The Spirit of the Occasion, Part 2
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“Yeeee-ow!”
Lin climbed to her feet and reached down, grabbing Mako’s collar, then dragged him to standing as well. Not bothering to collect their discarded outer garments first, the older woman led her young subordinated deeper into the Air Temple compound.
“I know those Acolyte dorms are around here somewhere,” she muttered.
While never exactly bustling, the long wood-floored halls were deserted at this time of night. Everyone was at the wedding reception, and even before then, most of the Acolytes were occupying the old Air Temples to support peacekeeping activities.
Apparently satisfied with the first empty bed chamber they chanced upon, Lin pushed Mako inside and closed the doors behind them. She paused and groused, “Right, no locks. Stupid Air Nomad philosophy nonsense.”
“Whoa, Chief! L-Let’s talk about this,” Mako suggested, equal parts terrified and excited. “You sure you really want to—isn’t this a bad idea? We can't—I’m not ready for a relationship!”
Lin rounded on him. It looked as though preparing a lecture wouldn’t distract her from her increasingly obvious intentions. A curt gesture that she made behind her back set off a string of small pops; she was metalbending the fasteners of her gown apart.
“Let me clear something up, Mako: If I was looking for a ‘relationship’, I wouldn’t have invited you to drink with me. You’re a damn fine-looking young man and that’s the extent of the use I have in mind for you right now.”
Her gown slid down with some further coercion and Lin stepped out of it, leaving it rumpled on the floor like a cheap rag. Beneath her party clothes, Lin had on lingerie of humble styling but which suited her athletic build; a garter belt and suspenders held up her stockings. What she may have lacked in the suppleness of youth compared to Mako’s previous romantic pursuits was more than compensated for by the defined figure of a mature woman.
With the only light coming in from the window at the young man’s back, he both did-and-didn’t want to step to the side so he could get a better look.
“Let’s set some ground rules: First, we may be off-duty, but I’m still your boss. You will continue to address me as Chief Beifong, but just Chief or ma'am will suffice. Don’t ever call me Baby Girl, Sweetie Pie, or whatever else the kids say these days.”
Lin was almost right up against him now. Voice husky, her pale eyes burned with intensity.
Mako’s left arm dropped; she had unclasped the sling. He tugged at his cravat, ostensibly to loosen it, but despite being pinned in place, it somehow ended up coming off entirely. He was feeling a little lightheaded, perhaps because the blood was rushing to another part of his anatomy.
“Second, you will not take my advances as grounds to expect professional favors. You could make me cum until my hair falls out, but that still won’t kick you to the front of the line for a detective’s shield.”
Left hand bandaged, Mako took up the challenge of unhooking Lin’s bra with only his right. Her hands had worked down the buttons of his vest and shirt. She lightly fingered the star burst-shaped scar tissue that marked where electricity had passed through his solar plexus and barely missed his heart.
“And third, there will be absolutely no ki—”
But Mako was already moving in and he covered Lin’s mouth with his own. He could taste the rice wine on her lips and tongue and breath. His hands caressed the woman’s back, sliding from shoulder to hip. She felt like a coiled spring, tense and hard as steel.
Lin grabbed a handful of Mako’s swelling loins and her touch was less the gentle. Then with a grunt, she gave him a shove.
The back of Mako’s knees hit the edge of a bunk and he reflexively sat. Lin got right down to work on opening the fly of her subordinate’s best pants. Seeing his commanding officer on her knees between his legs, licking her lips in anticipation, was thrilling. Pants yanked down, the proof of Mako’s arousal required little help making its presence known.
There was no grace or delicacy to Lin Beifong’s technique. She slurped him up noisily, her tongue assaulting the head of Mako’s manhood while calloused hands worked the balls and shaft – what she couldn’t fit into her mouth, anyway. Her cheeks sucked in with each upstroke and she purred heading back down.
Groaning appreciatively, Mako made to stroke Lin’s hair, but she batted him away like an annoyed cat.
He popped out of her mouth and she started taking long licks up his underside. One set of fingers teased the tip. The others reached into his loose shorts, massaging the soft spot behind a tightening sack. Wet pink lips shone in the moonlight, meeting in something like a kiss each time they reached swollen glans.
Mako had no idea his boss could make such an unbelievably lewd expression. His breath quickened at the sight of her.
“Ch-Chief, I’m going to . . !”
Lin sat back on her heels and stroked Mako with just one hand to finish him off. He was thrusting into her grip now, while she watched with a clinical interest.
Mako came, and Lin’s pale eyes tracked the arc of his release. Due to the angle at which she held him, Mako’s own torso and clothes bore the brunt, though Lin’s hand still came away sticky when he was finally spent. Her pursed lips curled into a little smile.
It became evident that Lin wasn’t about to 'clean up’. The beds in this dorm were bare mattresses, no sheets or pillows, so Mako had no option but to peel off his shirt to wipe himself.
Shame was starting to take root in Mako’s mind; the feeling like what had happened was something other than a purely consensual act between adults. He was just making up his mind to beg forgiveness and then resign from the force in disgrace, when Lin placed a hand on Mako’s shoulder.
Leaning onto him for support, Lin very deliberately lifted one well-toned leg, planted her knee at his side, then followed suit with the other, straddling him. Now that she had his full attention again, Mako saw that the Chief’s other hand was busy at the darkening crotch of her sodden panties. Strong fingers splayed, showing strands of moisture in the moonlight, then resumed their furious rubbing.
Transfixed, the young man joined his touch with hers. At a point over his head, Lin gasped. Mako watched the muscles of her arm and stomach flex with their combined motions.
Ever so slowly, the older woman sank onto her subordinate’s lap. Mako shivered when the wet material of Lin’s panties brushed his still-sensitive erection. However much it ached, he knew the Chief was not about to relent. Mako hooked his thumb in Lin’s panties and tugged them aside, raking through a tuft of dewy fur. She guided him into place with slick digits.
The unexpected lovers moaned as one.
That such an outwardly cold woman could be so incredibly hot on the inside shouldn’t have been shocking to Mako. Moreover, she enveloped him completely, riding down his full length to the stem with ease.
Lin rolled her hips, beginning in low gear. Mako caressed the stocking-clad thighs and watched the delightful undulations of her taut belly. She picked up speed and started to pant. Shapely arms encircling his shoulders, her head came down so that her temple was against his cheek. Their damp disheveled hair, grey and black, stuck to each other.
Mako wasn’t sure if Lin didn’t want to look him in the face or was just that intent on her motions. He decided to flip the script. He lifted the older woman up and then laid her on her back, putting himself in the dominant position.
The scowling Chief looked like she was about to read him the riot act, but when Mako took up the rhythm, her mouth promptly closed. Giving as good as he got, the young officer bore down with all the vigor he could muster. He plunged hard into Lin’s womanhood, subtly altering his angle of attack in a trick he picked up from a previous paramour so that each stroke dragged across her clitoris.
The older woman ground the back of her head into the mattress, teeth gritted and groaning lustily. Her fingers were like claws across Mako’s back, scratching him just shy of drawing blood, or so he hoped. Head bowed, he kissed at beads of sweat between Lin’s breasts, and could feel his limit approaching again.
“Chief, ha~h … Chief, maybe I should pull out . . ?”
Lin legs clamped around Mako’s hips like a vice. Tendons stood out on her arched neck.
She growled, “Don't—You—Dare—I'm—Almost—”
The familiar pressure was building and Mako’s anxiety grew proportionally. Despite his earlier exertions, he could tell this wouldn’t be a minor event. Suffice to say, the consequences of this little misadventure could be dire, especially where Chief Beifong was concerned.
Mako tried to slow his pace, but Lin was having none of it. There was only one thing he could think of to get his boss’s mind back on track. His right arm was pinned beneath the older woman’s body, but the bandages on his left had unwound in the tussle, so he reached up to stroke his lover’s cheek. The twin scars there felt deep and painful under his fingers.
The woman’s head whipped down and her expression was a thundercloud.
“How dare you—!”
“Lin, listen to me–”
Neither got to finish their sentence. As soon as Mako said her name, Lin climaxed. Her eyes rolled back, mouth gaping, but no sound came out. The sudden crushing pressure around Mako’s rod was the last straw and he blew his load for the second time that night. He collapsed upon her breast, utterly exhausted.
The two lay in silence for a while, sounds of the party outside drifting in through the open window. A cheer went up, followed by applause and the clinking of glasses.
Mako felt Lin’s faint touch across his back, over his shoulder, and travel on. He lifted his head to seek the older woman’s eyes, which were closed. Her fingertips were tracing the scars that crept and branched along Mako’s forearm and hand like ivy, marking him forever. They had this in common, these badges of service and sacrifice.
“Chief,” he began, but the woman shushed him.
“Lin. You can call me Lin.” She exhaled in a great whoosh that ruffled his hair. “But only … when we’re alone.”
She wasn’t angry. Mako had the decency to feel guilty about the sense of relief that washed over him. The thought that they might have occasion to meet like this again raised a different kind of emotion that Mako couldn’t put a name to. It wouldn’t be accurate to call it love; this was a woman he deeply respected and admired. For now, this might be good too. However …
“What about—”
“One thing at a time, Mako.”
Lin sat up and the young man was obliged to follow suit. Clearly, she wasn’t a cuddler.
Backlight by the Moon, her hair glowed an ethereal silver. The tender regard on her face shaved away the years and, for just a moment, Lin Beifong looked like a vulnerable girl. It passed quickly.
“Don’t look at me like I’m some kind of doe-eyed debutante,” she sneered, although her inflection lacked its usual bite. “I'm—I expect strict professionalism outside—that is, when we’re not … Y-You tell no one! And Spirits help you if you make a slip about this at the precinct!”
“Yes, ma'am,” Mako replied with a salute. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
It looked like his life wasn’t going to be lacking in excitement for a while yet.
Fin.
((I’ve always liked everything about Lin. A real fun character to watch and she deserves a little happiness. As for Mako, well, he’s such a dope that I purposely had to go back and rewrite bits because even in a fanfic, he was coming across as wishy-washy.
With the last story, which I have since gone back to uncreatively title The Avatar’s Love, I tried my best to write two people who were deeply in love. So I thought it would be more interesting for MakoLin to be a co-workers-with-benefits sort of deal.
No more ship fics on the docket for now, but maybe other things. Thanks for reading!))