Brief Author's Note: Hi guys! I do't know if any of you checked out my tumblr page, but I've been posting updates and stuff on this fic for a while now, and it's finally complete (Well, this chapter...)! This fic is going to be a series of connected oneshots from the POVs of the different characters. This one is like a master mash up of Korra and Iroh's. It's rated M for a reason so...yeah. Enjoy!


Catalyst


Every love story needs a catalyst of some sort -Ian Somerhalder


Korra grumbles, shuffling her feet through the mundane routine that society fondly calls school. She looks over at Bolin, who's grin couldn't get any wider. She rolled her eyes inwardly. Only Bolin could be excited for the first day of school.

Between the freshmen doe eyed gazes, searching for the right classrooms, and the ridiculously rowdy seniors, Korra could not find it within her being to get excited for the first day of her last year in high school. Somebody was missing; a very special somebody.

Korra moved from the South Pole to Republic City as a foreign exchange student her junior year. She met Mako and Bolin at school, hitting it off right away with the likable sophomore. His older brother, on the other hand, was the biggest pain in the ass that Korra had ever met.

Strangely enough, she had fallen in love with Mako.

It wasn't one of those love at first sight loves in the movies or a storybook romance. They just...happened. Korra couldn't have been happier. Unfortunately for her, Mako left for university the week before. She would've been a lot less grumpy if she were walking through the heavily postered corridors with him, hand in hand.

Bolin was still talking about trivial things to fill the uncomfortable silence Korra's musings had brought about. Rolling her eyes, she smacked him on the arm. "Damn Bo, you sure know how to talk a girl's ear off."

Bolin shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face, green eye sparkling in mirth, "Sorry, Kor, I just feel awkward when you aren't talking and staring off into space." At the fierce look she gave him, he began to stammer. "Not that you aren't allowed to! Because you totally are! I'm not telling you what to do and I'm not—" Korra cut him off by pinching his lips together.

"Bolin, please shut up." She smiled at him to ease the hurt expression on his face. "I have first period calc. I'll see you at lunch. Well, if we have the same lunch." Chuckling awkwardly, she deftly maneuvered through the sea known as her fellow student body to ease into her classroom.

Sighing in relief, she walked towards an empty desk near the back of the classroom. She ignored the excited squeals of the girls in her class about the quote unquote "sexy fine" new teacher from the Fire Nation. Korra rolled her eyes at their mindless gossip. As if their teacher would go for a student. That's just wrong.

Korra looked up at the wall clock. 7:58. The bell would ring in a couple minutes. Korra sighed, pulling out her phone to text Mako.

Miss you cool guy

She smiled at his text, then blushed at the one that he sent right after it. Worrying her lip and rubbing her thighs together, trying to rid her mind of all of the dirty things Mako texted that he wished he could to do to her, she missed the teacher's entrance into the classroom.

"Put your phone away," a stern voice said. More like commanded. Blushing for an entirely different reason, Korra hastily stuffed her phone into the front pocket of her Jansport and looked up towards the front of the room.

The man standing to the side of the whiteboard didn't look like a teacher at all. He was too good looking to be a stuffy math teacher. He had bronze eyes like Mako, except his had a hint of butterscotch in them, making them scorch with heat. His ebony hair was swept to the side very neatly. His red button down short was rolled up to his elbows, with khaki pants finishing his ensemble. Korra mentally apologized to the gossiping girls that she had silently insulted when she first walked into class.

Grinning softly, the man began to speak. "Good morning and welcome to calculus. My name is Mr. Higurashi." He quirked an eyebrow at the amorous looks the girls sitting closest to him were dishing out. Clearing his throat, he continued, "This is my first year at Republic City High, so I hope we will have a great year." The girls began to giggle again causing a slight blush to creep up Mr. Higurashi's neck.

Korra rolled her eyes. Sure, he was good looking, but he's a teacher and therefore would never be interested in one of his students, especially ones that are constantly batting their eyes at him. He's a professional; he'd have to keep the girls at bay. Korra was suddenly grateful for her decision to sit in the back of the room and away from them. She'd be less tempted to not so very subtly ogle him from back here.

"—the syllabus for this course. I don't need for you to have it signed by your parents and brought back to me, but you should read over it. I doubt you will though," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. The girls in the front swooned. Korra jutted out her bottom lip; these girls were shameless! "I know I wasn't too attentive when I was in high school," Mr. Higurashi continued, reminiscing on his senior year. "But

I digress. Well since I don't know any of you yet, let's introduce ourselves."

The desperate girls who thrived on attention were practically climbing on top of each other to tell the young teacher their name first. Korra was glad that this class was predominately male; she didn't know how she would handle more than three other girls in that class.

As the introductions rolled around, Korra allowed her mind to wander. She was kind of mad that Tahno was in her class, but that was only a minor setback. She could easily remain under his radar if she just ignore him; he was a total sleaze, and she wasn't willing to deal with his crap this year.

"Excuse me?"

Korra looked up to see Mr. Higurashi's burning butterscotch gaze. "Korra. My name is Korra," she spluttered, clearly flustered after getting caught zoning out again.j

"Korra? It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance." He smirked, obviously getting a kick out of her embarrassment. "Now class..." his voiced trailed off to the back of Korra's mind.

She released a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding. Groaning, she laid her head down on her desk to hide her burning cheeks.

This year was going to be hell.


Korra decided that she hated math. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't understand what the hell was going on. The numbers and letters swam around in her mind, making everything even more jumbled and confusing.

A month and a half into the course (according to her, the course from hell), Korra could feel her brain begin to slowly fizzle out. She inwardly groaned at the new hell, or what Mr. Higurashi calls fun-quations, that were more than likely eagerly awaiting.

Walking into class, Korra was greeted with a pop quiz. Mr. Higurashi was standing by the whiteboard, handing them out with a smile. Her eyes narrowed; she knew that there was a reason why mornings were evil.

Math was evil.

Math teachers were cruel sadists with nothing else to do except for torture innocent baby turtleducks and rabbiroos. That was the only explanation for this.

She glanced down at her quiz. Korra didn't have any clue as to what the fuck was on that quiz. The limits began to blend with differentials and derivatives, making her mind swim.

Korra lightly banged her head her head on her desk. She ignored the smug look on Tahno's face as he noticed her frustration.

The next morning, she didn't even have to look at the quiz to know that she failed it.


Korra was torn between hanging herself and throwing Mr. Higurashi and Tahno out of the window.

Tahno was the calculus fucking brain child.

Tahno was this. Tahno was that.

Tahno was just so fucking perfect.

The knowledge that he was better than her at something made her seethe.

Mr. Higurashi recommended that she go to tutoring. Ever the slimy bastard, Tahno slithered up to her, whispering in her ear about his private lessons. Already pissed, Korra lost it when he began to detail how badly he wanted to bend her over Mr. Higurashi's desk and pound into her until she either forgot Mako's name or screamed his so loud that her vocal cords would be severely damaged.

Needless to say, Korra was sent to the office while Tahno spent the rest of the period in the nurse's office.

She didn't miss the look of humor in Mr. Higurashi's eyes as he wrote her her pass to the office.


Korra wasn't going to let one office referral deter her good weekend. Mako would be back tomorrow for the weekend, and she refused to be in a bad mood during the few hours she was able to see her boyfriend. She decided to go to the Jasmine Dragon for a cup of calming tea.

Tenzin always said that tea would mellow her out, some sort of saying that a friend of his father's said.

Thinking about the ways that she would welcome Mako home, she thought she saw that familiar head of neat, ebony hair as she passed the first windows but when she turned around to check, he was gone. There was no way that she would catch Mr. Higurashi in a teashop of all places. Rolling her shoulders back in a shrug, she pushed the doors open, hearing the light ding of the bell as they swung shut.

Sitting at a booth in the back, she idly drummed her fingers across the tabletop waiting for the server. Blowing out a breath, she sputtered when she noticed who the server was. Dark hair, golden eyes; she knew that she saw that smug son of a bitch known as Mr. Higurashi. She narrowed her eyes at the man, who was totally oblivious to the hostile tension rising.

"Hello. Welcome to the Jasmine Dragon. My name is Iroooh...oh. Uh, hi Korra." Mr. Higurashi smiled at her, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Korra quirked an eyebrow. "You work in a teashop," she stated flatly, secretly enjoying the blush creeping up his neck.

Mr. Higurashi's blush vanished as if it never existed, a look of irritation replacing it.."Yes, I help out in a teashop every once in a while. It's a family business. Is that a problem, Korra?" At this point, he crossed his arms over his chest, his very broad chest, giving her a very stern look.

Korra visibly bristled and rolled her eyes. "Give up the scolding school teacher act. Class isn't in session. Plus, I doubt that you're that much older than me." She smirked as Mr. Higurashi's eyes narrowed.

"You know what, I don't have time for this. I have customers to serve. If you'll excuse me." He put his notepad used for taking orders in the pocket of his apron and began walking away.

"Wait." Mr. Higurashi slowly turned around. "I came here for tea, so I would like a cup of tea. Please." She ignored his smug smirk of satisfaction (the bastard may have won this round but not the war) as he walked back to her table.

"What would you like?"

Korra drummed her fingers on the tabletop in deep thought. "What would you suggest? Like, a calming tea?"

Mr. Higurashi grinned. "Calming? I would have never thought that you would need calming tea," he responded sarcastically. Noticing the death glare on Korra's face, he quickly answered, "We have a new chamomile tea. It's fused with ginseng, a new blend of ours."

Korra smiled cheekily, "Well that wasn't so hard, now was it? I'll take one of those. Thanks Mr. Higurashi."

He held a hand up to silence her. "Like you said, we aren't in school. And you're right, I'm not much older than you. You can call me Iroh outside of class." He smiled genuinely and walked to the kitchens to hand over her order.

"Iroh..." Korra tapped her index finger on her chin, deciding she liked the way his given name rolled out from her lips.


Korra moaned as she tightly grasped at Mako's forearms, not even caring the least if she broke skin. He continued to pound into her at a brutal pace, the wet, squelching sound coming from between their bodies only serving as encouragement.

"Spirits, Korra. I fucking missed you," he grunted, feeling her core constricting around his stiff member. He pulled one of her talons off of his arm so that they could interlock fingers. She squeezed his hand as she felt the intense buildup in her lower abdomen. So close...

Korra's cries echoed through the empty home as she came down from her high. Mako was still plunging into her depths, hooking her leg into the crook of his elbow to help drive him to completion. He groaned as he came, trying his hardest not to collapse on his smaller girlfriend.
Utterly spent, Mako laid down next to Korra. She turned to look at him and smiled. "I really needed that."

Mako chuckled, still slightly out of breath. "I can tell. I was only in the city for fifteen minutes before you dragged me back here to jump my bones."

She lightly nudged his shoulder with hers, rolling her eyes. "Don't act like you aren't happy and satisfied. And where did you learn those new moves, Mr. Hat Trick? Unless you've been holding out on me the whole time..." she trailed off, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Mako buried his face in his girlfriend's hair. "No, I just really missed you Kor. You have no idea how much I've missed you."

Content with his answer and confident that Tenzin and his family won't be back for a few more hours, she snuggled into her boyfriend's warm embrace, cherishing these moments before he had to leave again. "Up for round two?"


Korra was always in a lesser mood when Mako had to go back to university. She held the red rose he gave her before he boarded the train gingerly in her hands. She didn't want to do anything except lay in her bed and feel alone for once.

Of course, luck wasn't on her side.

Tenzin marched into her room like a man on a mission. "Korra, I got a notice from your school. You're almost failing calculus."

Korra groaned, setting aside the flower and sitting up to face her guardian. "I'm working on it; it just doesn't come as easy to me."

He looked down at her over the bridge of his nose, the way that adults look at you when you know you're in trouble. "Korra, you need to be patient. Practice it more, and find a tutor to help you." He gave her one last stern look before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
Korra exhaled exasperatedly and flew face down into her pillows. She knew that Tenzin meant well, but she really didn't want to go to stupid, sleazy Tahno for help.

She hoped he wouldn't be her tutor.


"Today class, we're going to begin integrals." Korra groaned. She was so sick of math. She practically failed everything. If it weren't for her relatively high homework grades, she was sure that she would have an F in the course. Of course, her D wasn't much better, but Tenzin took his victories when he could. He was still adamant about the tutor, though.

The class went by in a blur, Korra not really paying attention. She didn't understand it, and she had a feeling that she probably wasn't every going to. Sorry Tenzin.

Korra was snapped out of her daze when the bell rang. Exhaling with relief, she packed up her books and rushed to the exit until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Not so fast, Korra. I need to speak with you." Her shoulders slumped, her mood taking a nosedive. She sighed and squared her shoulders before turning to face her teacher. "Korra, I've realized that your test and quiz grades have been..." he struggled for words, "less than satisfactory."

Korra snorted. "Yeah, that's the understatement of the century. I just don't understand the material that well."

Mr. Higurashi nodded in understanding. "I can tell. I would ask for you to get a tutor, but the only student competent enough to tutor you was sent to the nurse's office for offending you." He chuckled, remembering the look of shock on Korra's face as Tahno whispered in her ear.

"That's besides the point. I will tutor you myself, if that is okay with you." He leaned against the wall by the white board, awaiting her decision.

Korra bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, silently contemplating her choice. On the upside, she could pass math with maybe a B. On the downside, she'd be stuck in a room with Mr. Higurashi doing math for who knows how long. She knew that Tenzin wanted her to have high marks, so she knew what her decision was. "That's fine. Just tell me when and where." She tried to smile, but it turned into more of a grimace.

Mr. Higurashi's lips twitched. "If you're free on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school, that would be great." Korra nodded her head and began to open the door when he spoke again. "Oh, and Korra?" She turned around and lifted an eyebrow. "No attitude."
Korra pouted and jerked the door open, ignoring the near silent chuckles of her teacher.


"You take the derivative of the original function and—Korra, are you even paying attention?"

Korra sighed and swung her head from side to side in a dramatic lazy fashion. "Not even remotely."

Mr. Higurashi pushed away the textbook and papers, resting his head in his hand. "I've tutoring for the past few weeks, and you have yet to show signs of attentiveness."

Korra shrugged, fiddling with her pencil. "I'm trying, it just doesn't come as easy to me. That's why I'm here. You're Mr. Math."

Pulling at his hair, he grumbled, "Just call me Iroh."

"But we're in school."

"Class isn't in session," he retorted.

"Okay, Iroh, whatever you say." Korra smirked, an idea forming in her head; it was the perfect way to mess with the man. She caught on earlier in their tutoring sessions how his golden gaze would roam over her form when he didn't think she was looking; he would look away shaking his head as if that would banish his thoughts.

Smirking, she placed her hand on his arm lightly, gliding her fingertips across his forearm. Iroh visibly tensed at the feel of her touch.

"What are you doing," he stammered, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks.

Korra shrugged, moving to stand behind him. Her hands dragged down his arms and back up to rest on his shoulders. She held back a giggle at Iroh's involuntary shiver. "Nothing really. Why, is this bothering you?"

"Korra, this is entirely inappropriate." Korra didn't feel the need to state the fact that he had yet to push him away.

Grinning, Korra leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I see you finally noticed me, senpai."

Iroh's eyes widened to comical lengths as Korra stepped away to bend down and pick up her bag. His mouth was opening and closing like a fish gasping for air.

Korra smirked, bid him a farewell, and walked out the door. Iroh slumped in his seat.

She's a fucking student, Iroh. Get a hold of yourself.


Korra smiled as she saw Bolin approaching her. He gave her one of his famous wide grins and waved to her. Laughing, she put her books down and ran over to young the younger teen. "Hey Korra! You've been M.I.A lately. What's been keeping you?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Korra chuckled nervously. "Math has been kicking my ass lately. I've been getting a lot of extra help after school and stuff."

Bolin nodded his hand in understanding. 'I don't know why you're taking that class anyway. You don't need it to graduate. But! You get the night off from studying. We haven't played Call of Duty together in ages, and Pabu misses you."

Korra laughed, a real one. "Okay, okay, I'll come over later, but only for Pabu." Bolin wrapped an arm around Korra's shoulders, steering her towards her car and telling her about his plans for their "Bro Night."

She shouldn't have been neglected her friend so much, but it was only because of math.

All math thoughts led to Iroh.

Iroh thoughts led to very indecent thoughts.

Her interest in her teacher was inappropriate, but what could she do when he was clearly interested as well?


Iroh's voice began to drone out to the back of Korra's mind as her mind began to wander. It was obvious to her that Iroh was attracted to her; she just didn't know what she should do about it. A physical attraction meant nothing to her; Mako will always have her heart.

That clarification soothed her mind enough to grab hold of what she was about to do.

"—and simplify. Korra, are you even paying attention?" Iroh asked, rubbing his eye in frustration.

Korra smiled at him, looking completely angelic "Nope." She made the 'p' pop.

"If you aren't going to take this seriously and waste my time, then I don't know why you're here."

Again she smiled. "Math isn't everything." A blush began to spread across his cheeks as she stepped closer to him.

"What are you doing," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Korra's soft lips came into contact with his, her hand resting on his jaw. Surprising himself, Iroh kissed her back in earnest, laying his hand on the gentle slope of her neck.

Korra pulled back, a soft smile gracing her features. "I knew it," she stated before grabbing her stuff and leaving.

Iroh watched her in shock, his lips still slightly puckered. What the hell just happened?


"We shouldn't be doing this."

"Stop talking. You're ruining the mood."

"What mood? We're in school! Somebody might see us!"

"Iroh, stop being a downer. It's starting to piss me off."

Iroh opened his mouth to retort, but he was cut off when her mouth crashed into his. Her tongue swiped along his bottom lip, demanding entrance. That's the thing about Korra, he realized; she's headstrong and will get what she wants.

She pushed him into the seat behind the big desk in his office, moving to straddle him. Her lips trailed down his jawline to attack the pulse in his neck. Iroh groaned, his large hands reaching up to grip her firm thighs.

Korra smiled a mischievous half grin before pushing his hands off of her and standing. Iroh quirked and eyebrow until he felt her hands fumbling with his belt and zipper. His honey eyes widened to comical proportions.

"K-Korra! W-what are you doing?" he stammered, a rush of heat flooding his face.

Korra, already kneeling down, answered, "What does it look like? Now, are you going to keep talking when my mouth is here?" Iroh didn't have time to respond as he felt his erection spring free into the air conditioned room. "Oh, well it seems like somebody is happy to see me."

Korra dragged her tongue along the side of his shaft, keeping her gaze steady on him the whole time.

Click.

"Was that the door?" Iroh looked panicked. He couldn't get caught with his pants halfway down and his student's face down there! Oh spirits, she's my student!

Thinking fast, Korra crouched under the desk, effectively hiding herself and Iroh's erection.

"Mr. Higurashi?" Tahno.

"How may I help you, Tahno?" Iroh's voice squeaked out. He cleared his throat to make him sound less like a prepubescent teenager.

"I had a question about the homework." Iroh groaned; Korra swiped her tongue across the tip of him, her hands massaging the base.

"Or, if this is such a problem, I can come back and ask later."

"No," Iroh almost shouted, before schooling his features the best he could with Korra going down on him. "No, it's fine. Tahno, what do you need?"

Tahno walked in and leaned in the doorway. I was just wondering if I could have an extension on tomorrow's assignment, if that's okay." He raised an eyebrow, awaiting an answer.

Iroh had buried his face in his hands as Korra pleasured him underneath the desk. Her tongue was very talented. Realizing that he hadn't answered Tahno, he let out a muffled 'yes' before looking up at his student. "Just don't make this a habit." Tahno nodded and exited the classroom, mumbling about how weird Mr. Higurashi was.

Hearing the door click shut, along with Tahno's absence, Iroh leaned back in his chair, lightly gripping the base of Korra's ponytail. His eyes slid closed as he basked in the pleasure. He could feel Korra's bright eyes on him, but he refused to open his; he knew he wouldn't last much longer. The tight coiling in his lower abdomen was threatening to release itself.

Korra moaned, letting more of Iroh into her warm mouth. The feeling of her vibrating around his shaft proved to be his undoing. "Korra...I'm about to—"

Korra answered by putting more of him in her mouth, one arm bracing itself on his calf. Iroh came in hot, thick swells. He felt embarrassed when he felt Korra swallowing, his cheeks tinted pink. Cracking his eyes open, he saw Korra smiling up at him, looking perfectly angelic as if she didn't just have his cock in her mouth.

She stood up, reaching over to grab her bag. "See you later, Mr. Higurashi." She walked out of the office, looking out of the classroom door to see if the always were clear. Satisfied, she walked out and went to class like nothing happened. Iroh gaped at the door. He couldn't believe how nonchalant she was acting! This was unbelievable!

Still, he couldn't deny how she made his heart race or how her smile lights up his day.

And that blow job was really really great.

The lingering problem remained: she was his fucking student, still in high school. Pulling up his pants and zipping them, he lightly banged his head into the wall.

He didn't know what he was getting himself into.


Korra lay in her bed that night, looking up at the ceiling. She had a boyfriend, an amazing boyfriend, but she was having inappropriate relations with her teacher.

She missed Mako every day she couldn't see him, wishing he had more breaks from university. She loves him; what they have is more than sex. They piss each other off, but no relationship is perfect.

She loves Mako.

There is no love between her and Iroh, but there is something. She wanted to explore what that something was.


If Korra was being completely honest with herself, she would have admitted that all of the sneaking around she had to do to hang out with Iroh was kind of a turn on. She was getting into this whole forbidden-not-romance thing she had going on with Iroh. She wasn't doing this for romance; she was doing this for her. She wanted to explore her sexuality.

Let's just face it; guys aren't the only ones that want to get laid nowadays. She'd been stuck on a block of ice for most of her life. She wanted to live.

She was driving out to Iroh's apartment to "hang out." She smirked at his casual terms for their "relationship." Korra was happy that he wasn't being clingy or overstepping boundaries. This was just a thing. Nothing more, nothing less.

Her thoughts lasted the entire ride to the apartment. Stepping out of her car, she pulled out the note in her pocket with his apartment number on it.

Biting her lip, she entered the building and stepped into the nearest elevator, trying to bring as little attention to herself as she possibly could. She hit the 'close door' button so she wouldn't have to share a ride and punched in Iroh's floor. Shuffling her feet in the small box, she huffed a sigh of impatience as the elevator finally stopped. She all but ran out of it when the doors opened.

Korra paused at his door, taking a deep breath. She knew what she was here to do, and nothing was going to stop her from doing it. She gave the door three sharp knocks.

Iroh's face appeared in less than a minute. His lips twitched upward in a charming half smile before ushering her inside. He looked torn between wanting to kiss her in greeting and just leaving her be; he chose the latter. "Hey, Korra."

Korra, who was looking at the decor, turned around with a smile. "Hello, Mr. Higurashi." He groaned at the use of that name; he preferred it when she called him Iroh. "I'm only teasing, Iroh." He only grunted in response. She smirked, sauntered up to him to place a chaste kiss on his lips. She could feel his tips turn up into the kiss. "You know what I want right now?" she asked, running a hand down his chest.

Iroh repressed a shiver. "Enlighten me."

She raised herself up on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "You." He smiled, his hands reaching up to rest at her waist.

"Oh really?" Iroh tried sounding nonchalant. Korra smiled and walked off to where she assumed his bedroom was. Iroh closed his eyes and smiled, thankful that somebody gave him this amazing girl who wanted him as much as he wanted her.

In the bedroom, Korra plopped down onto his bed, moaning at the feel of his silk sheets. Sometimes she forgets he comes from well off family, he's so humble. She barely heard Iroh's footsteps as he entered the room. She looked up at his, her shining blue irises darkening with lust. She beckoned him to her, and he came with hesitation.

His lips attacked hers in a bruising lock, pushing her back into the red sheets. Korra was anything but submissive; she nipped at his lips and flipped them over so she could be on top. She smirked at Iroh's bewildered expression; he didn't know she was that strong. Her firm thighs gripped his waist as her fingertips grazed the front of his shirt. She placed a brief kiss on his neck before sitting up and removing her top.

Iroh's large hands eagerly explored the newly exposed expanse of brown skin. She bit her bottom lip, quirking an eyebrow at him. Your turn. Not one to disappoint, he pushed Korra back a little so he could sit up and yank off his shirt. Korra's hands immediately flew to feel his muscles.

They were bigger than...Korra stopped the thought in its tracks. She didn't want to think about him right now. Iroh's lips found hers again, ending her internal monologue.

She hastily unbuttoned his pants, eager to get him naked as fast as possible. Iroh seemed to be on the same boat as clothing was carelessly thrown across the room.

He quickly put the condom on that was lying on his bedside table and with a push and a sigh, they were joined.


Korra sighed as she felt Iroh sleepily nuzzling her neck in his orgasm induced sleep. They'd had sex on hi bed, on the floor, in his bathroom, on the kitchen island, on the couch, and against the door to the bedroom (they just couldn't make it). No wonder why the poor guy is exhausted.

Although she enjoyed every second of it, she couldn't help but feel like she's going to destroy him. Every time he tried taking it slow, she would force him to speed up. It was almost like he was trying to make love to her, and she just wanted to fuck. She didn't want intimacy; emotions only made things messy.

She hated herself for feeling comfortable in his warm embrace; that isn't what she wanted, not what she asked for or told herself.

She was hopelessly addicted to the man spooning her and helplessly in love with another across the United Republic.

And for once, she didn't know what to do.


"You have a boyfriend?" Iroh asked incredulously.

Korra nodded slowly, lifting an eyebrow. "Yeah. Why, am I so unappealing that nobody would ever want to date me?"

"Uh n-no! That's not what I was saying at all! What I uh meant was—"

Korra laughed. "Relax Iroh, I was only kidding." Her laughs filled his modest kitchen, causing him to grimace. At least somebody was enjoying themselves.

Iroh deflated in his seat. "All right, you got me with that one. But if you have a boyfriend, then why are we..." he trailed off, looking down into his soda. He didn't know what to call their situation.

"We aren't anything," Korra deadpanned. "This isn't even legal. We can't be anything. It's just a thing."

Iroh's jaw clenched, "Then why are we doing this, whatever this is?" Korra's eyebrows furrowed in irritation. "Why are you making this into such a big deal?"

"I could lose my job and go to prison! Wow, Korra, I guess that isn't a big deal," he responded sarcastically, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Korra sighed, rising out of her seat to stand behind his. "We're just having fun," she murmured as she rubbed his tense shoulders. "We shouldn't think to far into it. We're not going to talk about Mako. When I'm with you, it's just you and me." She felt her heart constrict at mention of Mako, but she pushed it aside; there was no use trying to undo the wrong. Even if he hated her for her indiscretions, she'd still love him.

Iroh nodded, leaning back against Korra's chest. She bent down, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips. "Just you and me," he whispered into the kiss.


"Korra, we really shouldn't be doing this here," Iroh groaned, a blush creeping over his cheeks. Her soft moans filled the tiny space, and Iroh was worried about getting caught.

This girl would be the death of him.

Her lips were trailing kisses up and down his neck, her arms around his strong shoulders. She reached her lips up towards his ear, where she lightly nibbled on the lobe. "I feel like you say that a lot. Besides, I don't sense any resistance."

Iroh grabbed Korra's hips to push her away, but feeling them in his hands, how right it felt, he pulled her closer. Korra smirked in victory. He melded her lips to his own, falling victim to his own desires.

His hands began to wander, trailing up and down her sides. He felt her shiver involuntarily, causing him to feel a twitch in his pants. Shit.

"Korra," he murmured, "how far are you expecting this to go?" It was one thing for her to blow him in his classroom, but sex is an entirely different ballpark.

Korra stopped her ministrations to look up at him. "I don't know Iroh. What do you think? We're alone, and I can tell that you want this.."

Iroh couldn't deny his own desires; it was the feeling of how taboo this was that was initially holding him back. Truthfully, there wasn't anything holding him back; they'd already crossed that fine line in the sand.

He gently pushed her away, knowing he was too far gone, but before she could protest, he picked her up and placed her on his desk. Korra grinned until she felt Iroh grind his hips into hers. Her back arched, and she let out a breathy moan. Iroh placed his lips on the pulse on her throat. "Shh. If you want to do this, we have to be quiet." Korra nodded her head, not trusting her voice.

He trailed his hands under her blue blouse, reveling in the feel of her warm, soft, brown skin. Korra's breath hitched in her throat before she quickly unbuttoned her top her threw it to the side. Iroh visibly gulped. So beautiful. Korra reached up to loosen his tie and remove his shirt as well.

Running her hands up and down his muscles, she felt the familiar tingling between her thighs. She rubbed her legs together to relieve some of the friction, an act that did not go unnoticed by her Calculus teacher.

Iroh pulled her into a fierce kiss as his hand crept between their bodies, unzipping her pants. Korra's heart began to beat frantically in anticipation.

When Iroh dipped a finger into her center, Korra's back arched, pushing her breasts flush against his chest. Iroh groaned at the feeling. He could only imagine how she would feel when they became one.

He began to pump his finger, amazed at how wet she was when he had hardly touched her. He left searing kisses along the juncture between her shoulder and neck, warning her to be quiet when she gasped too loudly. By this point, he was uncomfortably hard and wished to relieve the ache in his loins. He needed to get this girl out of her pants, and fast. He removed his finger to better take off her jeans.

"Argh! Why the hell do girls wear skinny jeans! They're impossible to get off," Iroh muttered as he struggled to get Korra's pants off; they got caught at her knees and stuck on her calves. Korra only giggled in response with half lidded eyes. She wasn't even trying to be remotely helpful.

Finally pulling her shoes and pants off, he gazed at the young goddess lying across his desk. With her puffy lips and flushed skin, he had never seen a sight more beautiful. In the back of his mind he wondered how he was ever supposed to grade papers and this desk again without his thoughts going to indecent places.

Remembering protection, or the lack thereof, Iroh paused. "Korra, I don't have a condom." His voice came out husky, voicing his desire.
Korra smiled and reached out towards her discarded jeans, pulling one out of her pocket. "I'm always prepared." Iroh kissed her hard as he took the condom out of her hand.

Hastily undoing his belt and shrugging his pants over his hips, he opened the wrapper and placed the rubber on his tip. He tried not to focus on the hungry look in Korra's eyes, lest he get excited and rip the damn thing. He was trying his damn near hardest to keep his hands from shaking under her unwavering gaze. Rolling it down his shaft, he looked back at the girl on his desk.

She was biting her lip, a challenge in her eyes. Iroh smirked back at her and pulled her underwear from her hips. Gripping her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the desk, he wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed inside of her.

Korra bit her lip harder to keep from crying out. Iroh filled her deliciously. He gritted his teeth, lost in the sensations. He set them at a slow pace; he wanted to show her how much he cared about her this time. Korra rested on elbows to look him in the eye.

"Oh my gosh, Iroh. I'm not going to break. I'm not a porcelain doll. So, please, fuck me like you mean it." Iroh mumbled something Korra didn't quite catch before angling his hips against hers. Pulling almost all the way out, he slammed back into her, earning a strangled moan from the girl beneath him. Crushing his mouth to hers in a silent warning to keep quiet, he began to pump his hips into hers at a furious pace. Korra's grip on his biceps was painful, but he could think about the pain later.

Her breathy moans were the sexiest noises he'd ever heard. Wanting to hear more of them, he hoisted her legs onto his shoulders for better leverage. Korra's back arched off the desk, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Pulling out, he flipped her onto her stomach and reentered her from behind. Korra flipped her hair over her shoulder as Iroh began to pound into her brutally.

The little office was filled with panting, the sound of skin hitting skin, and the squelching of Korra's fluids being in contact with Iroh's penetrating member.

A phone went off.

Korra's phone.

The couple froze. Korra looked over her shoulder at Iroh, who mouthed for her to answer it.

"Hello?" Korra cleared her throat, unaware of how scratchy it would be.

"Oh, hey, Mako."

Right. Mako. Her boyfriend.

"Um, yeah, I'll be there in a few. Remember? I had to stay after school today. Math tutoring."

"Really? That's great! Yeah, it should be fun. I love you too. See you soon." She hit the end button.

Iroh was still buried deep inside of his seventeen year old student, his hands still bruising her hips. Feeling the mood broken, he pulled out of her and ripped the condom off, throwing it in the trash can like it offended him greatly.

He pulled up his shirt and trousers and started to redress himself. Korra felt the need to say something. "Iroh, I am so sorry," her voice cracked. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I don't even know what I'm doing. I'm such an idiot." She rested her head in her hand, willing the tears away. She robotically began to put her discarded clothes back on, not making eye contact with him.

Iroh shook his head. "Just, go. Don't worry about it, don't mention it. Just...go."

Korra whipped her head to glare at him. "What the fuck is your problem? I told you that this was nothing! I love my boyfriend! Is that such a fucking crime?" Iroh, red in the face, opened his mouth to retort, but Korra beat him to it. "Please Iroh, enlighten as to why you're acting like a jealous fucking teenager!"

Iroh slammed his fists on the desk; Korra didn't even flinch. "You are my fucking problem Korra! You! I wanted to make love to you! I don't want to fuck you!" He laughed, a dark, bitter bark. "Now I feel like the idiot, because I thought that you actually liked me. What a joke that was." Korra's face visibly fell, but Iroh shook his head. "You're the one who started this, whatever this is. You kissed me first."

Korra rolled her eyes, "Yeah, well you kissed me back, so that's a moot point."

Iroh audibly exhaled, "Just go. Go back to your boyfriend."

She didn't want to fight with him, not over something like this. She wanted a relationship without emotions, but she never factored in what he wanted. Worrying her bottom lip in thought, Korra nodded and walked towards the door. She paused before leaving, but exited without saying a word.

Iroh ran a hand through his hair, trying to remember what he did to deserve his life to become so complicated.

Korra jumped into Mako's open arms and giggled when he spun her around. He placed a kiss into her hair as he set her down. "I missed you."

Korra felt a pang in his chest at his words, but suppressed it. "I missed you too, so much." She inhaled him, relishing in his familiar Mako scent.

He released her from his embrace and opted to grab her hand. "Everything okay?" He glanced down at his much shorter girlfriend who looked a thousand miles away.

She looked up into his eyes and smiled, squeezing his hand. "I'm fine. Everything's fine." She reached up and pecked him on the cheek as they walked down the city street.

Everything was going to be okay.


Another Author's Note:
Hi there! If you made it this far, I applaud you.
Alas, this isn't the end of the tale of Korra and Iroh. Can't just leave them (cough cough Iroh) at a heartbreak! That's awful!
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