"Asami?" Iroh asked, taking a step back.

She turned around in her seat to look over at the group of men Iroh had come from.

"Night out with the crew?" She asked, not looking back at him as she searched the crowd for familiar faces. She could only recognize two: the ship's mechanic and Iroh's first officer.

Iroh opened his mouth, unsure of how to reply. His train of thought was interrupted as the bartender set his requested pitchers down in front of him.

"That'll be 25 yuans," the bartender said.

"Put it on my tab," Asami said, standing up and approaching Iroh and the pitchers of beer on the bar in front of him. She grabbed two pitchers in one hand and the remaining one with the other.

"Get him a glass of the darkest beer you have on tap," the heiress commanded the bartender. He nodded silently and went to fulfill her request.

"You stay here," she said, her voice slightly softer but her authority still firm.

"Why should I?" Iroh frowned, crossing his arms.

"Because it's common courtesy," Asami responded. "I just bought you a drink."

Iroh's expression still remained somewhat irritated. He chose not to say anything and sat down.

She brought the pitches over to a confused group of men before the ship's mechanic recognized the CEO of Future Industries.

"Miss Sato!" he greeted with a genuinely excited expression.

"Hey, Chang!" She returned sweetly, allowing him to stand up and approach her, pulling her into a quick hug that she held the pitchers away from her body to accept.

"What are you doing here? With beer?" He asked. Most of the rest of the crewmen were still watching the heiress and the mechanic, although some of them had started to continue their previous conversations.

"I heard the Hiroku needs repairs," she said, trying to sound cold and calm. "So I figured I'd come fix things myself."

Chang quirked an eyebrow and glanced to the bar, seeing General Iroh seated there. He wordlessly accepted the pitchers from Asami and turned to hold them up triumphantly to the group, who let out another irritatingly loud cheer.

Asami sat down at the bar in the spot next to Iroh. She'd noticed her margarita had been moved to her current seat. They sat for a few minutes in silence as they each sipped their drinks.

"How's your beer?" She finally asked. Iroh looked at her with a solemn expression. She returned his gaze without hesitation. He smirked and shook his head.

"It's fine," he said, turning back to stare at the bar in front of them rather than at his ex-girlfriend.

"Fine my ass," she shot back. "You love it. You've already finished half of it."

Iroh continued to stare ahead.

"Whatever. If you're not going to say anything, then you'll just have to listen to what I have to say," Asami said firmly. She took a quick drink before continuing.

"I know you miss me," she started, noting the grip on the glass in his hand tighten with this first statement.

"Because there's no way I'm alone in this feeling. I just..." she trailed off, unsure of the right words for what she was trying to say.

"I still think about you all the time. That stupid fire orchid is so beautiful I put it at my vanity mirror," she said, earning a side glance from Iroh, who was trying to remain stoic.

"I hate that I've upset you. I'm... I'm sorry," she stammered out. Iroh turned to Asami and examined her expression.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"I said I'm sorry, Iroh," the heiress returned softly, knowing he just wanted to hear her repeat herself. "I lied to you. You deserve better than that."

Iroh was stunned into silence for a few moments. Asami took a large gulp of her margarita to quell her nerves.

"Asami," he started, "I appreciate your apology. But we can't just get back together again."

"Why not?" she implored, nervously waiting on his reply.

"You and I have different ideas for what a romantic commitment is," Iroh responded calmly, taking another sip of his beer. Asami shook her head in disbelief, but he held a hand up to silence any reply she might have. "It's not your fault."

"What in spirits are you talking about?" she asked.

"It's not your fault," he repeated. "Our lives are very different."

Asami almost couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"What?" was all she could manage to ask.

"You're a famous 21-year-old CEO, living in a city with a nightlife culture," He elaborated.

"And you're a famous 29-year-old Navy General, living on a ship full of men with whom you partake in 'nightlife culture,'" Asami argued, using her fingers to air quote his previous statement.

"Asami, don't twist my words. You know what I mean," Iroh said.

"No, I don't know what you mean. Did you forget that we had a conversation where we went over exactly what a commitment between us would mean at the airfield?" Asami snapped back, her expression cross. She took another drink from her margarita, licking some salt off her lips. His eyes fixated on this action. Her face softened into a coy grin.

"Please bring him another," Asami called out to the bartender, pointing to Iroh.

"I don't want another-" he protested.

"Yes, you do. You love dark beers, and you drank that one faster than usual. Plus, I'm not done speaking with you," Asami commanded. Iroh sighed.

"This isn't a business deal, you know," he said in a irked tone. Asami was taken aback by this statement.

"Of course it's not! I didn't fly for three hours to take make a fucking business deal, and I'm not leaving until you hear me out," she practically exploded.

"You don't want me to listen to you, you just want me to take you back! You just want me to change my mind and do what you say!" Iroh yelled back.

"I don't want to change your mind," Asami returned in a suddenly calmer tone. "You've already made up your mind. I'm here to remind you why you chose me."

The bartender set down Iroh's second beer and Asami's third margarita, putting a short pause in the conversation.

"I miss you so much," Asami said after a short while. Iroh pressed his lips together, trying to remain silent.

"Please, just give me another chance," she begged. The general drank a large portion of his beer instead of saying anything. Asami finished off her second margarita and started on her third. It was as if they were having a silent drinking contest.

Iroh set his glass down on the bar in front of him. Asami did the same. She then scooted on her seat so that she sat closer to him. He allowed this action. She put her hand on his arm and he tensed at her touch, turning to make eye contact with her. His gaze was a combination of sadness and anger. Asami mirrored this look. She started to lean closer to him.

"Damnit, Asami," Iroh breathed, suddenly standing up from the bar, startling the heiress. She tried to recover by taking another sip of her margarita. He drank another large quantity of his beer. She saw him look back to the group of men he was at the bar with, clearly crewmen from the Hiroku as well as the other two ships that were docked in the bay for the weekend. They were all observing the interaction between the general and the heiress.

Iroh finished the last of his beer and set the glass down on the table.

"I'm done," he said, his voice carrying a tone of frustration. "No more."

Asami put on her best poker face and stood up from her seat to bid him farewell. She approached him and stood on the balls of her feet to kiss his cheek, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. After planting the kiss, she brought her mouth to his ear.

"In that case, you owe me a proper goodbye," she said at a volume only he could hear. "I'm staying at the Inn two buildings down the street. Room 16."

With this, she fell back down to her heels and took her hand back from his shoulder. She maintained eye contact, and the piercing amber gaze that met her told her wordlessly that he would pay her a visit. As he walked away, Asami recalled the first time he'd given her this look.

"I'm sorry, Miss Sato," General Iroh spoke from his seat across the table from Asami at the fire nation cuisine restaurant in Republic City he was fond of, "but I didn't bring you here for personal reasons."

Asami furrowed her brow in confusion.

"Oh?" she asked. "So why exactly did you ask me to meet you at the Ember Chophouse?"

"I need your business," he said flatly. "If the United Republic of Nations can control the sky, we would have guaranteed protection of our citizens."

The heiress blinked, looking down at the meat kabobs she hadn't yet eaten on her plate. She asked herself how this wasn't a date. He'd asked her to dinner, picked her up at the proper time, cleaned up (rather well, if she was being honest), and had been charming her for the whole meal. Why was he springing this random business deal on her?

However, it also occurred to the heiress how much supporting a peace-keeping armada would improve the public image of Future Industries. And how stable a deal with the government could be. Damn Iroh, why did he have to ruin such a nice time by filling her head with business strategies?

"So, what, you want me to sell you a bunch of biplanes?" Asami asked, earning an affirmative nod from Iroh. "The police are still investigating the estate. I'm not even allowed to move back in until after my father's trial next month. There's no way I could make a deal like that right now."

Iroh frowned and looked down at the table before him.

"Wow," she said, slumping in her seat, looking back down at her meat kabobs, "And I thought the night was going pretty well."

Iroh cleared his throat. When she looked back up to the nervous man sitting before her, he spoke again.

"I apologize if you thought this was, a, uh..." Iroh trailed off.

"...date?" Asami finished his thought for him. The general shrugged with an awkward smile on his face.

"Right," she said, taking a breath to think. "Well, I did think this was a date, so..."

Asami blushed and Iroh looked back down at the table.

"Can't you just keep me fooled for a little while longer?" Asami said, reaching her hand across the table to grab his. Iroh was slightly surprised at this action, but still allowed her to wrap her fingers around his.

"I... suppose I can, Miss Sato," he said, a small smile forming on his face.

"Asami," the heiress corrected. "Please."

"Of course," Iroh responded, bringing her hand up to his lips, placing a delicate kiss atop her knuckles. The heiress found her cheeks reddening even more as his sharp amber gaze met her eyes.

"Asami," he breathed into her hand.

Asami lay atop her bed in the inn, enjoying a piece of dark chocolate she had brought along for herself. She wore a loose silk robe that she had carefully chosen, while packing her bags, for this very moment. She had a bottle of champagne popped and was drinking from a glass that, when not in use, rested on the table next to her bed. An empty champagne glass sat on the table beside the bottle, awaiting General Iroh.

A soft, clear knock alerted Asami of her guest's arrival and she eagerly stood up and crossed the room to greet him. She opened the door with the chain closed first to verify her visitor was in fact who she hoped. She had taken enough self defense classes to know to never put herself into a situation where she could become a victim. Iroh looked at her through the crack in the door for a brief moment before she closed the door, unlocked the chain, and opened the door to allow the General entry. He stepped in slowly, his eyes locked onto Asami. His expression conveyed a mixture of hunger and guilt.

She noticed the way his eyes lingered on the loose, light clothing that fell over her body. As she shut the door behind him to secure the lock, she reached a hand down to smooth the hem of her robe that just barely covered her ass. She couldn't stop herself from letting out a chuckle after seeing his eyes nearly bulge out of his skull.

"I'm glad you came," she said. Iroh tried to regain his composure by taking a few deep breaths and moving further into the room, taking a seat on a chair by the bed. Asami took this is a cue to walk by him and bend over slightly as she poured his glass of champagne. She knew she was using her looks to get what she wanted, but in her defense, it honestly was in Iroh's best interests to date a woman who understood and loved him as much as she did. She brought his glass to him and sat on the edge of the bed, near his seat, drinking her own glass.

"I was surprised to see you tonight," Iroh finally said after a long period of silence punctuated with heated eye contact.

"That was the idea," she smiled, uncrossing her legs so that Iroh could almost see the area between her legs that needed him most. He tried to avert his gaze from Asami's thighs to her face, but the General was at war with his primal urges. He nervously sipped the champagne she had gifted him, but it didn't provide a strong enough distraction.

"You like what you see, don't you?" Asami teased, leaning forward so that one of her breasts almost fell out of the robe.

Iroh nodded wordlessly, giving Asami a pleading look of desperation. His adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. Asami smirked; she had the General right where she wanted him.

She stood up and took a step closer to him, shrugging her robe off her shoulder so that her right breast came out completely. Iroh's fingers twitched but he remained seated, taking another sip of his drink.

"Do you want me to take off my robe?" She asked, and he responded with another eager nod. She untied the loose knot that held her robe in place and it opened up, exposing her full nudity to him. His eyes poured over her body and she used his distracted state to step closer to him. She stopped as she stood in front of him.

"What would you like to do to me, Iroh?" she asked, looking down at him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Iroh swallowed, still trying to maintain his composure.

"You know what I want," he said, his voice almost a whisper. She brought her other hand to his hairline and ran her nails over his scalp.

"You're right," she agreed. "I know exactly what you want."

Asami sat herself down in Iroh's lap, her hands exploring his chest and hair. Iroh's hands remained on the armrests of the chair he was seated on, but it was clear he was struggling to keep them there.

"I always know what you want," Asami continued, bringing her hands to the bottom of his shirt as she slowly pulled it up to reveal his toned chest.

"I understand you, Iroh." The heiress's hands reached the top of his shoulders to pull his shirt off him entirely. He leaned forward and lifted his hands over his head to allow this, still trying to restrain himself. She pulled the shirt over his head and up his arms, tossing the clothing item aside as she lightly trailed one of her hands down his left arm. He stared deeply into her eyes the whole time, his expression conveying his conflicted feelings.

"I know that you like dark beer, spice cakes, and you reorganize your socks twice a week," the heiress continued, leaning even closer so that their faces were only inches apart.

"I also know that you drink two cups of tea with each meal, and you hate stewed sea prunes." Asami's lips now hovered centimeters away from Iroh's, his gaze averting to her lips. He started to move forward and Asami moved away, bringing her lips to his neck instead as she kissed her way from his collarbone to his earlobe. Iroh brought his hands back down to the armrest, still notably restraining himself from touching the woman who was currently seducing the spirits out of him.

"And I know," Asami whispered into her lover's ear, "that you know what I want too."

With this last statement, Asami ground her hips into Iroh's, smiling as she watched him bite his lip.

"Damn you, Asami," the general all but growled as he finally allowed his hands to touch her body. One hand gripped her hip and the other grabbed her chin, pulling her away from his ear and crashing her lips to his.

They lost themselves in the heated kiss for a few minutes, both exploring each other's bodies with their hands. Iroh moved his kisses to her neck and started leaving his mark on her at the junction of her neck and shoulders. He brought his kisses down her body to her breasts, with her help as he guided her to sit up on her knees above him in the chair. He slid a hand down her back to grab her derriere and squeeze affectionately, prompting a low-toned giggle from the heiress.

He kissed and nibbled at her nipples as his hand worked its way to her entrance. His fingers delicately traced along the outsides of her folds, picking up traces of the wetness it emanated. Asami moved her hand from his head to his chest. She continued trailing her fingers down his body until they stopped at the waistline of his pants. She began to unbuckle his belt as he retaliated by inserting a finger into her center. She took a deep breath in response, temporarily distracted from her mission to make the general as naked as she was before she remembered herself.

The heiress succeeded in unbuckling the belt and unbuttoned his pants as his fingers continued their ministrations. She was just starting to tug them down his hips when Iroh suddenly withdrew his hand from between her legs and picked her up by pressing her body against his, one hand at her back and the other supporting her by holding onto her upper thighs. He stood up and threw her onto the bed in front of them, stepping out of his boots and pants.

Iroh pounced on her, locking their lips together as he brought a hand back to her center. She moaned into the kiss and he parted her lips with his tongue. After a few minutes of this, he broke the kiss and gently ran his free hand through her hair.

"I missed seeing you like this," he said, smiling mischievously at her. He brought his lips down to the crook of her neck and showered it with kisses as he slid his fingers in and out of her. She moaned softly with each thrust of his hand.

"I missed you so much," she managed to breathe between moans.

"You're so beautiful, especially when you're naked and your cheeks are flushed," Iroh continued.

"I love you, Iroh," Asami breathed. He withdrew his hand from between her legs and enveloped her mouth in a hot, needy kiss.

"I love you, too," he returned after their lips parted. "And I won't share you with anyone else."

"I know, sweetheart," she agreed. He shifted his position above her on the bed so that his erection hovered over her entrance.

"Nobody else gets to see you like this," he said, thrusting his erection into her with his last word. Asami closed her eyes, gasping at the erotic filling sensation. He kissed her collarbones affectionately as she adjusted to him.

"Only I'm allowed to touch you like this," he spoke into her skin.

"Oh, yes, Iroh, just you," Asami agreed breathily, shifting her hips to get him to start moving. He started thrusting softly into her and began slowly increasing his pace.

Asami arched her back and moved with him, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper. He pressed his hands against the backs of her thighs, opening her up even more to him. They filled the room with their grunts and moans.

"Spirits," Iroh groaned, between thrusts, "You feel, so amazing."

"Oh, yeah?" Asami encouraged, turning herself onto her side as he continued thrusting into her, changing the angle of penetration. Iroh called out as he felt her walls rotate over his member. He gripped the inside of her upper thigh and lifted her leg so that the underside of her knee rested atop his shoulder.

He thrust again, this time hitting a specific spot in Asami that caused her to nearly scream. He thrust again, and Asami squealed. He smirked knowingly and continued his forceful penetrations as he pressed a finger to her clitoris. She gasped as he continued stimulating her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Iroh," she whimpered, "I'm gonna..."

And with that, he pressed even further into her, working her aroused bundle of nerves.

"Ahhhh-hhhh-hhaaaa!" Asami screamed as she came undone. Iroh's finish came immediately after this, and the pair rode out each other's climaxes. After the five minutes it took for either of the pair to move again, Asami crawled her way over to Iroh and rested her head on his chest, draping her arm across him.

Iroh trailed his fingers up her arm, over her shoulder, and under her chin before pulling her lips to his. The kiss was soft on her lips, leaving no doubt in her mind that she was loved.

"I don't want anyone kissing you, either," he said playfully, planting another quick kiss atop her lips.

"And if they do, I should be the first to hear about it," Iroh's face was warm and kind but his words were firm.

Asami smiled and planted a kiss on his shoulder affectionately.

"They won't," she said calmly. "And you will."

They lay together in a blissful silence until the pair fell asleep.

The Queen of Industry is Back on Top!

To say that Asami Sato , 21-year-old heiress of the Sato fortune and Chief Executive Officer of Future Industries, has had an interesting summer would be an understatement. She kicked the season off by throwing three large parties that all got shut down by the police due to fights between her guests. Witnesses at her final party of the season have confirmed that Miss Sato herself was involved in the fight that shut down the gathering. While still being monitored by the police, she continued to attend parties and frequented the bars of Republic City against police orders.

Miss Sato also found the time to briefly date General Iroh of the United Forces Navy. Their breakup, in the bar of the Kirachu Hotel of Republic City, had a high number of witnesses. On the same night, The CEO of Future Industries was cited with a noise complaint when she got into an altercation with Officer Mako and Avatar Korra in the officer's apartment complex.

After this, Asami Sato took a twelve day personal leave. When she wasn't holed away in her room at the Sato Estate, as our inside source tells us, she was spotted at the seediest bars in the City.

Then, almost immediately after returning to her position, the 21-year-old made the now-infamous flight to the Earth Kingdom's Airship Pilot Training Compound, in which she didn't alert the military of her impending arrival until she was called upon by a soldier over the communications radio. Once in port, she was seen at the town tavern with General Iroh. We at the Republic City Tribune believe that the pair reunited on this night, but they have never released a personal statement on the matter.

What we do know, however, is that Asami Sato and General Iroh struck up a deal for Future Industries to provide the United Forces Navy with 3,000 biplanes over the next eighteen months. And as we all know, the CEO just revealed the concept for a line of large ships with enough room for a runway and plane storage at the Future Industries press conference last week.

Apparently Miss Sato did more than we at the United Republic Times thought she did this summer, because Future Industries also revealed their new Satomobile models for the next year, as well as brand new tires engineered specifically for the icy winter road conditions Republic City has become known for. The new Satomobiles will be available to the market in six weeks, boasting a new drivetrain system that gives equal power to all four wheels.

There are also some rumors in the mix that the queen of industry is planning to expand her empire to the Fire Nation and Old Earth Kingdom, but no official sources have confirmed this yet. Either way, Future Industries is thriving under Asami Sato's unique style of leadership. The company's projected profits are up 200% from their last quarter.

Asami smiled as she read the first positive news article about herself in months. She set the newspaper down on her desk and returned to her paperwork.

After a few minutes, the phone rang.

"Asami Sato," she answered professionally.

"Hey sweetheart," a familiar voice greeted her from the other end of the line.

"If you call me during business hours, you should at least call me Asami," the heiress teased. "It's more professional."

"Asami, it's 5:45 in Republic City," Iroh said, prompting the heiress to check her wristwatch in disbelief. "You should go home. Don't you have plans?"

"I do, but I'm not done with all my paperwork," Asami answered. "I'm so close!"

"Go home, Asami," Iroh commanded calmly. "Enjoy your Friday night."

"But-"

"No buts. Anything you'd take care of right now wouldn't be touched until Monday morning."

Asami sighed.

"I hate it when you're right," she mused, pushing her small stack of paperwork to the side. "I'll let the papers be."

"Good. Speaking as a hypocrite, I was calling you to clarify some details about the delivery of our next shipment of biplanes," Iroh said. Asami could hear his sheepish smile through the speaker at her ear.

"A-ha!" Asami cheered, "I'm rubbing off on you. I'm leaving on the transport barge on Wednesday."

"So you'll arrive at the Gaoling base in three weeks?"

"Yes sir," the heiress teased. "I can't wait to see you, business partner!"

"I'm excited to see you, too," Iroh returned. "Plus, I could use another flying lesson. There aren't many other instructors who possess your level of skill out here."

"Oh, hush. You've become a great pilot over the last two months," Asami encouraged her boyfriend.

"A good biplane pilot maybe, but I still don't know how to fly airships," Iroh continued the playful joke.

"You just want an excuse to get me alone during the work day," the heiress played along.

"You know me too well," he said, his smile beaming through the speaker.

A knock sounded at the door to her office, interrupting her conversation with her boyfriend.

"Hang on a second, Iroh," she said, pulling the mouthpiece away from her mouth but keeping the earpiece at her ear.

"Come in," she called out, and her assistant entered the door, accompanied by Bolin, with Pabu resting on his shoulder.

"Bolin is here," Vashir stated the obvious to his boss.

"Thanks, Vashir," she said. "You can go home now."

"See you Monday," he called as he exited the room. Asami nodded.

"Alright, honey, I have to go," she said after bringing the mouthpiece back to her mouth. "Bolin just got here."

"Okay, then. I love you," Iroh's voice softly reverberated into her ear.

"I love you, too," she said, smiling and looking down on her desk. "See you in a few weeks!"

"Good night, sweetheart," Iroh concluded the conversation. Asami hung her phone back on the receiver, ending the phone call. The heiress looked up to the earthbender standing in front of her desk. She got out of her seat and approached him.

"Hey, Bo," she said, greeting her friend with a hug. After giving him his requested "space" for a month, the pair had patched things up and rekindled their old, platonic, friendship.

"Hey, 'Sami!" he returned. "Mako and Korra are waiting for us at Narook's. You all done here?"

Asami smiled as her friend made a series of melodramatic hand gestures to refer to Asami's desk.

"No," she said flatly. "I only have like ten more things to get through."

Bolin frowned as he anticipated waiting on his friend to finish her paperwork.

"But I can get to it this weekend," Asami said, remembering her boyfriend's request. The earthbender's expression changed back into his usual happy smile. Bolin offered his arm. The heiress stood up and approached her friend, threading her hand between his arm and side. As they walked through the door, Asami stole one last glance at her desk.

She had built it herself over her first week as Chief Executive Officer after Future Industries had gone public again. She chose the wood, sawed it into the lengths she wanted, sanded it, stained it, and even chosen all the accessories that sat on it. Asami had seen the lumber in a warehouse and fell in love with it. The instant she saw it, she knew she wanted to make a desk out of this specific group of flat wooden planks. Just like the instant she saw her dad's first Satomobile, she knew she wanted to become an expert driver and design a model of her own someday. Just like the instant Iroh gave her that look on their first date, she knew she wanted to make him hers.

Asami Sato was the type of girl that knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. Luckily enough for General Iroh, the heiress to the Sato fortune had decided that he was the thing she wanted most of all.

Author's note: Wow! So there you have it, dear readers! My final chapter of The Queen Has Fallen. I hope you guys like it :)

I've been blown away by all the support you all have given me through faves, follows, and reviews! Sorry if I didn't update as frequently as some of you might have liked but I tried to make sure I could give you the best material I am capable of writing. I had a lot of fun writing this story and imagining the scenarios I placed all of Bryke's lovely characters into. I feel kind of bad for Bolin, but that's just kind of the story he wanted to tell. I was gunna write him a girlfriend for the nd, but figured that was too cliche and it didn't really help the plot along anyways. But, enough about hypotheticals, you guys are great readers!

Keep an eye out for another Irosami fic from me in the future... I won't be able to stay away from writing about my OTP for too long :P

Until the next story, dear readers!