A Third Fiction

The very next morning...

Bolin and Opal had already been up enjoying most of the morning to themselves, when a dishevelled Korra emerged from her bedroom just before midday. Her hair was a pulled apart in several places, her pyjama top crinkled and boxers were half tugged down on one side, revealing her bright blue underwear. Korra happily but quietly grabbed a plateful of bacon and eggs and pulled up a chair to their small, circular table opposite Bolin and Opal. They'd long since finished their meals, and were finishing off their teas. Korra was hardly ever one to delay digging into a meal and hardly ever spoke throughout it, completely consumed in her food. So naturally, she never noticed the suspiciously silent atmosphere that wade about the living room once she had made her appearance. While Bolin fiddled on his phone texting Mako, Opal had been watching Korra with a raised eyebrow the entire time. Never once removing her gaze, just patiently for the Southerner to finish her breakfast to help rid her of her hangover. Three large helpings and a coffee fix later, Korra gradually eased back into her chair softly patting her still pancake flat, abdominal 6 pack stomach when her attention was finally brought back into the present moment. The result of which, threw her off guard. 

"What?!" Korra asked immediately. Eyes wide, hands raised to display her innocence, preparing for the Opal-onslaught after meeting her only-Opal stare. 

"So, Korra... You got in pretty late last night huh." Opal asked leaning forward on her hands. As much as Opal denied it, she loved making everyone in her group nervous. Well, only those with juicy gossip to hide. 

"Not really? Honestly Opal, when are you going to believe us when we say that you and Bolin are like an old married couple? You practically left for bed before the sun was even down!" Bolin uttered a couple of protests, but his voice was completely overshadowed by Opal's insistence on depriving information from the girl. 

"Do you think that I care about that?! I want to know how your night with Kuvira went! Tell us everything!"

"Wait," Bolin interjected, "is this going to be like the time you told me about some crazy night you had with Asami and I couldn't even look at you two the same way for a whole month, or is this time different?" Poor Bolin. Always the innocent one in every single situation. 

"This time is different Bolin, because nothing happened with Kuvira!"

At that particular moment in time, as if designed by fate itself, Asami and Mako just happened to walk into the apartment.

"What about Kuvira?" Asami asked immediately. Truthfully, she wished she'd never asked. Images of last night suddenly replayed in her mind; leaving MacLaren's pissed off, seeing Kuvira drag Korra upstairs, assuming the worst and leaving with Mako, all the way up to waking up in Mako's bed this morning - it was all too... out of control for the engineer.

Opal gladly filled her in, "Korra is in denial. She claims nothing happened between her and Kuvira last night." 

"Because nothing did happen!"

"Nothing?" Asami asked as she tried to shrug off her jacket. Mako, noticing her slight struggle quickly rushed to her side and hung it up for her. Asami gave him a small, awkward smile in thanks, to which Mako smiled warmly at her. Asami was glad Korra hadn't noticed this interaction. However Korra wasn't the one Asami should've worried about, it was Opal. And unfortunately, that little interaction didn't go unnoticed by her. She knew right then and there, that something had happened between the two of them. Whether it was a discussion, an argument, anything - something had happened. And Opal made it her new mission (after prying details from Korra of course) to find out what that was. 

"Nothing!" Korra's voice began raising slightly.

"Not even a goodnight kiss?" Asami pushed on. She knew what she had seen last night. It was time to prove her suspicions true. 

"Well, okay there was that but--"

"See! I knew it! You two totally made out!" Opals attention had once again been placed unto Korra, much to her dismay. 

"Yeah we did, but--"

"And you came up here and sealed the deal huh?! Korra, you stud, you!" At this point, Opal was squealing. Bolin was trying to calm her down and give Korra a mental high five in one of their telepathic conversations at the same time. Mako was still fixated on Asami, who was fixated on Korra, who was questioning just what caused her to remain friends with this crazy group of people after all these years. 

"Look! Kuvira and I didn't have sex okay?!" Korra was practically shouting at this point. All eyes were on her now. Asami felt relieved, but terrible at the same time. She was relieved that Korra didn't end up doing the deed with her old rival, but felt terrible given the fact that she had been driven, out of pure jealousy, to spend the night with Mako in order to take her mind off of Korra. He was a quick and easy solution, and now he was a mistake. 

"Fuck." Asami had intended to utter it under her breath, but it had come out louder than expected. Now, all eyes were on her. And all eyes possessed relentless curiosity. 

Earlier that morning...

"Fuck." The words couldn't help but slip out once Asami noticed her surroundings; Off-grey painted walls, steel chrome coloured carpet, a walk in wardrobe containing layers upon layers of business suits, polo shirts and police uniforms. The sheets, cool, soft and silky in her hands. The bed still relatively flat, as if nobody had ever spent more than 8 hours on her side of the bed. 

This is Mako's room... That means... Oh no.

Yep, sure enough there was the man in question. Mako meister. Slowly stirring awake. The events of last night had worn them both out - Mako to the point of exhaustion. Asami had pounded him again, and again, and again in an attempt to distract herself from thinking about Korra. It had worked, but worked too well. She wasn't meant to stay the night. She was meant to do her business then get the hell out of there. That was one of the things she and Mako had in common; they weren't used to having other people share a bed with them. Korra was Asami's exception, given the number of years she'd spent in love with the girl, she would've gladly given a kidney even or another vital organ, if Korra had all but asked. With Mako however, he was not the relationship type. He'd only ever been in one once upon a time. He never spoke about it, but Bolin briefly mentioned it was a devastating heartbreak and betrayal that set Mako on the womanising course he walks today. Apparently despite how happy Mako was with this mystery woman, he was far happier now because he was in full control of his life and relationships. Girls came and go, but only stayed as long as he liked. And he'd never liked one enough to keep them around. The gang had once attempted to count the number of woman Mako had relations with, but lost count in the mid one hundred and forty mark. All they knew was that he was a late bloomer - losing his virginity when he was twenty three years old. It was six years later, and he'd definitely made up for lost time in the one hundred and forty something woman he'd since had sex with. And now, Asami was a contributing factor to that scarily yet admirably large tally. If they'd considered the number of times he'd had sex in total, rather than sole sexual partners, Asami would have contributed 10 more digits to that tally. Something she was more than happy to ignore.

Asami bolted upright and shot out of bed, startling Mako. Despite Asami's bewilderedness, Mako looked relatively calm and peaceful. "Morning" He said smugly as he slowly rolled out from under the sheets, still completely naked. The scenario only pained Asami even more. 

What was she thinking?! Going home with Mako! Stupid!

Asami grabbed the first thing in sight and threw it at Mako trying to get him to cover himself up. Unfortunately, it had happened to be Asami's underwear. Which Mako tugged teasingly toward her. Scowling, she snatched it from him and handed him the correct underwear. 

"Listen, last night. Never happened." She warned, throwing her shirt on and buttoning up her pants.

"It never happened... Or did it?" He was being painfully annoying this morning. More than his usual self. He seemed, almost happy with the events of last night. But that couldn't be true, could it? 

"Mako! I mean it. It never happened. Korra can never know about this. It would crush her."

"Okay, okay. No threesome with Korra then, got it." He winked in her direction. It only resulted in a burning slap to his left pec from the raven haired beauty.

"Jesus, Mako! It never happened. Okay?"

"Right, I'm sorry. It never happened."

"Good." And with that, Asami was out the door. 

"It never happened..." Mako wondered aloud once she was out of earshot. He was good at that. It was his forte. Most people wouldn't think so, given Mako's dedication to his job, but he had plenty of spare time and in that spare time, pursued woman. A lot of them. He was somewhat of a womanizer in their group. Relationships never suited him, because he could never commit. The temptations were too... Irresistible. Too hard to ignore. So why should he? But last night, had gone better than he had initially imagined. Most women he'd been with, lasted long, but never too long. He wasn't normally one to brag... Well maybe he was, but Mako could typically satisfy them after the first, second or third go. Third was for the truly adventurous ones. Asami had thrown him off guard. Three times wasn't enough for her. She kept going, and going and ravaging him over, and over again and begging him to satisfy her over and over again, that he feared he may have dislocated a joint. At one point, he did have to stop to do some limbo stretches to shake out a particularly odd position Asami had made him do. It hadn't been particularly good for him, but hearing Asami's high pitch moans and wails echo throughout his bedroom walls, definitely made it worth it. He could've relayed that moment over and over again and it would still have the same effect on him. It turned. Him. On. A. Lot. Admittedly Asami had been an object of his desires for a while, but for the longest time she'd always been Korra's. It was an unwritten rule between he and Korra, that Asami was off limits. But last night. Even though it technically "never happened" had been one of the best nights of his life so far. Not that he was developing feelings for the girl, Asami was good in bed - plain and simple. He knew to expect that from her and would be fool to expect anything less. There was a reason Bolin and Opal purchased noise reducing headphones, and that their apartment received tonnes of noise complaints in the five years Korra and Asami dated. Yeah, it was just good sex. No feelings, whatsoever.

"It never happened." 

Mako threw on some clean clothes, called his cleaning lady to attend to his apartment and leapt out of his apartment chasing after Asami who was hailing a cab. 

Resuming the original timeline...

"I, uh... I, I just know that Kuvira really liked you, Korra. She would've been disappointed nothing further happened..." Phew, that was close Asami. Hopefully they buy it?

Korra gave her a quizzical look, but didn't press any further.

"Yeah well, I hardly know the girl. But we did kiss and cuddle and talk and at the end of the night we said goodbye and went our separate ways. I promise you guys that's all that happened." Korra shrunk in defeat. It had been two years since she'd been romantically linked with anyone. Sure, she'd had the odd occasional hook up here and there, but nobody had really stuck. Hell, how could they when her ex of five years just happened to be heir to one of the biggest tech corporations in the entire world? And that only made up one aspect of Asami! Never-mind her dangerously good looks, flawless make up and beauty, amazing personality, wicked sense of humour, determination, drive, adventurous in bed - the point is, Korra could go on, and on, but that wouldn't solve her problem of finding someone else. Someone new. Someone who, didn't necessarily have to live up to Asami, but someone who could capture her attention. More than Asami. 

"Fine, I believe you Kor. Sorry, the Opal-interrogation thing is over." 

"Thank you. So other than me, who else got laid last night?"

This earned a furious blush on Asami's face which Korra hadn't seen, because she was too busy laughing at Bolin's bright red cherry tomato cheeks. Bolin and Opal had created a sort of tradition, where every Friday night Bolin would dress up in a monkey costume he had borrowed from a friend in law school for an 'Apes and Monkeys' themed stein. Opal had made him keep it, and use it every Friday night. This was one of their daring sexcapades. It was also a well kept secret. That was until Korra stumbled upon Bolin exiting the bathroom at 3am clad head to toe in a tuffed monkey costume. No inch of skin was exposed, except for the conveniently missing bum/fanny flap, revealing Bolin's manhood in all it's glory, staring Korra down. Safe to say, she received one of the biggest frights of her life. Bolin, the not-so-innocent anymore, shrieked, covered himself and sprinted back towards the safety of his bedroom, his ass cheeks jiggling from the speed of his retreat. 

Before Korra could go on to humiliate Opal and Bolin (something that didn't happen often), Mako nervously spoke up, "What? Laid? Pfft, what's laid? Like sex? Definitely not me and Asami-- ah, me or Asami. Nope. No sex here!"

If looks could kill, Mako would be dead, especially given the way Asami was practically shooting daggers from her eyes. Korra gave him a befuddled face, but didn't think anything further of it. Mako was odd. He had plenty of odd moments. That was simply one of them.

Besides, he could never land Asami. She's out of his league, plus she would never go there. It's Mako. She chuckled internally. 

Korra continued shamelessly humiliating Opal and Bolin while Asami cleared away the plates and Mako stacked them away into the dishwasher. She gladly took this moment of privacy to give him a well deserved jab to the ribs. 

"Ow! What was that for?!" He whined in protest.

"You know what that was for! Why are you acting so weird? Mako, you keep secrets all the time. Why are you struggling to keep this one?!"

"I'm not! I just got a little nervous. Last night was fun, but I feel guilty! I don't even know why, it's not like you and Korra are together anyway!"

"You should feel guilty! I feel like I'm betraying her too! Look, last night was a mistake. It never should have happened. Promise me you'll keep this from her?"

"I promise." She didn't mean to, but Asami's words hurt Mako a little. One night stands weren't a new thing for him. He'd had plenty. However something in the truth of her words, about it being a mistake, despite how good it felt, hurt him. Asami was right. And he was wrong for over analysing it. It was a fling. A mistake. He forced himself to ignore it. 

Again, I couldn't stress this enough. Promises were broken all the time. 

The rest of the day was spent relatively relaxed. Korra, now satisfied she had embarrassed Bolin and Opal to a point she deemed satisfactory enough, freshened herself up and kicked back, enjoying the remainder of the afternoon. She sat closely with Asami, relishing in their platonically close proximity. Opal was preparing dinner for the gang. Mako and Bolin were discussing a new "type of girl" for Mako to pursue this coming week - all they could say, was watch out girls from Zaofu - Opal prayed to Raava, that the poor victims wouldn't be of any relation to her.. Korra and Asami gladly ignored them, invested in their now growing friendship. It had taken so long for them to get to this stage in their friendship and overcome the loss of their relationship. Even though they still had a long way to go, they were definitely on the right track.