"Asami?" Mako asked, half asleep in his bed, staring at the scantily clad woman standing in front of him. She pressed a finger to his lips to shush him and climbed under the covers, laying on her side to face him.
"I couldn't sleep," she whispered. He brushed her hair behind her ear.
"Why couldn't you sleep, sweetheart?" He asked, slightly more awake.
"I couldn't sleep because I can't stop thinking about the other night," She whispered in his ear before kissing his earlobe. The aforementioned night came back to him in flashes: a hairflip, bouncing breasts, a playful giggle, and an unforgettable scream.
"So you came back for more, huh?" He smiled, pulling her body closer to his and planting a hard, demanding kiss on her lips. She reciprocated his force, pressing him down onto the bed and climbing on top of him, running her hands over his abs and stopping at his clothed waistline. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them off, exposing his growing erection. He slipped his hands under her loosely tied silk robe to massage her breasts. She stroked his member as he moved his kisses southward to her breasts. He latched on to one nipple at a time, licking and suckling on the puckered skin. Growing impatient with his lack of attention between her legs, she grabbed one of his hands and brought it down to the area she wanted him to touch most. He stroked the edge of her entrance, excited by the warmth and wetness that met him. He dipped a finger into his lover, and Asami moaned in response.
"Shh," He shushed her, a smile forming on his lips. She grabbed his member and lined it up with her entrance and started to lower herself onto it.
"Wait," Mako whispered hoarsely. She stopped and looked at him.
"What's wrong?" She asked, starting to move off him.
"Are you sure we can… you know… without any… uh… consequences?" He was clearly mad at himself for asking this again. It was just his… what Asami called 'maternal' instincts kicking in. His girlfriend often joked with Avatar Korra about how Mako was definitely a mother in a past life.
"Relax, you know I have it taken care of," she sighed, trying not to sound too irritated. It was good that she had such a responsible boyfriend. The firebender smiled and flipped Asami over, wrapping her legs around his waist. He entered her slowly until he filled her as far as he could go.
"Asami…you feel amazing," he whispered to her, careful not to make too much noise. Mako's room was two floors below the entrance to Hiroshi Sato's room. The "entrance" was a door that led to private stairway, atop which was the CEO's suite. Asami's boyfriend was still very cautious about not getting caught.
"I love you Mako," She returned as quietly as she could, and kissing his neck. He withdrew himself from her and pressed back in, starting a rhythm.
"I love you too, Asami," he murmured in her ear. He thrust into her repeatedly until she couldn't remain silent any longer. She cried out, and mako placed his hand over her mouth to help silence her somewhat. She grabbed his hand on her mouth and separated the index finger from his other fingers and sucked on his fingertip lightly. She knew that drove him crazy.
"Harder," she quietly commanded.
"This is as hard as I can go without getting too loud," He said, clearly holding himself back.
"Then let me try something," she said, leaning up and gently pushing against his shoulder, signaling to let her out from under him. "Lie on your back." He did as she instructed. She turned her face towards his feet and climbed on top of his member. The deeper angle of penetration felt even better than she would have hoped, and she moaned softly. He expressed his pleasure by grabbing onto her hips tightly. She raised and lowered herself up and down his shaft. The sounds of skin slapping, Asami's moans, and Mako's occasional groan filled the room.
"Asami…"he tried to say silently, "We're being too loud…" Asami didn't slow down her pace.
"Don't stop now," She moaned as she lowered herself onto him repeatedly. With his last stroke, Mako hit a particular rough spot inside of Asami that caused both of them to climax together at the same time. Asami fell back onto the bed with her boyfriend after they had finished, still seeing stars. She couldn't believe that sex could be that good. Her first sexual orgasm! It was even better than she could have ever imagined.
Mako pulled her close and kissed her shoulders before leaning forward to kiss her lips.
"Thank you," he said after breaking the kiss, "for hitting me with your moped." She laughed softly, and made to get up and leave the room. He wouldn't let go of her hand.
"Stay with me tonight," he said, pulling her back down. "Just this once." She looked at him and sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at her boyfriend in thought.
"What if we oversleep?" She asked nervously.
"We won't. Firebenders wake with the sun, I promise I'll have you up and in your room before any servants get up to start their day," Mako said calmly. "Please don't make me sleep alone after what we just did." Asami smiled and crawled back into bed with her boyfriend.
"You looked so terrified, and then so speechless," she murmured, prompting a chuckle from the firebender whose arms were wrapped around her. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep in her boyfriend's arms.
Asami woke with a start and checked for someone sharing her bed with her to no avail. Even though Iroh had been gone for a couple days, his absence hurt more and more every day. Especially when she had vivid dreams like this. She remembered that night with Mako, because the next day her fathers' equalist ties and secret workshop were revealed.
The worst part was, the memory was still getting her a little… excited. Great. What a terrible way to start a Saturday: thinking about the best sex you had with your ex. She felt guilty for having these thoughts, as she had no desire to ever hook up with Mako ever again. Although she wasn't about to announce it to the press, she was finally able to call Iroh her boyfriend. She couldn't believe it.
"Ugh, Mako," she grunted to herself, shaking all thoughts of him out of her head and getting up to start her day. Saturday was the only day out of week Asami took completely off; She enjoyed working for around 5 hours every Sunday when not as many factory workers were around, and more businesses were open on Saturdays so she'd have an easier time grabbing lunch in the city. She also liked to give her staff Saturdays off in the interest of saving money, increasing privacy, and asserting her independence. She was reading a book on her bed when she heard the chimes of her front door. She shuffled over to the phone on her nightstand, entered a numerical command that played her voice through the speaker in the door.
"Hello, I'll be down in a moment. Just me today," she said calmly, hanging up her phone and heading for the door. She immediately regretted her decision to open the door when she saw who was waiting for her on the other side.
"Mako?" She asked, staring at her ex boyfriend on her front doorstep, in his police uniform.
"Good morning, Asami," He greeted awkwardly. "May I come in?"
"Uh, sure," she returned, gesturing him in. "To what do I owe this… pleasure?" She tried not to sound as irritated as she was.
"Cut the bullshit, I know you're less than thrilled to see me. Chief Beifong insisted I take this house call. I think she's still mad at me over the triplethreat fiasco from last month. Asami recalled the headline in the paper: Intersection and Agni Kai Head Quarters shut down after explosion caused by firebending officer.
"Yeah, maybe firebending at a satomobile with a full tank of gas wasn't the best idea," Asami snapped back at him. If he was going to be rude, then she certainly wasn't going to go out of her way to be nice to him. "Why are you over here anyway?"
"I'm here to watch you for the day in order to ensure you don't throw a party," he said with a smirk on his face. She wished she could smack his stupid mouth off his head, but restrained herself.
"Fine. How long do I have to deal with you?" She asked flatly.
"I'm here until seven tonight," He responded. Asami checked her wristwatch. Spirits, was it really only ten to eleven?
"Eight hours?" She asked, her mouth agape. "That's really necessary?"
"And to think, if you would have been more careful and responsible about who you let into your home, we wouldn't be in this situation right now," Mako droned in his usual motherly tone. Asami might let that slide, on another day. But today, she was irritable enough that she wasn't going to let him lecture her.
"Says the bull who attended the party!" Asami shot back at her ex. He furrowed his brow, clearly showing that he didn't understand the modern slang for 'police officer.' She shook her head and decided not to tell him. Asami certainly wasn't going to be the one to ruin the purpose of the term.
"Asami, you host parties that have open bars. You don't charge anyone money, and then stuff like this happens. How much did you spend on this thing anyway?" He served her negative tone right back.
"I spend what I can afford, because I'm the Chief Executive Officer of a multi-million yuan business! What have you done with your life lately?" Asami fired off. She was not losing this argument. Not today, with him.
"I'm a police officer! I protect innocent people from threats to the city," Mako fumed at her.
"Oh, don't try to act all 'high and mighty' just because you have a badge!" Asami practically screamed. "Being a representative of the law does not make you a good person, and if you don't believe me, then go look in the fucking mirror!"
"What, now you're attacking my morals?" Mako yelled back. "I saw you lead the General up to your room the other night!" The rage within Asami continued boiling up.
"That's hardly and of your business!" She shouted, clenching her fists as tightly as she could. He opened up his mouth to speak again, but she cut him off. "Just stop! You're not ruining this for me!"
"What? Ruining what?" Mako asked, genuinely clueless to her argument. She widened her eyes in disbelief.
"Spirits, are you serious, Mako?" She asked at a regular decibel level, but the biting anger laced with her words intimidated him more than her yelling. "You chose Korra a long time ago, and that's fine. I've moved on. And now that I've chosen someone else, you're going to get mad at me about it?"
"What?" the firebender countered, utterly speechless. "That's what you think this is about?" He tried to deny the bitter truth the heiress had just laid out for him. She sighed and shook her head.
"I can't handle this," she muttered. "Get out." Mako didn't respond to her command.
"GET OUT!" She screamed, pushing him back towards the door. He pushed her hands off him and she assumed her regular battle stance.
"Asami, I'm going to let that slide, but if you try to assault me again I'm going to have to follow protocol," Mako said slowly.
"I told you," She tried to say calmly, "to leave my home." Mako held his hands out as a precaution.
"You know I can't leave," He said, staring at her. "Please don't make me defend myself. Neither of us wants to deal with that right now." She lowered her hands as well, relaxing her stance but not unclenching her fists.
"Fine," she said shortly, turning around on the balls of her feet and storming up the main staircase to the house. She assumed he would follow her, as she rounded a corner to the first of many hallways, her assumption was correct as the heiress could see him out of the corner of her eye. She eventually entered her room, headed straight for her walk-in closet and slammed the door behind her, hoping the door might hit him in the face. She smirked at his angry harrumph from the other side of the door. The young queen of industry knew she was being immature and difficult, but she was too addicted on the rush of satisfying her pent up rage to care. Asami hadn't spent any time alone with Mako for at least two years. They still saw each other and interacted, but only when a neutral party like Bolin or Korra was with them. Nobody really understood how poorly the heiress and the former captain of the Fire Ferrets got along besides the pair.
She quickly changed into some clothes for sparring and exited her closet, wordlessly leading Mako into the training gym a few floors below. There was a collection of different weighted freeweights in one corner, a few padded areas for practicing tumbling, and four dummies on posts throughout the room. Asami approached one and realized that her desire to beat the living shit out of something had fizzled slightly. She turned towards Mako as an idea developed in her head.
"You can lift weights or something if you want," she said to him, still irked. "Or you can deny that the dumbbells exist and try to play it off like I'm the one who's wrong." Mako glared at this statement.
"What is your deal today?" he erupted at Asami. The tension recharged her desire for physical violence.
"My 'deal' is that on my only day off, you, of all people, just show up, start acting rude, and force your way into my house for the next eight hours!" She yelled. Mako couldn't think of anything to counter her statement with. She assumed he was internalizing the fact that she was, in fact, right. She took this as her cue to begin her aggressive sparring session with the dummy in front of her. She began by kicking it in the head. Mako's eyes widened as he had another realization: that Asami was imagining he was the dummy she was unleashing her pent up anger on. He watched for the next hour as she kicked, punched, and tore apart the dummy in front of her. Her endurance and tenacity were both impressive and terrifying, he noted.
Finally, the heiress laid one final blow on the dummy- a roundhouse kick to the stomach- before resting her hands on her knees, heaving from her intense cardio workout. After a few minutes of this, she sat down on the mat in front of her sparring partner. She wiped the sweat off her brow as she just breathed and said nothing to the police officer who was in the room with her, watching her every move. She sat like this in front of the dummy, with her back facing Mako, for five minutes before she stood up and poured herself a glass of water from the sink. She finished her beverage and turned to Mako.
"I'm going to take a shower," she said calmly. "And when I'm done, I'm getting food." The firebender nodded, trying not to disturb her tranquility by saying anything. He followed her upstairs and waited in her room while she showered and preened in her bathroom.
He paced around Asami's master suite, stopping after a few minutes to sit at her vanity. Looking at the curved wall of mirrors before him, he considered the fact that Asami probably spent about an hour in this seat every day. That was one of the things he both loved and hated about her back when they were dating. He loved that wherever they went, she looked polished and put together. But he hated the fact that in order for her to look as nice as she did, she spent hours picking out outfits and applying makeup. Korra was much lower maintenance in that respect, and it was one of the reasons why Mako enjoyed dating the Avatar. She was sexy, strong, athletic, caring, and stubborn. Bending was such a huge part of both of their lives, and she was a damned good bender. She was still better than Bolin at earthbending.
Before he knew it, he was dialing Air Temple Island from the phone in Asami's bedroom to get a hold of his girlfriend. He figured he would have more than enough time to talk to Korra, knowing that Asami would be in the bathroom showering and doing her hair for at least another hour and ten minutes. He waited for someone to greet him on the other end of the line patiently.
"Young women's dormitory, Ran speaking," a young woman answered the phone.
"Hi, Ran, it's Mako. Is Korra around?" he inquired.
"She's practicing airbending forms on the patio just outside," Ran answered. "Would you like me to get her for you?"
"That would be great," he returned, waiting patiently for the young acolyte to retrieve his girlfriend.
"Hi there, stranger," Korra greeted her boyfriend of three years.
"Hello there, Miss Avatar," he returned, a smile spreading across his face.
"Aren't you working right now?" the Avatar questioned.
"Technically, yes. I'm at Asami's house right now," he explained. "Chief Beifong put me on princess maintenance." Korra snickered.
"So I take it, it's not going well?" she posed.
"No, not exactly. We spent the first twenty minutes yelling at each other and we haven't really talked since. She's in the shower right now so I've got about an hour to figure out how to deal with her," he stated.
"She's not out to get you, you know," Korra said. "How did you approach her when you walked in the door?"
"I…" Mako thought back to their exchange. He recalled swearing during his second utterance to her. "…think I was pretty nice."
"Mako," Korra sighed. "What did you say?"
"Well I might have told her to stop the formalities as I knew she wasn't…excited about my presence," he answered guiltily.
"Well no wonder she yelled at you! You have to be nice to her in order for her to be nice back," Korra said.
"It's so hard to be nice to someone when you can tell from the moment they see you they don't want to have anything to do with you," he complained.
"I'm sure she feels the same way about you, Mako. Think about it from her perspective. She'd never admit it to you, but she's mortified about her party's infamous ending last week," Korra rationalized. Mako sighed, knowing that his girlfriend was right.
"Dammit," He muttered. "I hate it when you're more calm and rational than me." Korra laughed.
"It's kind of an Avatar thing," she teased. Mako laughed, knowing that Korra was still a hotheaded girl at heart. "Really, just try being nice to her and she's a wonderful person to spend time around. I know you two used to get along." Mako blushed, thinking back to his and Asami's relationship. She was so giving and sweet, and also so incredibly sexy at the same time. Towards the end, they only focused on the physical part of their relationship.
"You're right, Korra," he said, sitting down on Asami's bed.
"I could get used to hearing you say that," she joked. "But really, please be nice to Asami. She's one of my only girlfriends and she's actually really badass. Plus, I'm sure she's missing her boyfriend a lot."
"Wait, she has a boyfriend now?" Mako asked, feeling the ugly emotion of jealousy rise up in his chest.
"Yeah, her and General Iroh are official! I guess they're gunna visit and call each other a lot," Korra explained. Mako looked at the bed he was sitting on and stood up, realizing the events that had probably taken place on it a few nights earlier.
"How do they even think it's gonna work?" Mako asked, making sure his voice wasn't too loud. He could still hear the running water of the shower, but he was a cautious guy.
"They've been pen pals for a few years now," Korra said. "You really didn't know?"
"I don't really…pay much attention to Asami anymore," Mako stumbled over his words.
"Sure you don't. I know she has an envelope that has most of the letters he's written her in her room somewhere," Korra said.
"That's not creepy or anything," Mako muttered.
"Oh hush, Mako. You do cheesy stuff too. Anyways, I have to go, Tenzin and I are going over an air funnel technique I've been struggling with lately," the Avatar explained. "Thanks for calling me! I love you!"
"Thanks for the advice, I love you too," he responded, hanging up the phone on the receiver. He sighed and walked over to her vanity, taking a seat there again. He noticed, that at the very bottom corner of one of the mirrors, a small white paper stuck out. Mako grabbed onto the corner he found and pulled, revealing that this paper was in fact a large paper envelope wedged behind the mirror. He spent a few minutes trying to figure out how to move the mirror to get the envelope, and figured out that it rotated out. He grabbed the envelope and realized it contained a sizeable stack of papers. He realized this was the exact envelope Korra had just warned him about. He felt the familiar pang of jealousy hit him even harder than before. Before he could think about it, he pulled out the notes from their container and read through them.
Dear Miss Sato,
After being docked in Republic City for four weeks in the aftermath of the equalist revolution, docking in a different port feels strange. All the names of the dock vendors I've learned are now useless. However, the one thing that the port of Chin Village has that Republic City lacks is my new canine companion. Every day when I set foot on the dock, my new friend will run up to me and greet me, and follow me around everywhere I go. He waits outside buildings for me. I'll try to take a picture with him before we leave port in a few days. I think you would like him. He shares your fondness for dumplings.
Sincerely,
General Iroh II of the United Forces
Mako scoffed at the General's use of formal titles in the first letter in the stack. He skimmed through a few others, deciding to read another letter dated 3 months after the first letter.
Dear Miss Sato,
Greetings from the Capitol City of the Fire Nation! Returning home after being away most of the year is always an experience. This time around, everyone seemed much more excited to talk to me about my recent visit in Republic City than they have been in years past. And the question I am asked the most by other high-ranking officers isn't what the equalists were like, but rather if I got the chance to meet you. They are all very interested in your father's latest invention and how you plan on opening Future Industries back up to the public. I've attached the contact information of two men who seem the most hopeful for your company's future to the back of this note.
Now you can't say I never did anything for Future Industries,
General Iroh II of the United Forces
Mako shook his head. Iroh did have a brilliant strategy to win over Asami: help her business. He looked at a few other letters from this first year of contact but found them to be boring, so he decided to skip to the letters being addressed from the next year.
My Dearest Miss Sato,
As I scrawl this short note to you from the freezing cold waters of the North Pole, I am still trying to comprehend the fact that our last visit was five days ago. When the wind chill gets to be unbearable, I picture myself sitting with you and a bottle of wine, in front of your fireplace. This simple memory gets me through more than you know.
Keep an eye out in the mail for a package from me. That comment about your affinity for arctic fox fur didn't fall on deaf ears.
Thinking of you,
General Iroh II of the United Forces
Mako rolled his eyes as he recalled Asami's white fox scarf, and how fond she was of it. He listened to Asami in the bathroom from his seat. She had just shut off the water but that in no way meant she was going to exit the bathroom soon. He continued skimming through the letters, pulling out a note from within the last year, noting that it was stained with a few tiny drops of some sort of liquid.
My Dearest Asami,
Please enjoy the bottle of sparkling wine that I hope accompanied this note all the way to Republic City. I spent a week at the monastery with the monks who grow the grapes and distill the spirits. All the money they made from my purchase funds the reconstruction of the main building in the compound. These monks are also particularly good at distilling spirits with a very high percentage of alcohol by volume. This bottle is a whopping 32 percent. I know you enjoy strong spirits. Relax and take a break from whatever corporate woes you might be suffering right now.
Until we see each other again,
Iroh
Mako raised his eyebrows, noting how in both his greeting and his signature, Iroh had dropped the formal titles for both Asami and himself. He had no idea they were so close. Or that they exchanged quite so many letters. He flipped through more letters until he got to one that was dated five months prior to the present day.
My Precious Asami,
I swear that plants pick up on negative energy and die after you've decided they're a nuisance. My jasmine just wilted on me last week. But perhaps it had less to do with the fact that I told the plant I hated it and more to do with the fact that it didn't get much sun or warmth for a few days.
In a few weeks my ship will be docking at the island on the east end of the chain of Islands that make up the Fire Nation. When I was reviewing the voyage on my map, I couldn't help but notice that this is the closest I've been to Republic City in months. And you are a talented pilot, are you not? Do you think you're capable of flying a few hours over the ocean to come visit? There's a small airport with a single runway on the east coast of the island.
I hope the timing is convenient for you. Let me know what you decide.
Hoping to see you soon,
Iroh
Mako thought back to a weekend in the winter where Korra received a few calls from Asami… at his apartment, because the Avatar had given the number to her friend (without his consent) with the instructions to call. He thought harder, and vaguely remembered that Korra had asked Asami how her flight was. Mako usually tuned out Korra's conversations with his ex-girlfriend.
He stopped and listened for Asami. He heard the sink running, so he knew she was cleaning her fingernails and brushing her teeth, which gave him another fifteen minutes or so.
He felt a light pang of guilt for invading his ex-girlfriend's privacy like this, but his jealous heart wouldn't let him stop reading. He was hoping to find a legitimate reason to hate the General and had yet to find one.
My Dearest Asami,
It was wonderful beyond words to see you again last week. My crew really appreciated your repairs around the ship. They did not, however, appreciate the six hours I forced them to clean the entire ship until it was spotless for their lewd behavior toward you.
Between your knowledge about satomobiles, biplanes, and ship mechanics, the amount of liquor you consumed, and the officer you slapped for being too forward, you won the hearts and minds of every man on the ship. Well, maybe besides that officer (who I've always disliked). I had a great weekend, and I hope you
"Mako?" Asami deadpanned as she stood on the other side of the bed, stopping on the path from the bathroom to her closet. She eyed Mako, sitting at her vanity counter, holding all of Iroh's letters to her. He tensed up, nervously shuffling the stack of papers back together and shoving it into the large envelope he had found. She double checked to make sure her robe was covering her body.
"Asami… I…" the firebender was at a loss of words as he was caught in the act.
"You went through my room," the heiress started, "and read my private letters from General Iroh?"
"Well… yes. But I just saw the envelope sticking out from under the mirror…. I thought it was weird…"
"So because you found it in a secret spot you thought it was okay to open it up and its contents?" Asami started to raise her voice now.
"I'm sorry… I couldn't help myself," Mako frowned, the guilt washing over him now.
"Leave," she commanded. Mako shook his head slowly.
"We've been over this already," he tried to say calmly.
"Get out of my house right now or I'll go straight to Chief Beifong with this," the heiress stated authoritatively. " I'm sure this is a violation of some form of protocol." Mako looked his ex-girlfriend straight in the eyes.
"Asami, please," he returned. "I'm not allowed to leave your house until seven." She shook her head and thought for a moment.
"Well then get the fuck out of my room," she said through gritted teeth. Mako took a deep breath and gathered himself for a moment. Then he stood up.
"I'll be in the dining room," he said sternly before turning and leaving her room. Asami entered her closet and tried to focus her attention on deciding what to wear to lunch rather than how Mako had just completely violated her privacy and read the letters Iroh wrote, that were meant for her eyes only. No one else had ever read them. Until now.
Eventually, she chose an outfit and put it on. She sat in her room for a long time before deciding to go downstairs and go out to lunch with her least favorite person in the city.
Author's note: BAM! This is probably going to be the quickest update I've ever had ever! It was mostly done last night, but I knew I was going to want to polish it up a little so I finished it up today.
Anyways, I was getting tired of the slow-moving timeline and decided I was going to pick up the pace of the story a little bit. Also, how is this chapter 11? I can't believe this has turned into one of those stories that looks really intimidating for first time readers... why do I have so much to say about everything?
It's almost impossible for me to imagine Asami having any conflict with Iroh at this point in the storyline so I figured we could give Mako the limelight a little bit. I'm pretty sure I'm Asami sexual because I could write smut involving any character and Asami and would probably love it. She is too sexy for her own good. Also I don't really like Makorra but I'm trying not to mess with it because it's canon and as much as I'd love for Borra to happen I'm not gunna have Korra be that homewrecker who leaves her boyfriend of 3 years for his younger brother. So. There. But I hope you guys enjoyed the Masami smut. Damnit they are a good looking couple (but not as good as Irosami).
Anyways, thanks for continuing to read and review! I appreciate all the favorites and follows :D
