Asami was roused from her deep sleep by the gentle sensation of lips on her neck. She groaned sleepily as her eyes fluttered open. Her eyes immediately fell on Iroh, covering her neck with soft, warm kisses.
"Good morning, General," she said softly, closing her eyes again.
"Good morning, Asami," he cooed into her neck, pausing his kisses only to speak. A few moments of silence passed as he continued to shower his mistress with attention. "I have to leave the estate in an hour," he spoke.
"Oh no," the heiress returned groggily, bringing one of her hands up to her admirer's hair and lazily running her fingers through it, her nails lightly raking over his scalp. "Why do you have to leave my comfortable bed so early in the morning?"
"I have my last meeting with the city councilmen this morning," he explained, bringing his kisses up to Asami's jawline. "And then I'm having lunch with Professor Xu, followed by a meeting with Chief Beifong."
"That sounds like a fun day," she mused, her eyes still shut as her partner's kisses ventured onto her cheeks.
"It would be more fun if it got off to the right start," he said suggestively before pressing his lips to hers. Asami smiled into the kiss.
"I think I can help with that," she stated, opening her eyes after the kiss had been broken. She traced his spine with the index finger of her right hand as the general moved his lips down the heiress' body. He lingered on her chest before moving down to her stomach, then laying a few gentle pecks on her hips. He brought his fingers to her entrance and lightly stroked her sensitive flesh. She hummed in approval as he continued, finally dipping a finger into his partner. Iroh then brought his mouth down to the growing heat between Asami's legs and ran his tongue over an aroused bundle of nerves. The heiress moaned. He repeated the action. Another moan. He began to pump his fingers faster as his tongue made tiny circles and figure-eights across Asami's clitoris.
"You are too good at that," she commented breathily, all traces of sleepiness gone from her voice. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation of his stimulation, at times involuntarily arching her back in pleasure. Before long, the general's display of affection wasn't enough for Asami. It felt good, but it wasn't filling like she wanted. She needed more.
"Iroh," she moaned. He pretended he didn't hear her and continued his actions. "Iroh, I'm ready." Again, the Fire Nation prince ignored her statement. "Iroh, please…"
The general withdrew his mouth from between Asami's legs and smiled at the heiress, fingers still exploring her core. Her breathing had become labored.
"Iroh, I need you," she groaned, writhing under his touch. "Right now." This seemed to be the statement he had been waiting for. He immediately withdrew his fingers from her core and sat up, leaning over the heiress to give her a passionate kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue. He touched the head of his erection to her folds. The warmth radiating from his member was almost overwhelming. He inched his way into his mistress, both of their heads reeling from the slow buildup of arousal in their bodies. He withdrew almost completely before forcing himself back into her. He repeated this action, steadily increasing the pace of his thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his waist and contracted the muscles of her core around his length.
"Asami," he whispered into her neck, leaving a playful bite mark. She purred as her world went fuzzy from her heightened state of arousal. Iroh slid his hands and forearms between Asami's back and the mattress below her, pulling her body close to his before he flipped over, putting himself on the bottom of their entanglement. She sat atop him for a moment, reveling in the full sensation in her core. Asami then gripped his shoulders and started moving again. She leaned forward, changing the angle of penetration until he stroked her at just the right spot. His hands guided her hips up and down his shaft. She pressed her hands down onto his shoulders, tightening her grip as she felt her orgasm coming. She tried to express this through words but could only manage to groan her partner's name. The strained look on his face told her he wasn't far away either. With one final thrust, Asami tumbled over the edge. She cried out as her partner continued thrusting into her until he, too, finished. She leaned over Iroh to give him a gentle kiss before climbing off of him and laying back down in the bed next to him.
Asami closed her eyes as she rested her head on Iroh's chest, both of them breathing heavily in the aftermath of their actions. He played with the ends of her hair as they lay together in silence.
"I'm not opposed to being woken up like this every morning," the heiress finally uttered, laying a kiss on her partner's chest.
"I'll keep that in mind," Iroh cooed. He slid out from under her and kissed her lips one last time before sitting up. "Time to make myself presentable," he smiled and stood up from the bed.
"Just how do you plan on doing that, General Iroh?" Asami teased, not moving from her spot on the bed. "All your clothes are downstairs on the pool deck." A moment passed as Iroh registered this.
"Damn," he muttered under his breath, so that Asami didn't hear. He tried not to swear around her. His mother had taught him better than to use vulgar language around a lady. "So, uh, what should I do?"
"You could just walk down and get your uniform," the heiress said. "I don't think many house workers are here yet."
"I can't be seen naked in your house," he returned. "I mean, the workers already know what's going on, we don't need to give them blatant proof." Asami sighed and sat up. She scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up, padded her way into the bathroom and wrapped a robe around herself. She then turned and approached the nude man standing in her room.
"You owe me for this. I don't usually wake up until seven," she looked up at Iroh. "The fact that I'm moving right now is a miracle." The general placed a few fingers underneath Asami's chin, tilting her face up into a kiss.
"Thank you, Miss Asami," he said softly. The young queen of industry smiled and exited the room to retrieve both her and her partner's clothes from the pool deck.
As she padded her way down the stairs of the mansion, Asami hummed a jazz melody to herself. She rounded a corner and stopped dead in her tracks as she almost ran into one of her servants.
"Miss Sato!" the servant exclaimed, jumping slightly in surprise.
"Good morning, Lian," she greeted the startled girl. The heiress noticed that Lian was holding a stack of folded up clothes- both her and Iroh's outfits from the previous evening.
"I was just about to bring these up to your room, Miss Sato," Lian stated, extending the bundle in her hands to Asami.
"Oh, uh, thanks," the young queen of industry accepted the clothing awkwardly. "Could we keep….this," she motioned to the clothing in her hands, "our little secret?"
"I'm not sure that your relationship with General Iroh is much of a secret anymore, Miss Sato," Lian responded quietly. Asami raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps you should read today's paper."
"Shit," Asami grunted before turning around on her heels and walking back to her room, where the naked prince of the Fire Nation waited for her on her bed. As she entered the bedroom, he eyed the neatly folded clothes in the heiress' arms curiously.
"You folded everything?" He questioned, knowing that the young queen of industry had not neatly organized both of their clothes.
"No, one of the servants found our clothes and was actually bringing them up to the room when I ran into her," Asami explained. "She also suggested I read today's newspaper." Iroh started putting his uniform on as he continued their conversation.
"I take it you are going to be the star of today's headlines again?" He posed as he stepped into his pants.
"Of course. But today, you're my costar, apparently," the young queen of industry groaned as she plopped down onto the bed. Iroh was silent for a moment as he pulled his shirt over his head.
"Ah, my return to the limelight," he commented. "Great."
Has the Queen of Industry Fallen… In Love?
Yesterday afternoon, Future Industries' Chief Executive Officer was spotted at The Kolau Cafe on the arm of General Iroh, of the United Forces Navy. Our sources tell us the General pays Miss Sato a visit almost every time he comes to the city for negotiations with the Republic City Council. The police report from Asami Sato's most recent party lists Iroh II as a witness to the brawl that ended the event. Several attendees of the party have confirmed this.
"When Asami came to break up the fight, General Iroh was right behind her the whole time," one witness in particular told us. Does this mean the budding romance between the young queen of industry and Bolin is over? We at the Republic City Tribune will be keeping an eye on these developments in the weeks to come.
Asami eyed the photos snapped of her and Iroh outside the restaurant that accompanied the article as her cheeks turned red in embarrassment.
"Shit," she muttered to herself before setting the newspaper down on her desk, "I hate tabloids."
"Miss Sato?" Vashir greeted his boss before poking his head into her office.
"Morning, Vashir," she responded, looking up from her desk to her assistant.
"Avatar Korra is on the phone for you," he stated.
"Thank you," the heiress smiled before taking a deep breath and picking up the receiver of her telephone.
"Hi, Korra," Asami greeted her friend. In the years after the equalist revolution, Asami found herself warming up to the Avatar. At first, the non-bender was furious with Korra for stealing her boyfriend, but over time, she got over it. Her relationship with Mako remained complicated, but Asami was finally able to forgive Korra, and their friendship blossomed. The heiress was grateful for this; she didn't have many girlfriends and she never would have been able to put Future Industries back on top without the assistance of the Avatar.
"Hey, heartbreaker," Korra teased on the other end of the line. "How's juggling two men and running a company going for you?"
"Oh, shut up, you know Bolin and I don't have a thing," Asami replied. She had kept her intimate experiences with the earthbender a secret from the Avatar, knowing that she would tell Mako if she knew. Korra seemed to be catching on, though.
"I know, I know. But I am currently reading an article about your and General Iroh's lunch date yesterday," The Avatar stated.
"Are you back in the city already?"
"Just got in this morning."
"Oh, great! We should get lunch together," Asami suggested, adding, "It's been too long since I've had some girl time."
"Want to come to the island? I'm teaching Bolin how to make water tribe food," the Avatar responded.
"Should I take the ferry?"
"Fuck the ferry," Korra sassed. "I'm borrowing Oogi; I'll meet you and Bolin at the patio behind the estate." Asami laughed. The Avatar might have hidden her usual vernacular from the press, but everyone close enough to the girl knew she cursed often.
"Sounds good. Should I call Bolin?" the heiress asked.
"Nah, I'm sure you're busy; I'll drop him a line. Expect him around 12:30 or so," Korra answered.
"Alright then. See you later!" Asami hung up her phone and drummed her fingers on her desk for a moment before composing herself and getting back to business.
"Vashir?" She called, waiting for her secretary's response.
"Yes, Miss Sato?" he responded.
"Could you get Quon to come to my office? I'd like to discuss our marketing campaign for our safer lines of satomobiles," Asami requested, thumbing through the stack of papers on her desk. She could hear the clicking sounds of Vashir's rotary phone, followed by his short conversation with the marketing advisor of the company. A short while later, Quon arrived at Asami's office and their meeting was officially underway. They shared ideas for 20 minutes before things started to wrap up.
"So when are you thinking this new line would be ready for mass production?" Quon questioned, holding a clipboard and waving his pen around with his statements.
"I'm hoping to have the designs finalized by the beginning of fall, with production starting just before the winter," Asami answered. "Since we're also working on tires for driving in the snow, I figure it'd be a good idea to let both products hit the market at the same time."
"That is a good idea, Miss Sato," Quon agreed. "If you can have the designs finalized by the beginning of September, we should have a showcase of the different models from the line ready for the public by October, and make them available for retail in November."
"Excellent. Will you pick specific dates for the showcase and get back to me?" The young CEO requested, standing up and extending her hand to his. Quon stood up and shook her hand.
"I'll let you know the dates I chose, and we'll get together in a few weeks to plan the marketing campaign," He smiled.
"Great," the heiress returned the smile and Quon took his leave. Asami walked over to a cabinet in the corner of her office and opened it. She retrieved her driving uniform from inside it, closed the door to the office, and changed out of her suit, placing it inside the cabinet where the uniform had been before. She pulled her hair back into a bun and exited her office, stopping at her assistant's desk.
"I'm going to go test drive and tweak some of the new models," she stated. "I'm expecting Bolin around 12:30, would you send him out to the race tracks when he arrives?"
"Of course, Miss Sato," Vashir accepted his boss's request, scrawling himself a note as a reminder.
Asami happily found herself behind the wheel of one of Future Industries' new prototypes. This particular vehicle had a new type of drivetrain which the CEO had invented herself. It was supposed to deliver an equal amount of power to both axels of the car, giving all four tires equal control over the satomobile. She wasn't entirely sure how it was going to work out.
"I'm going to take it out for a couple of warmup laps and then I'll see how it responds to having its limits pushed," Asami called over the roar of the engine to the mechanics working on the two other models that were to be tested and adjusted that day. She waited for a moment to see if either of them wanted to say anything to her, but they remained hunched over the engines of their respective models. Asami smiled to herself and put the clutch in, shifted into first gear, and steadily accelerated down the racetrack. She lost herself in her first five laps, taking it easy and slow. Driving this track was a repetitive motion, and Asami found herself going into autopilot as she allowed her brain to shut off for a few moments, ignoring the constant pressure she found herself under from running a company, or being followed around by nosy reporters with cameras.
The instant she crossed the finish line for the fifth time, the heiress shifted into gear and accelerated the car aggressively. She waited until the last possible moment to downshift and break before going around the first turn, attempting to bring the car around the corner in a power slide. Instead, the heavy breaking somehow shifted all the power into the front tires of the satomobile and the back end of the vehicle started fishtailing.
"Shit, shit, shit…" Asami cursed to herself as she let her well-developed instincts for driving teak over. She let her foot off the gas and pushed the clutch in, shifted to second gear and steered into the direction her car seemed to want to go in an attempt to get the car back under control. The back end of the satomobile still shook erratically but slowly got back under control. After the model was going the right way again, Asami tried to enter the next corner a little less aggressively, but still tried to push the envelope a little bit. Again, the car began fishtailing, and Asami employed her technique to regain control of the car. Frustrated, she pounded her fist on the steering wheel and decided to try a different approach for her next corner. Asami entered the corner at a reasonable speed, but instead of letting the car get around the corner through breaking, coasting, and accelerating, she floored the gas pedal. The car slid through the curve in the most exhilarating drift Asami had ever maneuvered. The car went in exactly the direction she pointed the steering wheel, with the back end sliding out but still retaining some of its grip on the road so the vehicle remained in control. She cheered excitedly and repeated the drift at every turn throughout the rest of the lap. She then pulled off to the garage where the two mechanics were waiting eagerly for her return.
Asami put the car in park, turned the engine off, and hopped out.
"Did you guys see that?" She called out, brimming with excitement.
"That was the fastest cornering I've ever seen!" One mechanic called out.
"How did you do that?" the other mechanic chimed in.
"I accelerated through the whole turn," Asami explained. "There are a few things I think I could do to improve maneuverability, but as far as I'm concerned, this was a perfect test run for my new drivetrain system!"
The rest of the heiress' morning involved adjusting various aspects of the engine of her new model, and then taking it out for another test run. By the time Bolin arrived at the race track's garage, Asami's face was covered in smudges of grease.
"Hey, Bo!" she smiled at her friend as he approached the car she was working on.
"So, this is the new model you were telling me about?" He asked.
"Yeah, I've been tweaking it all morning and I think I almost have the perfect configurations figured out," she stood up and leaned on the grill of the satomobile proudly.
"I can see that," the earthbender responded, motioning to his face to represent the fact that something was on Asami's face.
"Oh, covered in grease, I know," she replied. "What time is it?"
"Fifteen after noon," Bolin answered, checking his wristwatch.
"Good. We still have some time before Korra gets here," she stated, grabbing her friend by the wrist. "Come on."
Asami led Bolin to her scooter, and after convincing him to hop on, made the short drive to the Sato mansion. He followed her through various hallways and up the stairway to her private quarters, into her bathroom.
"I've always liked this bathroom, 'Sami," Bolin said smugly. "It's so luxurious." Asami shot him a look.
"I wonder what makes you say that," she responded flatly, turning on the faucet of the sink she was standing in front of before bending over and splashing the water on her face. During this lapse in conversation, both the heiress and the earthbender's minds reflected on their intimate experience in this bathroom six months before.
"I fucking love this steam shower," Bolin commented as he backed a naked Asami into the stream of warm water, hands at her waist.
"I'll be sure to tell my dad you said that," Asami laughed, with one of her hands entwined in the earthbender's wet hair and the other holding his shoulder.
"But that would ruin the fun of keeping our little secret," Bolin returned, lifting Asami onto his hips before turning around and pressing her against the fogged glass containing the shower area. He nibbled on her ear as they lined their genitalia and she slowly lowered herself onto his erection.
"Fuck, 'Sami, you're so wet," he grunted into her ear as she let him venture further into her folds.
"We are in a shower, babe" Asami teased, moving her hands to cup his face before pulling him into an aggressive kiss. She broke the kiss and guided his head down to her breasts. He obliged her nonverbal command and nipped at the delicate mounds of flesh on her chest. She started moving herself up and down his member as his mouth continued focusing on her breasts.
"Oh, spirits," he breathed into her chest. The heiress smirked at this utterance from her partner.
"Harder, Bolin," she commanded. The nineteen-year-old obeyed, tightening his grip on her hips to bring her down on him faster, with more force. She wrapped her legs around his hips to take some of the weight off of his arms. He pressed her harder against the glass and continued thrusting.
"Yeah, you like it rougher, don't you?" Bolin teased as he continued his efforts.
"Unh, you know I do, baby," Asami moaned.
When Asami had patted her face dry and went to one of her drawers to get out her makeup, she noticed Bolin staring at the glass door to the steam shower. She smirked.
"Maybe if you stare hard enough, it will happen again, perv," she taunted. Bolin came out of his daydream and blushed.
"Hey, it could," he smiled sheepishly. Asami closed one of her eyes and applied her usual eyeshadow.
"Sometimes I get the impression that I'm the best you've ever had," she said suggestively, applying shadow to her other eye.
"Well I don't know about the best, but I'd say you're pretty far up there," the earthbender remarked casually.
"Gee, thanks," Asami commented sarcastically.
"Oh come on, 'Sami," he stepped toward her as she applied mascara to her lashes. "You know I'm just goofing around." She finished off her eyelashes and turned to her friend as she grabbed her red tube of lipstick.
"So am I," she said awkwardly, before coating her lips with the red stain.
Before the situation could get more uncomfortable, the growl of a skybison sounded from outside, cueing Asami and Bolin to exit her room and head to the back patio of the estate.
"Hey there, lovebirds!" Korra called out to her friends before hopping off Oogi's head and landing on the ground in front of them. She then pulled them into a hug, so she didn't notice the blush on their cheeks, signifying their embarrassment from the comment.
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long... again. I got stuck on this chapter for the longest time! I decided to make it longer to make up for my lack of updating in a while. I'm hoping I'll have the next chapter up relatively soon... but life is messy, so who knows? Anyways, please continue to read and review! I do take constructive criticism very well :)
