Meanwhile, in Asami's quarters, she and Bolin are having a showdown.
"Jeez, Asami, lay off!" Bolin defends. Asami is advancing toward him, a wildcat ready to pounce.
"Lay off?! How do you expect to lay off when my boyfriend has been going with that obnoxious little girl behind my back? And when YOU knew about it, but didn't care to mention it to me! Or was it none of my business, huh? Well, quite frankly I think it is! That so called "Avatar" is stealing Mako from me and you did nothing about it!" Asami is fuming relentlessly.
"Hey, don't blame me for this, it's totally not my fault! I didn't do anything!" Bolin answers, as he is hurt by her accusations.
Asami fights back again. "That's exactly it, you didn't do anything! I feel betrayed." As she turns to look out her window, away from Bolin, her eyes begin to shimmer and glisten with unshed tears.
"You and Mako need to sort this out yourselves. I'd appreciate it if you stopped dragging me into this. C'mon, Pabu, let's leave Miss Grumpy Pants alone. Hmph." And with that, he stomps toward the door, only to be pulled back gruffly by the neck of his shirt, and he is spun round in a flurry as his shirt is pulled right over his head, the manoeuvre nearly choking him. "AH!" He is thrust onto the bed by a surprisingly strong Asami. As Bolin lies on his back vulnerably, Asami pins his wrists to the bed with an iron grip and straddles his waist. The poor boy has clearly been taken by surprise and struggles under her grip and weight as he tries to work out what her intentions are.
"Asami! What are you—"
"Shut up." She leans down to smother Bolin with a kiss so suffocating and intense he is left gasping for breath. The fearful shock in his eyes causes the master in the situation to laugh a deep, evil laugh. She releases her grip on his reddening wrists and begins to caress his bare chest, her dark hair cascading down to pool over his torso.
"You always were the more fun brother…" She ponders. "Mako was so serious, so controlling." Her hands trail down to his waist. "You wouldn't control me like he did would you, Bo?" His hips.
"Uhhh…" Bolin blushes and he has no way of hiding himself as Asami sits atop him.
"I know you wouldn't. You like things to be exciting don't you?" Her voice is teasing. "Huh?"
Bolin fidgets because Asami is unintentionally tickling him with her tormenting fingers, and he tries, struggles and fails to hold in a giggle.
"I thought so." She says, her voice like dark velvet pouring out of her mouth past her perfect, supple, soft lips. Her dark, smoky eyes glide across her victim's muscular torso. Bolin finds himself giving in to his desires as she slips free of her shirt. Damn was she sexy in just her bra. He breaks free of her grip and wraps the fingers of one hand round the back of her neck to pull her head towards his so their lips meet, his other hand idly following the curves of her body. She plays around with soft flicks of her tongue over his, and it's driving him crazy. He heaves himself, and Asami, up in order to flip them over but, mid shift, the door swings open and Bolin turns to meet the eyes of the figure in the doorway, causing him to drop Asami onto the bed.