Korra stumbled through the front door, giggling like a school girl. She was drunk, that part was obvious, but her eyes told a different story. Her pupils were dilated, a tiny thin layer of blue barely visible.

"Mako? You home?"

There was no reply, but she could hear the faint whistling sound coming from the bedroom. Mako only whistled when he was in a good mood. Korra grinned mischievously as she made her way down the hall. She had already started shedding items of clothing along the way.

When she entered the room, the first thing she noticed was Mako in bed. Naked? The second thing she noticed was the way he was staring at her; like a deer caught in headlights. The third thing, however, and that stood out more, was the silky red dress at the foot of the bed.

As hazy as her mind was, it didn't take her long to figure it out.

"You cheating mother fucker!"

"Korra, wait! Let me expla-"

"No! Fuck off out my apartment!"

Present...

Having spent almost an entire day with each other, Korra and Asami were practically inseparable. For Korra, it was good to have someone that didn't know anything about her past, and for Asami, well..let's just say she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Her thoughts on the other hand were becoming a problem.

"I still find this weird. We only just met but it feels like it's been longer."

"Heh, well that's how the best kind of friendships start isn't it?"

Asami smiled softly and enjoyed the walk through the park, sharing stories of their childhoods. Hearing about all the trouble Korra and the brothers got up to in their youths, or Asami's interest in cars and how much test driving she did for her father's company.

Something was off though, the heiress could tell. Every time she asked about Korra's absence the past three years, or why Mako and Bolin had never mentioned her, the southerner would quickly change the subject or pretend she didn't hear her. She wasn't one to pry, and it wasn't her business to know.

"..Hullo-Earth to 'Sami. You in there?"

"Huh? What? Sorry I was lost in thought. What did you say?"

"I said; I thought you had somewhere to be in twenty minutes."

"Shoot. I almost forgot."

Almost?

Korra smirked at her as she frantically searched through her phone, pressing "call" then turning the other way. Korra took this opportunity to take in every detail of the older woman. The way her outfit was a snug fit to her tall, slender frame. She shook her head, trying to dispel any inappropriate thoughts.

Sorry brain, but not this time.

"..actually..I'm with her now." Asami faced Korra, who raised a questioning brow, but still had that cute little smirk that made her panties damp. "We met at Narook's-Yeah, it was purely coincidence. Uh, sure.." Asami handed the phone to Korra, who took it apprehensively.

"Hello? Oh it's you."

Asami noticed the irritable tone in Korra's voice and stifled a giggle when the younger girl acted out, with two fingers, a gun to her head.

"I was tired yesterday-Well, I don't have to tell you about every little thing I get up to."

At hearing this, Asami knew the conversation wasn't a pleasant one. I'll have to get it out of him later.

"Fine. Here."

Korra handed the phone back and crossed her arms.

"Hey-Um..sure. See you soon? Bye."

"So that's where you needed to be," Korra looked up and Asami swore she saw panic in her eyes. "With him."

"I thought you two were friends?"

"We are, but he thinks he needs to baby me all the time. It really gets on my nerves."

"I see. How about I drop you home? It's getting cold out and I couldn't let my savior walk home."

"Yeah..thanks."

::

"Ok, spill it."

"Spill what?"

"Don't act dumb. Korra. Why did I not know about her and why do I get the feeling you're hiding something?"

Mako sighed in defeat. He had made some pretty big mistakes in his life, but he was a changed man now and it was time to take responsibility for his actions, regardless of the consequences.

"The night we met-at that concert. Korra and I..we were still together."

It was like a light bulb going off in the engineer's mind. Her thought process was shock, then revelation, then a mix of anger, hurt and humiliation, but nothing more so than guilt. Guilt because she knew exactly what he was trying to tell her.

"You son of a bitch!"

Mako flinched at her words, but he wouldn't back down. He deserved it. What an asshole.

"That night..you said I had to go because your flatmate had a rule that no guests were allowed to stay over, but it was just a fucking lie. You realize what you did? You made me out to be the other woman! You used me and I unknowingly participated."

"Asami, please. I was a stupid, stupid, kid back then. If I could go back and change what happened I would-"

"Don't give me that crap! What am I suppose to do now? How will I ever look at Korra knowing that? Why-why did you tell me?"

Mako felt his stomach drop as tears brimmed at the edges of Asami's eyes. Before he could mutter another apology, he suddenly felt a hand connect with his right cheek.

"I know why. You knew there was a possible chance of us two meeting so you wanted to make sure that I wouldn't accidentally tell Korra, of how we met. Well you know what? You can just go fuck yourself."

With that, Asami stormed out, leaving Mako with a swollen cheek and a bruised ego.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

::

The next day, after a good night's rest, Korra was walking along a sidewalk down a residential area of the city. It was the kind of place she hated being in. Fancy homes. Fancy cars. Snobby assholes. She looked at the piece of paper in her hand, then at the number on the letterbox in front of her.

Here goes nothing.

After knocking a few times, Korra took a step back and waited. When the door opened, it wasn't who she was expecting.

"Hi, I'm looking for Bolin?"

"Who, may I ask is asking?"

"Korra. We're old-" she was interrupted with the door slamming shut in her face. "Friends."

What the fuck?

(A/N) Well, Mako sure is in deep shit. Thanks for reading guys. Have a good evening.