A/N: NSFW? It's pretty suggestive.
Mask.
They've come a long way.
Mai does remember her first time, and her second, and third, by the fifth she stopped counting and now if you ask her for an estimate number she would be guessing.
She's good at calculations.
But when they're alone she doesn't worry about anything else; it might sound primal, it might sound irrational, it might sound like everything she's not, (even if she's much more than what she seems at first glance, but most people don't see past first glance when it comes to her; Azula didn't).
She's learned to embrace that weakness of her.
(but to what extent she considers it a weakness if she likes it so much?)
She drops one mask for another.
(She plays dumb; "I don't know what you mean, Zuko, you know I'm not that good at geography, maybe you could show me where after the meeting." Her breath hot against his neck and her hand is touching his leg).
She drops her mask altogether.
(Vulnerable; other than her mother, the only person who has seen that big scar she made in her leg when she was learning how strap her knives onto her body was him. He's the only who has the privilege to see her at her worst, according to mother, there's no room for failure.)
She grabs his face and stares deep into his eyes. She wants to make him scream.
She's on her knees.
He's on her knees.
They're together.
(Inside out. Inside out. Inside out. Repeat.)
Let it all hang out.
His hair is wet and there's sweat dripping down his back.
She pulls her arm around his body and pushes him back to the mattress.
She kisses his shoulder.
She can't hide what she's feeling. She doesn't want to.