“She's arrogant and brash,” Asami says as lips make their way down her neck. “I don't think she will be difficult to take out. It's almost laughable. Almost everything she does just serves to strengthen our cause. I mean, the attack on the training center?”
Amon's laughs are low, deep and contain very little humor. “The Avatar could not be playing into our hands any more directly. I'm very pleased.” He leans an unmasked cheek against hers, hand gripping the side of her waist. “I'm also quite pleased with your work, Asami.”
“The firebender?” Asami laughs. “I thought he would at least be a little more difficult to crack, but no. He's already a lovesick puppy.” She thinks. “I'll probably have to sleep with him soon.”
“Opposed to the idea?”
“He's not unpleasant looking. At all. I just-”
Amon unbuttons her dress from behind and pulls it down over her shoulders and body until it lies in a heap at her feet. She turns around to face Amon, and lowers the hood from his head. “He's just, you know, the enemy. A firebender. Just knowing what he is capable of.” She shakes her head, expression far away and full of distaste. “It just gives me chills thinking about it.”
Amon touches her face. “And what about what I am capable of?”
At this, Asami grins, stepping forward with a hand against his chest and forcing him to sit back on the bed. “You, my love,” she says, straddling his lap. “Are capable of great things. Glorious things.” He puts one hand against the soft, bare skin of her back. She whispers hot into his ear. “I will seduce the firebender, lead him around like a romantic fool. I will always do my duty to see your mission carried out.” She smiles, nips at his ear, then catches his lips in a kiss, flush against his body, moving and pulling as she allows herself to be pulled down on top of him.