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Once in his room, the General stripped himself of his Military coat. He grimaced at the tare in the now bloodied arm of the coat. It would have to be sewn until he could get back to the Fire Nation for a new sleeve. His breeches were in better condition, though they were sopping like the rest of his clothes. He took them off, hanging them over the chair to be air-dried along with his coat, boxers, and wife-beater. Walking to the dresser, Iroh took out new boxers and undershirt, placing them on the bed. The General made his way to his on suite bathroom. His reflection in the mirror was just as dreary as the coat. A small cut above his right eyebrow, which was almost hidden by his wet hair, oozed a small trickle of blood. The worn tired fingers combed through his hair, revealing the cut. His hand landed on the back of his neck and he stayed like that for several moments. The naked, muscular form stood in the mirror moving only to take in deep breaths.

Asa will be here soon. I should get this shower over with so I don't keep her waiting when she arrives. He sighed out loud, grudgingly moving into the tiled waterfall. The water felt great, that is until his arm began stinging. The General held it out of the shower, noting to himself that he would need to send someone to clean up the blood on the floor later.

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Major Ada had left Korra in the General's room. Both Korra and the Major were surprised he was not there, so Korra was told to wait for him until he returned from where ever he was. On the edge of boredom, she began to wonder about the room. The wall to the right of the door had a wooden dresser along it; the wood looked old yet held a certain class to it. The top of the dresser was home to several things; a photo of a happy family dressed in royal attire, an ancient looking compass, a small pile of letters, and a hairpiece. Korra reached her arm to the photo, careful not to disturb the other keepsakes.

Everyone in the photo wore the red tones of the Fire Nation along with bands of black and gold. Their porcelain skin glowing against the raven black hair that individuals had. An older man with a scar on the left side of his face sat in the largest chair, he had to be Firelord Zuko, while to his right sat a younger looking woman, her hair loosely hanging down her back, his daughter and only heir to the throne. Standing behind her was a young man who held a happy looking baby in his hands. Her eyes finally rested on the toddler who sat peacefully on the floor in front of the Firelord. She mentally awed at each aspect of the photo. She was almost jealous of the family. In the Southern Water Tribe, family photos were hard to come by because it was too cold to develop the film. To develop film, a family had to travel to the Earth Kingdom.

Korra heard the creak of a metal door and turned to the door that she had entered the room in. She was surprised to find the entrance unmoving and was startled to see a figure moving, back facing her, at the other end of the room. Iroh's raven black hair was weighted down by the warm water and would periodically drip down his muscular back, rolling to the curve of his ass. He was singing some song about the four seasons under his breath while he ran one of his hands through his hair, sprinkling drops of water. Korra's cheeks were on fire, almost as red as the General's Military coat.

Not aware of his admirer, the General turned showing all he had to offer. From his 'goods', muscular torso, and Princely face. Oh, and those passionate eyes… which happened to be wide in absolute horror as he stared at the water tribe maiden.

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"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" He stumbled back, hitting his leg on the bedside table as he snatched his towel from the bed. Quickly he covered himself though the embarrassment still lingered. Korra just stood their eyes wide, face pink, and still holding the family photo. "WELL?"

"M-major Ada-a said you need a healer to take c-care of, um, a few cuts. W-we knocked b-but no one answered. She told me to wait her until she found you." She looked away as she fumbled over her words.

"I do need a healer but I asked Major Tyro to send Asa down. Why do you have my family's picture in your hands?" His raspy voice was extremely sexy and powerful, even when there was a hint of anger in it. Iroh's tied the towel around his waist and marched towards her. Korra could not move, her eyes trained back to his wet chest. He took the gold frame from her hands and set it carefully back on the dresser.

"Asa was tired from all the work today so she sent me instead. I learned from Master Katara, I am just as good of a healer as Asa." He gazed at her a judging look, his eyes searching for something. "I was getting bored waiting for you and the photo caught my eyes-"

"And we just can't have the poor Avatar bored while waiting for someone else, can we?" His face never changed, still blank and staring through the insult. Korra narrowed her eyes. Turning on her heel, she stormed toward the door.

"Fine. I guess no one is going to be taking of you wound until tomorrow morning."

The General sighed, reaching out and taking hold on her upper arm. He pulled her back to her original spot so that she was face to face with his wet chest.

"Look, I am sorry. Let me just go put some pants on. I'll be right back. Grabbing a new pair of breeches and the boxers off the bed, he headed back to the bathroom. When he came back out, Korra had already laid out some supplies on the General's nightstand. She began walking past him and into the bathroom, a small bucket in hand.

"Go lay on the bed. I need to get some water."

Well someone wants to be bossy today, he thought though he would never admit it was kind of turned him on a bit. However, he still obeyed her command and stretched himself out on the bed. His upper half slightly inclined on the pillows. Korra returned soon enough with a full bucket in hand and sat on the chair she had brought over.

"This might sting a bit." Bending a small ball of water over and onto the gash. General Iroh hissed, only a bit? Yeah right. A smirk appeared on Korra's face causing Iroh to scowl a little.

"Are you pleased by my pain, Avatar?"

"Not at all." He scoffed at her lie. "There let me just wrap it. You should have it looked at every day for bandage changes, it's pretty deep." Korra layered the gash with gauze before wrapping a bandage around to hold them in place.

"I also have a small cut on my forehead, Doctor." He smirked at her and pushed his hair back to reveal the cut. Korra moved to sit on the side of the bed closer to his torso. She put her inner arm on the other side of the General to balance herself over the General as she leaned in. Iroh became aware just how close she was, her long hair brushing against his chest. With her face so close to his, he averted his eyes but to no avail. From the angle she was in, he was able to see some of her cleavage. A heat boiled inside him as his mind went back to the dream from the night before. His other hand clutched the silk sheets. Stay calm, Iroh. This cut is small, it won't take long and then she will leave. Hold on! This pep talk didn't last long. Korra looked at his hand, which was practically burning the sheets.

"Um, are you okay?" She looked back at him, his eyes dark yet the gold in them was blazing. Please don't let me regret this, he thought. The hand jumped from the sheets, grasping her ponytail and the back of her neck, bringing her lips to his.