[Staying over at Mako and Bolin's attic was better as an idea than it was in execution. The prospect of sleeping in the same bed as Mako for a night is what sold her; what she didn't think about was the thick, hot, stuffy attic air in combination with Bolin's snoring from where he slept on the couch. Up in the loft, Asami was absently fingering a tear in Mako's shirt and just waiting to fall asleep until she realized it wasn't going to happen.
Bolin seemed sound enough asleep down there, so she thought it might be safe to wake up Mako if she kept her voice low. She shifted in his arm so that her face was closer to his cheek.]
Mako... [She laid a kiss on his cheek and tapped his chin with her fingertip. She knew she was being a nuisance, but her cleavage was like right there. So.]
insomnia. masamnia.
Bolin seemed sound enough asleep down there, so she thought it might be safe to wake up Mako if she kept her voice low. She shifted in his arm so that her face was closer to his cheek.]
Mako... [She laid a kiss on his cheek and tapped his chin with her fingertip. She knew she was being a nuisance, but her cleavage was like right there. So.]