A/N: I always have so much fun writing these two together.

What Did You Do To Me, Woman?

The second time Tahno meets Asami, he can barely remember what happened during their first meeting. He's in his bathroom, bowing to the porcelain god and retching out his insides. Well, at least he thinks he's in his bathroom. On second thought, maybe this isn't his bathroom. He doesn't recall it ever being this big and sparkly. It's hard for him to tell when the room keeps spinning. Before he can ruminate any further, his body violently convulses and it's all he can do to get his head back over the toilet as he resumes puking up the contents of his stomach.

"Did you have fun last night?"

It's her. His memories of meeting Asami last night are a bit fuzzy, but he does remember being jealous of her hair flip, liking the sound of her laugh, and downing one too many Lion-Turtle Divers.

The mere thought of the alcoholic drink sparks another bout of convulsive retching. It feels like his brain's being crushed by an invisible vice and he swears that someone's bending the water right out of his organs. He can't help but lash out and blame his suffering on someone.

"What did you do to me, woman?"

She instantly bursts into laughter. The fact that she's having fun at his expense annoys him, but he finds the melodic sound of her laughing voice strangely soothing. Normally he'd retort with some snide, witty remark, but the pain in his body reduces him to whining like an 8-year-old boy.

"It's not funny, I've been poisoned!"

"If you're talking about alcohol poisoning then, technically, you're correct."

He levels her with a despondent look. What he doesn't understand is how she's not in the exact same predicament he is. He could've sworn that she polished off at least five of those Lion-Turtle Divers last night. That's normally enough to put most grown men out of commission for a couple of days. Instead here she is, looking fresh as a daisy, not a single hair out of place. She just poses elegantly by the bathroom doorframe, with her long black wavy hair, her emerald green eyes, her spotless porcelain skin, and her enticingly upturned blood-red lips. She mocks him with her perfectness.

"How are you even existing right now?" he groans at her.

He thinks she has absolutely no right looking as good as she does at this moment.

"A girl never spills her secrets," she grins, "unlike some waterbenders I know."

"Ugghhh . . ."

"Alright champ," she laughs, "I'm leaving some food, water, and a new change clothes right here in the bedroom."

He glances back and sees that the bathroom's connected to a large suite of some sort. Then he realizes he's wearing nothing but a bathrobe.

"You took off my clothes?"

"I burned them."

"You what?"

"Believe me, you wouldn't want them back. By the time we got home they were highly combustible," she wrinkles her nose in disgust, ". . . and smelly."

He doesn't even want to know what happened. Not only did he make a mess of himself in front of this girl, but now he has no clothes? He's seriously got to salvage some of his dignity here.

He meets her eyes and puts on the best lecherous grin he can muster.

"Well, I guess you just couldn't keep your hands off me then."

"Oh, I didn't take your clothes off," she responds, "Bolo over here did."

All of a sudden a big, burly, bald man with a butler's outfit appears in the doorway behind her. Tahno thinks he's seen this guy in an earth rumble competition somewhere.

He looks down and notices that Bolo's hands look kind of . . . meaty. When he looks back up, he accidentally meets Bolo's gaze. Tahno's lecherous expression slowly slips off his face.

Bolo sends him a flirty wink. Tahno blanches and promptly resumes throwing up in the toilet.

He can hear Asami holding back a giggle, but doesn't see the wink and the 20 Yuan bill she slips her butler.

"Meet me in the garage when you're feeling better, okay?" she says.

Tahno doesn't even bother lifting his head out of the toilet. He just waves one of his hands above his head in confirmation before Asami walks out of the room gives Bolo a sly high five.

Tahno thinks that Asami's "garage" looks more like an airship hangar. As he looks at the imposing structure from the outside, he can't miss the unmistakable Future Industries logo emblazoned across the facade. If there was any doubt that he'd just spent the night getting plastered with Asami Sato, the daughter of the single most successful industrialist in Republic City, there's none now. He'd pretty much figured it out anyway after the second time he got lost trying to find his way out of the mansion and into the so-called "garage."

As he walks through the huge open doors, he thinks he sees the girl he's looking for. Or part of her, at least. She's angled away from him, bending over the engine of a Satomobile she's tinkering with. Although the machine's hood obscures the top half of her body from his view, it doesn't stop him from admiring the parts of her that he can see. Despite the fact that her pants aren't the most form fitting, they still manage to hug her curves and long legs just enough for him to stare appreciatively. He quietly pads closer to her, enjoying the view the whole way.

"Get a good look?"

He's startled by her voice and quickly looks up. Her bright eyes stare back at him through a small mirror mounted underneath the car's hood. Tahno grins right back at her. This girl is damn near impossible to sneak up on.

"I got a pretty good one, actually," he says, attempting to bait her.

She extricates herself from the engine bay and turns to face him. She's got the same devilish grin from the night before back on her face, accepting his challenge.

"I'm sure it's not nearly as good as the look Bolo got of you last night."

"You jealous?"

"Yeah," she sighs dramatically, "but I'd never get in the way of Bolo's love for you."

Tahno cringes inwardly at the thought of Mr. Meaty-Hands, but manages to keep his cocky facade from breaking. He's determined to roll with the punches.

"There's plenty of me to go around," he retorts.

"Bolo says otherwise."

Tahno shakes his head, begrudgingly admiring his opponent's ability to play dirty.

"You know," he fires back, "second-hand knowledge is often unreliable."

"I doubt so in this case," she shoots him a winning grin, "Bolo's a very thorough guy."

As if summoned by her words, the butler in question enters the "garage" and approaches Asami, giving Tahno a reprieve from their verbal jousting.

"Miss Sato," Bolo says in a refined voice that takes Tahno by surprise, "I am here to remind you that your father is expecting you at the new test track within the next hour."

"Thanks for reminding me Bolo," she says warmly, "I'll be leaving soon."

"Very well miss."

Bolo gives her a slight bow. He then sends Tahno a lascivious look before turning to leave.

This time, Tahno can't repress a creeped-out shiver.

Asami lets out an amused snort and decides to keep pressing the attack.

"See? I told you that man was thorough."

Thoroughly creepy, thinks Tahno. He racks his brain thinking of a comeback to her latest remark. He's befuddled over how Asami's had him on his heels ever since this morning. How in the world is he being out-snarked by some teen-aged rich girl? Stupid Lion-Turtle Divers.

Before he can formulate a retort, Asami leaves his side and strolls over to a fire-red Satocycle that's parked nearby. The machine looks sleek and powerful, designed solely for speed. She grabs the handlebars and swings one of her long legs over the bike before settling into the rider's seat.

Tahno sends her a questioning glance.

"You heard the man," she says, "I gotta get going."

"You just gonna cut out and run?" he taunts, "I thought we were just gettin' started. Don't tell me you're afraid of a little dirty-talk."

"Please," she dismissively huffs in response, "I was just letting you hold on to the remainder of your dignity. But since you're such a glutton for punishment, why don't you hop on board?"

Asami pats the passenger seat of the Satocycle, daring him to sit behind her. Never one to back down from a challenge, Tahno shrugs and walks toward the bike. She pulls a racing helmet over her head and a pair of goggles over her eyes. She then tosses him a helmet of his own. Tahno straps it on and takes his seat on the bike directly behind her. Sitting so close, he can't help but take in the sweet scent of her jet black hair with every breath. She smells of Jasmine, and he's intoxicated by it. He inhales once more, losing himself in her fragrance. His hands unconsciously find their way to her slim, toned waist.

Asami strikes the kick-starter and the bike's engine roars to life. The rumbling of the engine jolts Tahno out of his reverie and he suddenly remembers that he's the one supposed to be bedeviling her, not the other way around.

"I hope you know how to ride one of these things," he jabs over the noise.

Asami gazes behind her at Tahno, a knowing look on her face.

"I can do things on a Satocycle that you wouldn't believe."

"Then show me."

"The last time you said that," she counters, "you ended up getting molested by my butler."

"I'll take my chances," he says as he deliberately tightens his grip on her waist in a lecherous manner.

Asami revs the engine steadily and glances down at Tahno's hands, smiling wickedly.

"You better hold on tighter then."

"I always knew that you wanted my hands all over you," he says with a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

In response, Asami drops the clutch and the bike's rear wheel spins violently, ripping into the pavement. A split-second later, the bike rockets forward at an amazing speed while the wind whips violently past Tahno's head. Before he knows it, she pops the bike's front wheel into the air despite continuing to accelerate at an insane rate. He instinctively wraps his arms fully around her waist and hears a shrieking sound piercing the air. It isn't until he hears Asami's full-bodied laughter that he realizes the shrieking sound is coming from him.

Reviews and feedback are greatly appreciated!