Chapter Three

"Mako, may I please speak with you in private?"

Curious, Mako followed Lin into her office. She gestured for him to take a seat and he complied. Briskly, she moved to sit in her chair behind her desk. She clasped her hands together. Usually stern, Mako was surprised to see a rare display of concern on her no-nonsense and scarred features.

"Some comrades have noticed you frequenting a... particular club about thrice this past week. Is there anything you'd like to say about that?"

Mako's heart dropped, and he did his best to not blush at both the statement and following question. It took a few moments, but he found his voice after the awkward silence. "Since... when did it matter what I do off the job?" He asked slowly.

An uneasy grin spread across Lin's lips. "It doesn't. I was just concerned about you, that is all, Mako. You are one of the best detectives in this unit. I would hate to see you make any... mistakes." She coughed softly after her declaration and cleared her throat. She stood and pointed to the door. "I apologize if I'd come off as intrusive, but I was genuinely concerned for your well-being, Mako. Ever since..." She paused before shaking her head. "You know, never mind. Return to your work."

He left Lin's office irritated and confused. Why would anyone report his late night excursions that surely wouldn't affect his job? It wasn't like he was doing anything illegal on the side. That was not Mako at all. He was the very definition of a hero, and often did his best to keep the citizens of Republic City safe.

He grabbed his pen as he pulled the stack of papers in front of him. He didn't think that becoming a detective would require this much paper work, but when there weren't much investigations going on, except for the usual misdemeanors, you get stuck with the paperwork. He tapped his pen on his desk, unable to focus. He was still irritated that his privacy was invaded. Who would be watching him, and what was even the point? Bolin would never do anything like that, and he hadn't really spoken with Asami since...

He rubbed his forehead, telling him to forget about everything for now. He didn't want to age premature by stressing over the matter.

Mako began twirling his pen between his fingers when one of his comrades stuck his head in his office. "Detective Mako?"

"Yeah?"

"You have a visitor out front."

He frowned, wondering whom it could possibly be. Bolin normally barged in. He couldn't think of anyone else, and if it was Asami, well... speak of the devil. He nodded his thanks and got up, deciding to see for himself who would visit him at this time.

When he reached the reception area, he found a petite woman standing within view. At first, he didn't recognize her until she turned her head to peer over her shoulder. Mako stopped in tracks when he saw . She was wearing... clothes. Simply, ordinary clothes. Her dress was red and knee-length, with a high oriental collar. Matching red sandals adorned her feet. Her long dyed blond hair was pulled back in a braid down her back. She looked so normal, yet still strongly exotic because of her golden skin and golden eyes.

"...Hey." He said as he stood about a foot away. She turned around to face him with a warm smile.

"Hey." She echoed and waved to him with a small black purse in hand. They stood there for a few moments smiling at each other. The receptionist cleared her throat, and Mako snapped out of his trance with a blush.

"Oh, right. I'll show you the way to my, um, office." He turned on his heels and led the way. He ignored the looks from his other comrades, and could sense their eyes following them. He held the door opened for her, and then shut it as soon as they were both inside.

"Does it have a lock?" She asked as she stood by the chair.

"Yes."

"Can you turn it? I'd rather not have someone barge in while we talk."

He did so, his curiosity burning a hole through his head.

"What is it can I hel-" the rest of his words were immediately engulfed by her lips on his mouth. She pressed him against the wall, kissing and pushing her body against his. Mako's immediate response was to wrap his arms around her waist and lift her up so that she was on the tip of her toes. Their lips melded and meshed, tongue sliding in and out that he couldn't stop himself from groaning. He was breathless when she drew herself away, her delicate hands dropping her purse, so that she could undo the buttons of his coat. He leaned down to kiss her as he assisted by shrugging his shoulders. The sleeves bunched up because of the bulk of his arms, but they managed to discard his coat so that he was just in his white undershirt.

She ran her hands up and down his arms as they kissed, his own reaching around her to fumble with her zipper. He dragged it down from her collar until it ended at the mid of her back. That fabric fell apart in the middle, exposing flesh. He groaned again as she slipped her hands beneath his shirt to run her nails along his abs.

"Gods," he whispered against her mouth.

"That's not my name," she said and he laughed. Soon she had him pushed into his chair. He didn't know how they wandered from the wall and around the desk, but they did. "Take me from behind." She demanded breathlessly. They'd managed to keep their voices hushed as they fumbled with each others clothes. He could only nod at her request as she tugged down his pants and boxers, finally freeing his length. He watched her pull her skirt up as she bent over his desk. He could see everything, her fine curves, and the delicate moist petals intimately exposed since she wore no underwear.

He stared in awe and surprise that this was really happening in his office. They'd gotten so close at the club, but he'd always been too reluctant. It wasn't that he was shy – it just didn't feel right to take her at the club. Nor did it seemed right to take her now, in his office. She was waiting, lids heavy and lips parting with anticipation. It was the face he'd been wanting to see. But he was still getting to know her. He'd revealed so much about him, but he knew little about her life predating the club.

"No..." He said, "I'll do this instead." He hadn't had breakfast, so he figured he'd do something else instead of 'taking her from behind,' like she'd asked. He fixed his pants and shifted his length into a comfortable place in his boxers. He then leaned over to kiss between her shoulder blades. She arched and writhed when he swirled his tongue against her sensitive flesh. She was doing her best to contain her moans as he licked down her spine while gripping her hips.

He was relishing every second his touch excited her nerves. She twitched and moaned, keeping as quiet as she could as he kneaded her backside and then lowered himself to his knees. He was staring right into her glistening folds, with delicately trimmed hairs. He ran his tongue over his lips and grabbed her inner thighs to spread them farther apart, so that she opened for him like a tiny mouth parting for a breath. He wanted to say something profoundly sensual, but he was afraid of ruining the mood. Instead, he dove in. He pushed her hips upward slightly as he licked along her slit. She quivered and he continued his oral administrations. His tongue took long measured flicks back and forth, before he angled his head and pressed his mouth against her nether lips as if they were her lips above. He kissed her passionately with tongue and the light grazing of his teeth.

Tola shuddered and gyrated against him. He continued his feast, this time delving deeper until he was able to suck in her swollen bud. She gasped and started desperately moving her hips back and forth. He could sense her coming, feel the tension as her nectar thickened. He continued lapping it up and paying close attention to her sensitive bud. Then he freed himself from her netherlips and grasped her hard with his hand until she quivered and collapsed all over his palm. Her nectar ran hot along the palm of his hand and he didn't release her, instead he plunged two fingers in and she buckled against his desk with her mouth parted in a silent scream.

He grunted when her inner walls tightened and squeezed around his fingers. Slowly, he unsheathed them and sucked off the nectar that coated his digits. He watched her, still bent over his desk, panting. As he tasted her, he felt something grow within him. An addiction.

An addiction to her.

"I didn't expect you to visit me at all." Mako remembered sharing with her what he did for a living. He was a detective, and he joked about her never having to worry. She spoke about visiting him one of these days, but he didn't take her word for it. He may be turning into a regular customer of hers, but he wasn't certain about their 'relationship' progressing outside of the private room at Heaven's Castle. Her visit, although a surprise, had turned out to be a liberating experience. He was both afraid and excited of potentially getting caught.

"I told you that I would." Tola said with a smile. She was seated across from him at one of his favorite restaurants. She had straightened up very well, but there was no hiding the flushed look on her golden visage. She was practically glowing after their little... talk in his office.

He propped his elbows on the table and leaned toward her. "I'm glad. It's really nice to see you... outside of work, that is."

Her coy smile turned bashful at that. "I do have a life outside the castle, you know." She teased, "and it's nice to be out instead of at home, wondering what I should be doing if not working."

"I know the feeling."

Mako was quiet after that He decided to just... watch her. In a short span of time, his fascination had grown into wonder. He hadn't known how soft the skin between her legs would be and how sweet she'd taste. He'd grown more bold and assertive in his advances, instead of hesitant. He'd messed around with Asami in the past, but this was different. Tola's presence had woken up something within him. He wasn't sure if it was a good, or bad thing, but his days felt more fulfilled when he got to see her dance, or talk to her.

Their food arrived and they dug in quietly.

"So, Tola..." He began after setting his chopsticks down. "I was wondering if this would count as a date."

She blinked and stared at him. A sesame ball was held up to her mouth, but not yet reaching its intended destination. The sight was far too endearing, and he wanted to smother her with a kiss. He swallowed as he retracted those feelings. It was starting to scare him.

"I don't know, Mako. What do people on dates usually do?" She set the sesame ball on the curve of her lower lip before pushing it in. He watched the display a little too closely. The less than subtle action sent a jolt down below. Her lips curled in the corner in a Cheshire like grin, indicating that she'd noticed him staring.

Mako cleared his throat immediately, "well..." He tugged lightly at his scarf as he averted his gaze, his cheeks reddening at the sound of her giggles. "As much as I enjoy doing... those things with you... People on dates tend to go out to the movies, dinner, or a walk or something." As he shared his answer, he realized that he was spilling past experiences.

"Aren't we out right now... and eating?" Tola said slowly, an eyebrow raised.

He grin sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Do you like me, Mako?"

He didn't hesitate. "Yeah, I do."

"Good," she said and leaned over toward him. She licked a smudge of red bean paste from the corner of her lips before whispering, "I like you, too."