A/N: Yay! It's Borra Month! You know, I almost wasn't going to do today's, but then this idea came to me. I hope you guys enjoy. :) It's told from Asami's point of view. A first for me, so I hope I did her justice.

Rated: M

Casual

"It's sort of warm in here, isn't it?" Mako fidgeted as he removed his jacket and tugged the heirloom scarf out of his collar. "Hey, what happened to Korra?"

Now that the gala was in full swing, many of the sublimely dressed guests were kicking it up on the dance floor to improvised jazz. After all of the introductions and mingling, it was nice to finally get away and get some one-on-one time with Mako. He and I were seated a ways from the dance floor, and I'd been so wrapped up in our discussion about the future of Future Industries that I hadn't realized Korra had left. Or that there were even other people in the room. It was easy to forget about the rest of the world when Mako was around.

"Maybe she went to the bathroom?" I suggested, vaguely recalling Korra mentioning something like that.

Mako frowned as he glanced around. "And where'd Bo run off to?"

I looked around as well, surprised that I hadn't even noticed the earthbender's disappearance. "I'm sure he's fine. Probably checking on Korra."

Mako scoffed and rose from his chair. "I'd better go look for him before he gets himself into trouble."

"I'll go with you," I offered, linking my arm with his. I preferred helping Mako look for his brother over waiting to get caught up in a discussion with another one of my father's ex-colleagues. And although I was a little disappointed that we couldn't spend the rest of the evening together, just the two of us, I knew Mako would become anxious if he went too long without knowing where Bolin had gotten off to.

He gave me a soft smile and pecked my cheek. "Thanks, Asami."

"No problem, sweetie."

We walked the perimeter of the dance hall with the intention of searching near the buffet spread, knowing perfectly well how Bolin could station himself by one and taste-test expensive appetizers all evening. I was actually surprised when we didn't find him there.

"I can go check the ladies' bathroom for Korra? Maybe she knows where he went?"

Mako nodded wordlessly, and I could tell he was beginning to form all kinds of worrisome thoughts to explain his younger brother's disappearance.

Unfortunately, Korra wasn't in the bathroom.

"They always do this," Mako ground out through clenched teeth. I got the feeling this meant making him worry. Mako's relationship with Korra may have ended, but he still cared for her as a friend and would hate to see anything bad happen to her. As would I.

"We'll find them," I said, patting Mako's arm reassuringly.

He bit his lip uncertainly and slid his arm out from mine. "Asami, why don't you head back to the party? I'm going to look around some more."

I rolled my eyes, not that he could see the movement in the darkened hallway. But honestly, he should know by now that he doesn't have to do everything alone.

I was about to open my mouth to argue when we heard a noise from further down the hallway.

"What was that?" Mako asked, seizing my arm and attempting to move me behind him. I loved everything about Mako, even his protective instincts, but I could totally handle myself if I needed to. Not that I didn't still appreciate the gesture. He always did make me feel safe.

Mako shoved the sleeve of his dress shirt up to his elbow so that the clothing wouldn't hinder his movement if he was suddenly forced to fight. I'd always known how to protect myself, but after the whole Equalist movement a few months ago, I never left home without a weapon. I pulled a device of my own making from the holster strapped to my thigh.

"It sounded like it was coming from over here."

"What do you think it is?" I asked, but Mako put a finger up to my lips, silencing me.

He held my hand as we snuck around the corner into a nearby room, but pulled up fast when we realized what – or rather, who – was causing the suspicious noises.

My mouth dropped open upon seeing Korra pressed up against the wall with the skirt of her evening dress hiked all the way up to her waist, her legs hooked over Bolin's elbows. Bolin's trousers were dangerously low on his hips as he thrust into her. "Harder…" Korra demanded between gasping pants, and judging by the strangled moan she gave, Bolin had most certainly complied.

Well, at least we'd found Bolin and Korra.

I tugged Mako back into the safety of the hallway and struggled to keep from laughing at the horrified look on his face.

"I…" Mako stammered before squeezing his eyes shut. "I can't believe this."

A giggle escaped me, and I grasped his arm. Bolin wasn't my brother, so I probably couldn't imagine the level of trauma and embarrassment Mako was feeling upon seeing him in such a state. And with his ex-girlfriend no less. "Let's go back to the party and get something to drink, sweetie. You look like you could use it."

He said nothing as we made our way to the table we'd occupied earlier, and I tried to engage him in another discussion about my plans for the company. It was hopeless, but still worth a shot if it got his mind off of what we'd witnessed.

Not long after that Korra and Bolin finally returned to the party looking flushed but satisfied. "Just act casual," I whispered as the couple approached.

That little whispered caution had the opposite affect I'd intended, and Mako's face and ears turned a startling red.

Bolin stretched out in the seat nearest Mako, picking at a plate of snacks he'd picked up along the way. Korra sipped her champagne, and I smirked, noticing the strands that had fallen out of the intricate bun she'd styled her hair into for the evening.

"Hey, bro!" Bolin said through a full mouth. "Why are you so red? You hot or something?"