With someone like Mako, Asami had learned to be creative.
It was a lot more difficult than just finding him after a match and telling him they should go celebrate. For starters, there was an unspoken rule that they never go upstairs - or if they did, they didn't stay there.
At first she hadn't really understood it, but she was an only child and she certainly had never had a sibling to protect. That it extended to even something like that was endearing.
It was also equal parts frustrating because going back to her place was also usually not high on his list of things to do.
When she showed up with some boxes of take-out from their favorite little place on Yue Bay, she had to hope he'd make an exception. There was no ulterior motive, no hope to circumvent the rules. She wasn't trying to push the envelope or test his boundaries.
She just wanted to spend some time with her boyfriend. That wasn't so terrible, was it?
But when those first choice kisses turned to something a little heaver, heated, she couldn't complain.
Whether it was the excitement of his victory in the arena, or the thrill of making an exception to that one little rule, she wasn't sure. But there was something about the way he embraced her, about how hungrily he kissed her, with the subtle hint of spice on his tongue from the roast duck and the flavor of danger to counter. In almost record time he had her bare and breathless beneath him, a dizzying and delicious onslaught of touch and taste that turned her weak in the knees and wanting.
Satisfaction came in a sharp vivid burst of pleasure that he panted across her collarbone and whispered in her hair. It was almost better for how quickly it exploded, because then they both got to bask in the languid aftermath.
Shadowed smiles. Soft laughter. And the click of chopsticks as she playfully begged him to try some of the noodles just for her, even though they weren't his favorite.
She almost forgot all about that unspoken rule until—
"Hey, did Asami bring food? She's the greatest—"
No one said a word. It was like the world froze for a second, the way Bolin's mouth hung open and the key components of the scene came into focus.
Her clothing scattered on the floor - including the lace panties slung carelessly against the windowsill. The way one slender thigh peeked out over the edge of Mako's bed. That she was wearingnothing against those sheets but a tousled mane of hair and his brother's arm around her waist.
Everyone in the room matched. Crimson faces, silence. She finally dared to break it, swallowing hard before she managed to point toward the last box of food perched on the table where it had been discarded. "There's still some duck…"
Needless to say, they could never mention the words 'take out' again without someone turning a charming shade of red.