at the bottles that sat behind the bar, carefully taking note of the different types of alcohol. Who knew there many different types of drinks? Before she could even order the bartender came over and slipped a tall drink her way.

"From anonymous," he stated, and walked away. She stared at the drink for a second, and then took a look around the place. No one was looking at her, and no one acknowledged her. She looked back to the glass. The girl let the drink enter her hand, and she took a sip. The taste of alcohol hit her right away, but there was a hint of something else in there. Lemon? Orange? She'd heard of these, but they did not grow in the southern water tribe. They usually stuck to meat.

"Enjoying?" Her head spun to her left. A tall, pale man sat next to her. His hair was jet black, and his eyes looked like fire. His suit had red accents, and his fedora was topped with a white feather. His smirk peaked her curiosity.

"I'd probably like it more if I knew what it was," she replied, her own signature smirk creeping onto her face. Before she even realized what was going on the boy had taken her drink, and a sip.

"Fire Blossom." He set down her drink, and glanced over at her. "Bar's signature drink. Gin and orange. I don't really see you as a gin girl."

"Well, you obviously don't know me," the girl countered, taking a bigger swig of the drink then she had meant. This boy is getting me tipsy.

"Can I get to know you?" he asked suggestively.

"We'll see."

The bartender made his way over and looked at the man. "They need you in back."

After a quick look at the girl in the blue dress, he was gone.

"I'd be careful if I were you, sweetheart," the bartender warned, "He doesn't use that smooth talk on just anyone. Usually those lucky few end up drinking their sorrows away the next night."

"He'll be lucky if he learns my name," the girl said with a shine in her eyes, "Little boys don't get the better of me." After she finished her sentence, a smooth voice could be heard from the small stage. She turns her bar stool to see the same boy on stage at the piano, and singing into a microphone. His voice was soft, but the music was hopping. Men and their women were dancing around, some better than others.

The girl in the blue dress smiled at the scene until she caught a certain someone's eye. She could see from the stage that his stare was in her direction. After another sip of her drink she turned her bar stool and let her ears do the enjoying. No boy was going to get in her way of having a relaxing night. She finished her drink, sent one more glance to the stage, and was off.

The next day...

"We have to go back," Asami shouted at her friend, "You caught the eye of the crimson crooner!" Korra had learned that the man that night was apparently well known. No one knew his name, but he sure made an impression on everyone.

"We really shouldn't," the girl stated as she played with her normal outfit. It was more water tribe than city chique.

"Tonight! We're going tonight! I have to go get my dress ready! We'll have to get you a new one. Maybe red?"

That night...

"Asami, I swear you get these a size too small!" Korra complained through her teeth, as she pulled on the dress. This one was too much. Her hemline was higher then the last, and her chest was close to popping out at any moment. The dress was a deep red, but was lined with black lace. Asami had also chosen a tall pair of red heels. Why does she do this to me?

"Oh, Korra, live a little!" Asami looked absolutely stunning. Her long hair falling to her chest, which only covered her bust a little. She had chosen a green number that was similar to Korra's. "I can't believe I got you to put your hair down."

As they entered the bar, almost ever man's head turned. They couldn't get enough of the sight that just walked through the door. Women were giving them jealous glances and clung tighter to the men next to them.

"I need a drink," Korra stated, leading her friend to the bar. The bartender wasted no time. A drink was already set in front of her.
"Let me guess, anonymous?" The bartender nodded, and took Asami's order. Korra could not help, but look around for the man she apparently had to come see again.

"Couldn't stay away?" She jumped at the voice. There he was. He was sitting right next to her. Korra turned to Asami, and gave her pleading eyes.
"You're on your own, Korra." Her friend winked, and went to go converse with others.

"So, Korra." He said it as if he was analyzing it. "I like that name."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoy it," she grumbled, mad at her friend for telling him, "Do I get the pleasure of knowing your name?"

"I don't know if I can trust you. That's very secretive information." Korra rolled her eyes.

"Oh please!" she almost snorted, "You're a singer at a bar. What could your name possibly mean to me?" The man almost laughed.

"I'll show you." He took her hand and started leading her to the back. She was extremely suspicious, but she felt comfort in his touch. Wait, why do I trust him?! The man led her into a back room that only had a desk and a chair in it. He locked the door behind them. Korra would be lying if she said she was not scared.

She began to move away from and took a seat on the desk. There were papers lying on the desk. The man watched as she sifted through them. One particularly got her attention. It was a wanted posted. With his picture.

"You're…." she gasped, almost unable to believe it, "You're the Agni Kai leader! Mako! You were in the newspaper just this morning!" She could not even believe she was in a room with this criminal. How was she supposed to get out?

"Yes, as you can see I'm not just a singer at a bar." He smirked walked over to her. Mako stood only inches from her. He even shortened the distance by leaning over onto the desk so his hand was very near her waist, and she was completely aware of it. She could even feel his breath on her face.

"Why did you bring me back here?" Korra had raised her voice, trying not to show her fear. "Why did you tell me who you are?"

"I didn't know if I could trust you." There it was. His hand had traveled to her thigh. His fingers gently made their way up and down her long legs. "You didn't try to run like other girls. So, why are you still here?" His hands traveled to the hem of her dress. Her breath hitched. How did I get myself into this situation? When she did not hear an answer, he continued.

"I like your spunk, Korra. You're different. No one has ever left in the middle of my set. Maybe I can show you I felt." Mako removed his hand, leaving Korra wanting more. He sauntered away from her.

"Wait, where are you going?" she asked in disbelief.

"Somewhere." He gave her a quick smirk and left. Korra hds to sit there for a second to process what happened. She then ran to the bar area, grabbed her friend, and left again.

Three days later...

Why am I back? After two nights of no sleep and a lot of contemplating, Korra was entering the bar once again. She wore the blue number she had put on her first night there. Maybe a little more coverage would give her a little more confidence. She took her regular seat at the bar, and once again a fire blossom was given to her.

"Anonymous," she sighed. The bartender smiled. "Mako," he told her. She should have known. Speak of the devil, there he was again.

"Thanks for the drink," she said, but avoided eye contact, "I'm curious though. You said I did not look like a gin girl, but you bought me a gin drink. Why?"

"Fire blossom," he replied, "There's a fire in you, but you're as beautiful as a flower." Korra almost gasped at him. Had he really just said something so nice?

"Come on," he grabbed her hand, and her drink, "Let's go someplace private." Before he left, he grabbed a bottle from behind the bar and led her to the same room as a few nights ago.

Mako took a seat in the chair, and opened the bottle. He took a long sip, and looked at Korra. "Drink up." She took a sip, but ended up downing the whole thing. She could feel a slight effect on her brain.

"So, you came back," Mako smiled, and put his drink on the desk. "I thought you would." She scoffed.
"You know nothing about me!" she yelled, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"You're Korra. You live in the uptown district with the nomads. You come from the southern water tribe originally, but was sent here to help deal with the trades. Usually, you're father handles it, but he is sick." Korra's jaw dropped.

"How do you know this?" she asked, softly.

"I have eyes and ears everywhere." Mako smiled. He stood up and made his way towards her. She started to back up until she felt the wood of the walls touch her back. Mako took this as his chance. He gently laid his hands on her waist. Korra looked him straight in the eyes. He closed the gap between their lips until he finally felt those soft, luscious one's on his. She melted into his kiss. Korra had been imagining and dreaming about this. Her hands slowly went up to his shoulders, and slinked around his neck.

Mako took the lead. He got closer and closer until she was pushed up against the wall. He could feel a bit of hesitation so he fixed that right away. His tongue forced it's way into her mouth, and he could feel her completely give in. The taste of her mouth was all he had wanted the past week. Ever since she had walked into his bar he knew that he wanted to at least get a peek of this girl. Now, he was going to get much more.

Korra knew she should not be doing this. He was the Agni Kai leader! Why was she here? But oh, that feels so good. The feel of his tongue in her mouth made her moan in ways she did not know she could. She was also shocked that her hands had a mind of their own. They had found their way into his hair and her fingers ran through the soft, black mop she had tried so hard to ignore. Everything was perfect. Well, it was until Mako broke their kiss. She almost begged him to come back.

"Well, Korra." He ran a hand down her cheek, letting his breath follow his fingers. "You're a bit of bad girl I see, but how bad do you get?" Korra held her breath. What did he mean? Does he mean… She let out a small squeal as she felt a tug on her dress. While it now covered more of her legs she could feel the fabric falling on her chest.

"What..what are you doing?" she asked as her eyes widened. She was beyond nervous, but for some reason…she liked it.

"Just testing," Mako snickered, "Do you want me to stop?" Korra froze. Did she?

"N-n-no," she managed to stammer out. Wait, what did I just say?! The man looked at her hungrily. Instead of taking off the rest of her dress, he grabbed her by the thighs. She was definitely surprised when she was lifted off the ground, and taken over to the desk. Mako laid her down gently, and laughed.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he admitted, and began pulling down her dress. Her breathing was at an all time high now as she felt the fabric leave her chest, then her stomach, until it was off of her completely. The only thing that covered her was the lacy bra and underwear set Asami had given her.

"You look delicious," Mako said, as he looked her up and down. He stripped off his jacket and pushed the suspenders from his shoulders. He crawled over Korra until their faces met. She felt his hands reached down to her wrists and pull them over her head. She felt vulnerable, and exposed, and wanting. She tried to raise her head up enough to kiss him, but he dodged it. Instead his mouth lodged to her neck and he gave her tender bites and kisses all over. She couldn't help, but let out exasperated sighs and tiny little yelps. No boy had ever gotten this close.

"May I?" Mako asked as he laid a hand down her bra. He did not wait for an answer, though. He was already unhooking it in a matter of seconds. She watched as her chest escaped from the garment. Korra could feel a certain body part of his flinch a little under his pants.

He just stared for a few seconds. "Oh Korra," he moaned, and started to devour her chest. She could feel his tongue on her dark mounds, and every second made her even more sensitive. Her noises had grown more primal, and definitely a lot louder.

"Mako," Korra managed to get out in between her gasps. Mako could feel her heat on his leg. This only made him more excited. He gave her nipples little bites, and this sent her wild. While he'd had a lot of practice with this, this was the first time he enjoyed it just as much as the women below him did.

"I'm going to keep going if you don't mind," Mako told her, "But would you like to help me remove my clothes?" She did not need to hear that twice. She began unbuttoning his white shirt while he continued to do some serious dirty work with his hands on her chest. Once all the buttons were done, he removed his shirt. Korra stared in wonder at the glorious body she was looking at. She couldn't help, but to rub her hands on his amazing abs. Mako kneeled before her and unbuttoned his own pants. He was able to shake them off, and was only left in underwear. When he saw the beautiful woman under him, he could tell she was a bit frightened.

"Are you a virgin?" Mako asked, almost in shock. Korra grew silent at first, and blushed.

"The right guy didn't come along," she replied, obviously very embarrassed.

"Am I the right guy?" he asked, pushing his hard member against her leg. She let out another small squeal.

"Yes," Korra managed to squeak out. She was able to push herself up to connect their mouths, and pulled him down close to her body. Instead of playing with her chest, Mako's hands ran down her body. She could feel him getting closer and closer to the area where no man had gone before. The girl began to have a small panic attack. What does it feel like? What if I freak out? Should I be doing this? OMG YES.

His fingers had found their way under her underwear and her most private area. She felt his rough and callous fingers playing with her nub. She tried to control her urges, but her body told her no. The yells that came out of her were even unknown to her.

"FUCK YES OH MY SPIRITS YES PLEASE KEEP GOING. DON'T STOP. OH SPIRITS. MAKO. OH SPIRITS MAKO. MAKO. MAKO PLEASE DON'T STOP. FUCKFUCKFUCK." Korra's body had a mind of it's own by now. She was sweating, and panting, and she could feel her chest rise above the rest of her body. She started to grind her hips against his wonderful fingers, causing more pleasure.

Mako started letting out moans himself. No woman had ever made him feel this way. Usually he'd get in and out of the girls as soon as possible. Not this one. Oh, no spirits, he was going to savor this one. He removed his fingers from her hard clit, and worked their way down.

"This is going to hurt, but not for long," he warned her. He then inserted one finger into her. Korra was close to screaming.

"DAMMIT MAKO JUST FUCK ME!" Mako grinned. He slid out of his own underwear, and then removed her's. He gave his fingers a quick lick.

"Oh spirits, Korra. You are delicious." He stood from the desk, and dragged her entrance to the end of the table. "Are you ready?"

"YES!" Korra screamed, and she let out even more screams and cries as she felt Mako's hard member enter her. He started to thrust in and out of her gently at first, but she was impatient.

"FASTER, PLEASE!" She was even grinding her hips asking his. He quickened his pace, holding her waist for support. Standing in front of her gave him great power and depth. If that was not enough, he began to tease her clit again, maximizing her pleasure. Korra was screaming and trashing around by now. Sweat poured down her face, and she tried to find a steady breath.

She could feel it getting closer. The sensation was building up inside of her, and she knew it would take only a few more seconds to get her to explode. Mako somehow managed to quicken his pace, and give even more power behind his strokes.

"Oh my spirits, MAKO, MAKO, I'M GOING TO…" But it had already happened. Her liquid joy spilled out around his manhood, and she was screaming even louder then before. She tried to open her eyes to look at him, but all she saw was white. Mako followed soon after her. He let out some very loud moans that were mostly blocked out by her screams. The man could feel his own seed shooting into her.

After a few minutes of calming down, Mako slowly exited her, making Korra let out a soft whimper.

"Well?" he asked with a raised brow. She had relaxed on the table, and the view of her naked body still made him sweat.

"I…I…" She tried to find words, but there were none. Mako slowly bent down and kissed each of her breasts. She let out tiny moans because she was still very sensitive.

"I think my work here is done," he smiled, and began to put his clothes back on. Korra also stood up and began to regain her clothing, but her mind was elsewhere.

"Was this…a one night stand?" she asked, a sad look on her face. She'd heard about them, and knew she definitely did not want this to be it.

"Well, that's your decision." Once Mako was fully dressed he was out the door. Korra stood there in shock.

The next night...

Korra came back. She sat at her usual place at the bar, and again she received a Fire Blossom. This time, it had a note.

Meet me in back when my set is over. She looked towards the stage to see Mako getting ready to set some jazzy tunes. He smiled at her.

Definitely not a one night stand. She could get used to this.