Title: Dirty Little Secret
Author: SplishySplash
Genre: Smut/Romance
Pairing: MAKORRA
Rating: M, though this chapter is a bit mellow. I bet you all don't want me to go into Masami details
Disclaimer: I own the plot and the song Dirty Little Secret by All American Rejects
Summary: Mako has a dirty little secret.
Much to Mako's displeasure, the sponsors dinner was more of a gala.
He had to shake hands with people who were so rich that they didn't even know that one could grow up on the streets and turn out to be a well-respected probender. He only knew the people by reputation and they gawked at him to the point of rich, hero worshipping.
With Asami glued to his side for the past hour, he was starting to feel suffocated. That is until he saw his brother and Korra surrounded by just as many people. Mako watched Korra with a critical eye, she wore her hair down in curls save for a traditional water tribe hair loops and a sky blue dress. It had a high collar and the neck line sunk low in a kimono style, leaving little to the imagination, well his imagination.
She laughed and threw her head back and then he saw it. Her neck was littered with love bites, hidden under a layer of makeup. He chuckled as she flipped her hair back against her neck as if she was self- conscious. It was as if she could feel his eyes on her and she looked up at him with one of her bright smile and a wink of her eye that made his heart flutter like a prepubescent girl. ". . . I accidently hit him with my scooter, isn't that right Honey?" Asami asked, bringing him back to reality.
"What? Sorry, I was distracted." Mako said, blushing slightly. The group that surrounded them chuckled and then dispersed, leaving a not-so-happy Asami.
She looked him over with a frown. "What is up with you tonight? You seem miles away." She asked, trying to hide her annoyance, but wasn't doing a good job at it. He knew she would be more annoyed to know the dirty thoughts that flashed through his mind and downright angry to know that they weren't about her.
He sighed. "I'm sorry, I've just got a lot on my mind tonight." He answered, straightening his posture.
Asami pouted her lips and brushed her hand against his face. "Okay." She said, looking him over for something wrong. "Sometimes I worry about you."
Mako tried to brush it off. "I will be okay, you don't have to worry about me." He answered modestly with a fake smile. "I'm going to grab something to drink."
She patted him on the arm and finally they were unhooked from the hip. He grabbed three flutes of champagne and broke into the circle that surrounded the rest of his teammates. Bolin smiled brightly accepting the drink. "Mako!" He said with enthusiasm.
He handed Korra the flute completely neutral. "What happened to your date with the tea shop girl?" Mako asked, taking a sip of the champagne.
Bolin frowned. "I got stopped by Asami on my way out of the arena and she told me that this shin-dig was mandatory." He answered and downed his glass. Mako looked at Korra with a raised brow, silently asking how she got caught, but then he froze for a second. By caught, he meant, invited to the dinner.
"Mr. Sato graced me with his presence on my way to the air temple, I tried to explain to him that I had nothing to wear so he provided me with this dress." She said taking a step back so that he could admire it. "What do you think?"
Korra was baiting him, turning her head enough for him to see the love bite that couldn't be hidden by anything. "It's . . . nice." He said cautiously, chickening out when he saw Asami watching him from across the room. "You look nice."
"Thank you, you look dashing as usual." She said, she always was the braver one, the icing on the cake was when she reached out and adjusted his scarf around his neck. It was as if the room stopped moving as he watched her nimble fingers move over his scarf. "But I think my time here is over, I need to get back to the air temple before Tenzin sends the badger hounds after me."
Bolin deflated a little bit and Mako took it as a 'come hither.' "That's not fair, you are totally ditching us." He complained, that is until he saw a gaggle of women enter the room. "On second thought, have a good night."
"I guess I will walk you home then." Mako offered, holding his arm out for her to grab. Of course she was dramatic at that and looped her arm through his. As they neared the door, Asami called his name.
She gave him a funny look, but chose to ignore it. "Are you leaving already? I thought. . ." She started before he interrupted her.
Mako's smile softened. "I am just going to walk Korra home." He said simply. "I'll be back." He was only coming back because he had a responsibility to Asami and the sponsors who threw money into their little probending team.
Korra pulled away slightly. "I am perfectly able to walk by myself, Mako." She said with a polite smile to Asami. Mako was impressed by her game face, he had been sweating it all night and yet Korra was cool as only a water bender could be, either that or his power of observation had been severely thrown off by their earlier activities.
His gaze hardened on her. "It's for my own sanity. I don't want the best water bender in probending history to run into trouble, especially with chi benders all over the place." He said, it wasn't completely a lie. He was more concerned for her wellbeing as a friend and not a bender, a new lover and not the Avatar almost to guarantee that their little secret would continue.
Asami practically melted. "You are so sweet." She said, pressing her lips to his cheek and to an untrained eye Korra smiled, but to Mako, she was sizing her up. Asami was taller and curvier than Korra, whose lean muscles could not be hidden by the kimono dress. Korra's invisible glare was directed at her as if she was a third wheel between the benders, but the Avatar remained still. "We can't lose her if we want to win the championship. Have a good night, Korra." On Asami's side, there was nothing but respect.
They walked out the door in silence before Korra spoke again. "Jeez, I didn't know I meant so much to you." She said and he looked at her surprised as if finding the right words to say. Her smile lit up the night. "I am just kidding, Mako. Lighten up."
After a few moments of silence he spoke up. "You know you mean the world to me right?" He asked, stopping to get his point across.
She stopped and looked up at him. "Of course, Mako." She answered, leaning up to press her lips to his cheek. "And you mean the universe to me. I'm the Avatar, I can say that."
When she was back on her own two feet she shivered slightly and he took off his scarf, wrapping it around her shoulders like a shawl. "Better?" He asked.
Korra nodded with a smile as they continued their journey to the air temple and at some point her small fingers threaded with his own. She shared stories about all of the fancy parties she had been forced to attend because of her title and when she was younger, she obviously didn't fancy the society thing.
He shared about the time when he was younger, sneaking into a fancy party to steal food. Bolin had fallen asleep and Mako put him in a closet while he stole some food for them, when he had returned his younger brother had disappeared. "When I found him, he was surrounded by rich people putting on some sort of rock show and people were giving him money." He said and Korra was laughing loudly. "We then got caught by the old security guard and got chased out. We didn't get any food, but we ended up with a thousand yuans."
She laughed before she frowned, realizing that they were standing in front of the Air Temple. "You are a good man, Mako." She said somberly before standing on her tip toes and pressing a slight kiss to his lips. "Thank you for walking me home."
"Anytime Korra." He said kissing her again, this time with more passion. His tongue found hers and duel for dominance began, his hands pinning her to him so that the kiss wasn't cut short. He was getting addicted to kissing her and he surely didn't want to go back to the party, because this was exponentially more fun.
She broke it off after a few moments. "You better get back." She whispered with a hand on his cheek. "I will see you tomorrow."
"Good night." He said heavily as he watched her walk inside the large doors. With his hands in his pockets, he walked back to the dinner party slowly. He decided to take the long way through the park, instead of around it trying to clear his mind.
When he walked back inside, he immediately found Asami who greeted him with a smile. She kissed him on the lips as he sat down next to her. He played his role and chatted with people who approached him for what seemed like hours, it was incredibly dull being rich he concluded.
Bolin had wandered off with some girl and he was seemingly alone. "Did you want to come home with me tonight?" Offered Asami with a smile, he felt bad because he had not given her his attention and so he nodded following her to her house.
Her kisses, though nice, were not the same as a certain water/earth/fire bender that had just kissed him a few hours ago. Mako went through the motions, very aware that he was with Asami and not Korra and the difference was night and day. Even though that this wasn't his first time with the Sato heiress, he found her love making to be rather dull and repetitive, making him do the majority of the work and probably the worst part is that he hadn't realized it until now.
She took each thrust, but did not return it and whimpered against him. Asami cried out his name, but it wasn't the deep richness of the Avatar. After what had seemed like hours, his body finally gave up and he collapsed on top of her. He didn't stay there long, only to roll off of her and look up at the ceiling. After a long silence, Asami rolled on to her side, looking at him as she drew lines on his chest. "Are you feeling alright, Mako?" She asked.
"I'm fine." He sighed deeply and pressed his lips to her forehead. "I just have a lot on my mind right now." He said, it wasn't completely a lie.
Asami sat up and looked at him. "Anything you want to talk about?" She asked sweetly, her finger traced the love bite that was just under his shirt line from earlier. "I didn't mean to mark you."
He shook his head and shrugged his shoulder, it wasn't like he could tell her that it was a fading one from Korra. "It's okay." He started. "And I will be fine once the finals are over." He said and closed his eyes, he could feel her tuck herself next to him and soon fell asleep.
He couldn't sleep, he wondered if Korra was in the same sleepless boat as he was.
Mako concluded on thing for sure, what the hell was wrong with him? He had his girlfriend, who was a great person, she was polite and took into consideration of what he wanted. And was helping his team reach their dreams of the finals, he owed her so much. But then there was Korra, she was impulsive and a pain in his ass. She was fiery and submissive when she wanted to be, yet she always found ways to get what she wanted.
His palm found his face, what did he want?
Little did Mako know, miles away on Air Temple Island slept a very peaceful Avatar with a thick red scarf held tightly in her hands with a soft smile on her lips.