Mako POV

I stumbled into the kitchen, Bolin laughing and pushing me forward. Both of our laughter stopped abruptly, our eyes widening. My father stood at the back of the room, his hand over his mouth. My father snapped out of his daze, screaming at us to leave the room, but the damage was already done.

My body jerked forward, sitting up completely in bed. I was hunched over, breathing heavily. My eyes were wide with surprise; and maybe fear that I'd never own up to. I know Penelope, my maid and old nanny, wouldn't come up to check on me. She stopped doing that a few years ago. These nightmares had started ever since…. The accident. And though we were separated during my college years, I had re-hired her as soon as I was out of that hell-hole. I had told her that the nightmares were recurring, but that she didn't need to worry about me, after all I was a grown man.

Korra would find out about these nightmares soon enough (if I had anything to say about it), but she would have to just help me through it. I couldn't bear her leaving. She needed to stay with me. I needed her.

I jogged up the stairs to her apartment on Saturday, not a minute late. I knocked on the door three times, almost buzzing with excitement. I heard her approaching the door and breathed in deeply. She opened the door with a 'WOOSH' and bit her lower lip hesitantly, looking into my eyes to see my reaction to her dress. "Fuck." I said under my breath, hoping she didn't hear.

She was wearing a long, black, sequined dress that was cut sharply to her mid-thigh, showing off her tan, never-ending leg. She wore black 3 inch heels (I know because she was face to face with my nose, when usually she's right at the bottom of my neck. The dress only has one shoulder, the other side curving around, showing her major cleavage. 'Look up, look up, oh my god you pervert LOOK UP!' my inner gentlemen screamed at me. I forced my eyes up, looking her in the eyes at last. "Korra." I said, hoping that my voice didn't show how turned on I was. "You look… absolutely gorgeous tonight." –and always. I added on in my head. That's when I knew we would not be spending much time at the Cocktail party. Or at dinner, if it's up to me. She mutters an embarrassed 'thanks' and tried to cover her blush with her hair, which was softly swooping to it's slightly curled position on her mid-back, but I had none of it. I swept her hair to the side. "Never shy away from me." I said sternly, and she nodded, understanding that this was going to be one of my rules. She smiled back, timid and almost shy, completely unlike the feisty Korra I met at the "La Caffee Casa". I stare at the unnoticed article in her hand, and decided to save her the hassle. "You really won't need a purse tonight." I said, staring at it, the outer design of sequined black matching her dress.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Yes I will. I'm paying for dinner." She replied defiantly.

I blanched. Did a woman just offer to buy me dinner? No… a woman just demanded that she would buy me dinner. That was a first. "Uh, no you're not." I scoffed. "If this is a show of 'women can wear the pants in a relationship, I already know. You already have me wrapped around your pretty little finger, and we haven't been on a date yet." I said, giving her a chuckle.

Her forehead creased and I took her moment of confusion to my advantage. I grabbed her purse, threw it inside and grabbed her hand, swiftly launching us into the elevator. "Hey!" She said, once she realized what had occurred. But I just ignored the comment and pushed the "one" button in the elevator.

"Just let me buy you dinner, please. Don't forget I'm a billionaire, and you're a college student." I pleaded.

She wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "Right, 7 years older. You're kinda gross for wanting me this bad."

I jerked her hand to me so that her chest was against mine and my forehead was against hers. "You have no idea about how badly I want you. Age is no matter to me. Nor will it be for you, if it even is at this moment." I growled huskily in her ear. I smirked at the shiver that ran down her body and the way her blue eyes darkened with lust at my words. I watched as she closed her eyes and inched closer to me, her warm breath fanning onto my face. I pulled away quickly, knowing that if I stayed in that position much longer, I would kiss her, and I refused to have our first kiss in a disgusting elevator.

"Jerk." She mumbled, turning back to the elevator doors.

I held back another smirk. I loved her feisty attitude, though I missed the warmth of her hand. As I gazed at her in the elevator I realized just how tiny she was. She was about 5'4'', a foot below me, and very petite. She was strong, though, and sure of herself. Her light brown hair curled around her heart shaped face so delicately I was sure it was the essence of perfection. Her eyes were pools of crystal blue water that I would gladly drown in, if possible. They were filled with emotions that disputed one another; defiance, submission, confidence, insecurity, pride, and fear. I couldn't help but be glad that she was afraid of this, because I was too. I was afraid of liking her, of her leaving me. I was afraid that once she understood my past and my issues, she would run. Because I was sure that I was already falling for this tiny, 18 year old girl. I was not afraid of what people would think of our age difference. As long as Korra didn't mind, I wouldn't either. In a nutshell, her fear of falling gave me confidence that this, us was right.

I took her hand in mine once again (hoping she wouldn't pull away again), guiding her to the car that was waiting downstairs. My favorite car waiting for us, a sleek, black, 2012 Koenigsegg Algera R. She gaped at it for a moment before regaining her composure, and confidently getting into the car, flashing off her legs as I opened the car door for her. I shut it, effectively masking my groan, and hustled to the driver's side. I put my hand in her own and I listened intently as she explained about her childhood, a somewhat lonely but relatively normal experience. I knew by just hearing of her father that he would hate me. I was 7 years older than Korra and had I met her a year and a half ago, what we're doing would be illegal. And seeing as how her father was the chief of Police in their city, I don't think he'd appreciate the thoughts I have about his daughter. I sighed as we arrived at the setting of this year's party, a giant hotel. I parked in front of the valet, tossing the teenaged boy, who was eyeing my Korra, my keys that nearly hit him in the face. Korra giggled lightly at this, an adorable sound. She looked at me, a shimmer in her eyes as I gave her a small smile, lifting up one corner of my mouth. I smiled back, putting my arm around her waist without hesitation when we walked through the doors. Blinding cameras flashed as I rushed Korra and I through the entryway into the main room, where paparazzi were not allowed. They were shouting questions and I could feel Korra burrow into my side.

"Mako! Mako! Is this your newest fling?"
"Who is she?!"

"Mr. Anderson! Are you finally settling down?"
"Is she your newest conquest?"
"You saw it first here, New York, the world's biggest player, Mako Anderson, finally settling down."
"Or maybe he's just tired of blondes! Mr. Anderson, should the brunettes of New York prepare themselves?"

"Miss! What's your name?!"

Now, I was used to these vultures, with their drawing outrageous conclusions and publishing horrific tabloids. But Korra had never dealt with such things. She would be called a gold-digger, a whore, a ho, many other things she would never deserve to be called. Hell, Korra tried to buy me dinner tonight! She was the complete opposite of a gold-digger. Once I convinced her that what they said meant nothing to me, or to anyone important, and once I convinced her to stay with me forever, she'd have to deal with my rules. She would need a bodyguard. After all, my previous conquests would hate her and my enemies would see her as my weakness. And they would be right, because she was my weakness. Knowing her for 4 days, and already seeing that losing her would crush me, knock me off my feet, push me off the side of the earth and push Bolin into the frontline. Gaze Global would fall. And they would know that. Rettline Enterprises would know that. They would use it to their advantage, but I would protect her. I would protect her from these vultures, I'll protect her from those vultures.

I opened the doors to the main room quietly, hoping not to draw too much attention now that I had Korra on my arm. Sadly, being Mako Anderson, that would never be the case. Half of the room turned their heads to our direction, gaping, eyes widened, while the other half went on with their lives like normal people, not noticing us. I cursed under my breath when the first man to greet us came up. Charles Pond. He was on floor 8 of my building and extremely annoying. Plus the fact that he was eyeing my Korra's chest did not help my thoughts of him. Korra cleared her throat, obviously annoyed at his open perverted gaze. I nearly laughed. That's my girl.

He smiled, not apologetic in the least, and he had the audacity to look cheerful and completely innocent. "Mako! It's lovely to see you."

I stared at him for a moment in shock and then glared. "I would say the same, but I don't like when other men undress my girlfriend with their eyes." I sneered, watching the blood drain from his face. Korra was blushing wildly, already inching away from him. I kept my arm tightly around her, brushing past Charles, and into the crowds of people who were dying to see the new "brunette". I guess Korra being a brunette was a surprise to most, seeing as I had prefer blondes. HAD. Obviously, everyone in the room can see that she's the most beautiful woman in the entire world, but they didn't know her personality. Which is actually a funny thing for me to say. This is the first time I've ever been attracted to a person's personality, but Korra was a quantity of 'firsts' for me.

"Well if it isn't Mako and his newest wh-"

"If you finish that sentence I swear I'll have you thrown out of here, Tahno." I growled, turning to meet his narrowed eyes and smirking face.

He chuckled darkly, "Testy, testy. I was only kidding, Mako. You need to, what do you kids-" He looked pointedly at Korra. "-say these days? 'Take a chill pill?' I glared at him, not wanting him to know that I had no idea how he knew Korra's age. I was about to respond but Korra intercepted.

"Yeah, I think I've heard that. I've also heard the term 'gtfa'. Do you know what that means? It means, 'Get the fuck away.' I'm thinking you should take that advice." She replied, her snarky and feisty attitude back and booming.

Tahno's expression made me guffaw, covering my mouth as to not draw to0 much attention to our conversation. He stuttered out, "E-excuse me do you know who I am? I'm-"

"The head of the company below my boyfriend's. That's great, honestly, I'm proud of you." She gave him a bright, sarcastic smile. "I mean, you make millions, right? That's…. fine, I guess." She shrugged.

I don't think I could be any more proud. "I think that's our cue." I intercepted. "Goodbye, Tahno." Tahno gripped my arm tightly, pulling my ear to his mouth and pulling me away from Korra.

"You can tell your girlfriend to watch her back." He growled in my ear and released me. I took one appraising look at him and made a decision.

No, I didn't punch him. I'm not an adolescent teen. I whispered just as menacingly back, "You touch one hair on her head, and I will ruin you. Understand?" I pushed him off of me, gripped Korra's waist and walked off in another direction.

I introduced Korra about 700 times that night, each a little different than the first, though giving the same message.

"This is Korra, my girlfriend."
"My girlfriend, Korra."
"My gorgeous girl, Korra."
"This is my Korra."

Mine, mine, mine, mine. Mine.

We snuck out of the cocktail party early, trailing behind different people. We stuck our heads through the gathering room, where the paparazzi were. I saw many of them conversing amongst themselves, different camera crews and reporters sitting on either the ground or the floor. I nodded to Korra and she giggled, gaining their attention and causing them to scramble to get up. I grabbed her hand and ran us out of there before any of them got a single shot. I shoved my ticket in the valet's face and he let out a squeal. Korra covered her mouth to cover up her laughter as he sheepishly ran to wherever my car was to get it. It was a few minutes until he pulled up, unnessisarily revving the engine. I opened the door for Korra before he could and shut it softly, jogging over to my side, and peeling off, fast and loud.

"Well, that was… interesting." She sighed, and I knew she was staring at me even though I didn't take my eyes off the road for a minute.

"Do you mind if we have dinner at my house?" I asked, wondering if she would catch what I really had in mind. When we were at a stoplight, I checked her facial expression.

Oh, she understood. Her eyes were a dark blue, filled with lust. I caught her hand with one of mine and shifted it into her lap. She let out a shaky breath and widened her legs a little, knowing my intent, and showing her consent. "Really?" I breath, feeling my own excitement grow. She nodded, still a little shaky. "Where did all this confidence come from?" I ask, tracing circles on the bare skin of her hip, having slipped under the fabric of the asymmetrical dress. I pulled off onto the side of the barren, empty road.

"You know what they say, 'A little black thong gives a large boost of confidence.' She quoted. My excitement grew to be painful.

"Shit." I breathe, slipping my entire hand under the dress and neared her hot center. She nodded once more, pushing up into my hand. I slip two fingers beneath the cloth and traced her bare clit. She moaned, trying to thrust against me but I withheld, trying to show her that I was in control here. She whimpered and sat back down, slumping slightly, her eyes fluttering shut. When my fingers pushed aside her thong and entered her, she arched her back, her face etched in a silent scream. "Fuck you're wet." I hissed, my teeth gritting. She only nodded, not able to say anything.

I added another finger, pushing in and out of her tightness. Suddenly I stopped. She whimpered and once again attempted to thrust upwards but I restrained her, giving her a stern look.

"You are mine now. It's you and me, or nothing at all. If another man touches you, or even looks at you, I won't hold back. Got it?" I growl, too turned on for my own good. She tried to thrust into my hand once more and I held her hips down with my free hand. "Answer me!" I growled once more.

"Yes!" She gasped, almost another whimper. And with that I thrust in her harder, faster, making her get to her edge in minutes. "Please!" She moaned, begging for me to let her fall over the edge. I thrust once more, watching her face as she came.

She rode out her orgasm, exhaling and inhaling deeply. "Let's go home." I said, as if nothing had just happened. She nodded once more, shifting uncomfortably, flattening out her dress and checking her hair in the rearview mirror.

And I took us home. I liked the way that sounded. Us. Home.

Korra POV

Mako pressed me into the giant French doors at the entrance of his mansion. His forearms framed my face, and he hesitantly leaned forward, his eyes flickering from my mouth to my eyes and back. He wasn't waiting for my invitation. If I had learned anything about Mako Anderson it was that he would take whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He was leaning forward slowly, as if to rise the tension. I knew he wanted to make our first kiss perfect, and I knew he wanted me to love every second of it. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that I wouldn't. When I had had enough of his hesitation I ran my hands up his chest slowly, winding around his neck and lacing my fingers in his hair. His eyes darkened with lust as I pulled on his hair gently, and he finally let himself go. "Beautiful." He whispered as he finally melded his lips to mine. My hands scratched through his hair, and he moved his hands down, gripping my ass tightly, growling lightly. He unlocked his door quickly, pushing me through the threshold and pulling me into his arms, my legs winding around his waist. We broke apart, gasping for breath, him staring at me with darkened eyes. "Fucking hell" he gasped, jogging up the stairs, his eyes trained on the cleavage that my dress gave.

(warning: smut starts here.)

He opened the door to a grey colored room, that had giant windows with balconies, and a giant blue and grey covered bed. I moaned into his mouth as he threw us down onto the bed. The mattress molded around our connected bodies. I was slipping the shoulder of my dress off when he stopped me. "No, no, little one, that's my job." He chuckled as if I was a child. He slipped off the shoulder, like I was doing before, and he slowly unzipped the back zipper. "Fuck, baby." He groans as he takes in my lacy black bra and the black thong that had already been tampered with. I whimpered as he latched his mouth onto my neck, and I kicked my dress off of my ankles. As he continued sucking on my neck, I fumbled with the button on his black slacks then moved to his button down shirt. He groaned again and tossed his pants to the ground, along with his shirt. I rubbed my thighs together, seeking any kind of friction I could get to relieve the wetness and heat between my legs. He thrust his hips against mine, causing us both to moan for the brief second of relief it gave us.

"Fuck." I muttered, and he chuckled, apparently hearing me.

"I hear ya" he muttered, hooking his fingers around my underwear, checking my facial expression for acceptance. I nodded stiffly, unable to do much more with the wetness seeping between my legs. He slid them down tantalizingly slow, groaning at my bareness. "Oh god." He whimpered. "You're going to make me come in my pants like a teenaged boy." He said gruffly. I laughed, hard, suddenly feeling high. Yeah, high off of how turned on I was. His erection was grasped in between our bodies. He groaned and kissed me, trying to get me completely naked. He fumbled with the back of my bra, but he eventually got the clasps undone and as he marveled at my chest, he massaged and rubbed, each touch making me shiver with undeniable pleasure. Mako snapped out of his daze (which must've been engulfed in my breasts) and attended to my mouth again, open-eyed as I pulled his boxers down. This time he whimpered as his cock sprang out. My eyes widened. He was big. Like…. Oh my god. Like, how was he going to fit? I watched intently as he slid the condom on, slowly, teasing me. He must've understood my expression because he smirked at me and asked, "Is this alright?"

"Yes." My desperate, hoarse voice rang out through the room.

"I will not be gentle." He warned, serious as hell, staring at me intently. My body writhed underneath him at the thought of him not being gentle. I couldn't stand to "make love" tonight. Tonight we were fucking, no gentleness about it.

"Fuck. Please." I literally pleaded, the desperation becoming prominent in my speech. He wasn't wasting any time when he first thrust into me. Honestly, having all of that should've been painful, but It wasn't. I mean, I'm no virgin, but he was big. As cliché as it might sound, being that connected and that close to him blocked out any of the pain I should've felt. He waited until I gave him the okay, and after a millisecond I nodded quickly, needing more friction. He thrust once more, and then again. He stopped to look at my gasping, needy face, and I nearly bit him with the frustration I was feeling. He heaved another breath, looking concentrated, and I thrust up to him, making him inhale deeply. "No one else." He rasped, "Only me, right?"

"Yes!" I screamed, I don't know if it was an answer, or out of pleasure. He groaned at my answer, probably pushing him to the edge, like me. He reached between us, once again, and started rubbing my clit. I moaned, and he groaned. It went on like that, moan, groan, whimper, growl, nipping, biting, sucking, rubbing, touching. He kissed me hard, once and that set us both off. I came in pure ecstasy, another silent scream overcoming my facial expression, tightening around him and he came, groaning my name, one, two, three times. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he breathed out my name once more before completely collapsing on top of me.

I stared at Mako, who was breathing heavily, covered in the most sexy sheen of sweat I've ever seen. His head was resting in the valley of my breasts, staring at me with an emotion in his eyes I didn't recognize. I was raking my fingers through his hair and he was I exhaled heavily, thinking of nothing more than him. His charred scent, how much taller he was than me, his strength, his mysterious past, everything that made him, him. It was then that I knew that I liked Mako; a lot more than I should. He pulled on a pair of boxers and tossed me his dress shirt, a small smile on his face. Once I put it on, he sighed. "There's nothing more beautiful than you in my shirt." He laid down next to me, pulling me to his side.
(smut ends)

I giggled (yeah, like a schoolgirl) and rested my head on his chest, his arms wrapped around my waist and back. "Stay with me tonight." He whispered. I stared at him for a second, just understanding what we just did. We just had sex on our first date. Gavin would kill me. Especially if it was the player of the century, Mako Anderson. "Please." He added, clearly seeing my hesitation.

"I…" I trailed off trying to think of how to ask if this was as special to him as it was to me.

"I never do this." He whispered. I stared, not understanding. "I don't do this with women, the whole-" he gestured to me, then himself, then the entire room- "…this. This is the first time a woman has been to my house." He confessed.

I raised an eyebrow at his face, that was now buried in my hair. "Okay." I whispered.

His face jerked up, all fear of rejection leaving his expression. "Thank you." He kissed me. On the lips, the forehead, and finally the nose.

And with that I fell asleep.

I woke up at 4am to car tires screeching on pavement. It took me a moment to recognize the sheets beneath me and the pillow under my head. Mako. Cocktail party. Dinner. Being pushed against the wall. Kissing. Sex. Sex. Oh god, the sex. I smiled and tried to snuggle into Mako's chest, but the bed beside me was empty. The doorway, on the other hand, was not. I shot out of bed, pulling down on the dress shirt I was sporting, smiling awkwardly. "Um, hi there." My tired, sleep-infested voice rang through the quiet, dark room. The man was tall and had broad shoulders. He had dark curly hair, and very much resembled Mako's little brother.

"Hello, Miss. Melenoski. My name is Andrew, Mr. Anderson has requested that I drive you home this morning. There was an…" He paused for a moment before continuing. "…emergency at the office." 'Andrew' said, very official and business like.

I eyed him skeptically. An "emergency"? Why was this 'Andrew' so unsure of wording this "emergency"? I sighed, realizing the predicament I had put myself in. I gathered my purse and dress from the night before, not bothering to put anything else on."Okay." I said dejectedly, shuffling behind the burly, dark haired man. As we passed the different hallways and rooms, I saw many workers, each staring at me like I had the plague. One woman, looking to be in her mid-fifties, stared at me in awe, a delighted smile gracing her face.

As I got into the back of the giant SUV (I would've sat in the front but Andrew 'insisted') I bit my lower lip from trembling. I had been played. Just like all of those blonde models that I had made fun of. Now, I felt like a total bitch, seeing as I know exactly how they felt. He had been kind and endearing, but he made me feel safe, important, and… loved. I'm not saying I'm in love, I'm not saying he's in love either. It was just the way he held me, and said things that nobody else had said before. He made me feel like I could love him.

As the tears started falling I cast my gaze out the window. It was still dark out, seeing as he had me kicked out at 4 in the morning. I wonder if the emergency was just a really lucky catch, or if he faked the whole thing on my account. I grabbed my phone from my purse and texted Asami

To: Asami: The Definition of Beauty (her words not mine)
From: Korra
Come over when you get this. I need you.

I threw my phone in my purse angrily. I slammed my head against the window, and I groaned at my own stupidity. I knew he was no good. I knew he would hurt me.

They always did.

Umm yeah. I did smut… hopefully it wasn't, like, disgusting. Omg I can totally imagine people commenting like "omg how did I not barf while reading that?" hahahahahaa ohhhhh I will laugh so hard when someone says that. Well…. I promise that I'll get better over time… hopefully. I even went to this website on how to write smut. Lolol my life is probably going to have the most awkward sexual content in it.

"um… are you trying to… *cough* seduce me…?"

"I think the real question here is… *dramatically turns around* Is it working!?"

"uhh no."

"Well you just wait, -insert name here-, you WILL be seduced by my awkwardness."

Exactly. It'll happen. I have about 20 bucks on it. But honestly, I put up a poll on my page and nobody really responded (thanks a lot BTW) soooo I just tried. If it was an epic fail and I burned your eyeballs I am sincerely sorry. Kind of. I hope I didn't make you go blind. But I did give you a flipping 9 page chapter with over 4,000 words so piss off, mutha trukas. JK LUV YEW BI

….okay I cant say goodbye like that.

Have a wonderful evening my lovely readers, I love you with all of my 14 year old heart. Don't forget to tap dat review button like Mako did to Korra… OR LIKE I DID YO MAMA LAST NIGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA-

….i'm sorry. I'll just… leave now.