Mako sets the girls' (hearts) on fire (fire_ferret) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-15 19:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, avatar korra, mako |
Who: Korra + Mako
What: Talking then sexing
When: Saturday
Where: 4/6
Rating: High. For sexing. And awesome.
Status: Complete
Had Korra ever been over to his place before? Beyond a front door kind of hello? Mako wasn't exactly sure. It was a little apartment right off of campus (really not far from her own place), and-- well-- he treated it a little bit like a college pad. Which meant that he had to take the effort to clean up books, papers, more papers and spent pizza boxes off the floor before she showed up. Korra, he knew, had been kind of better at not exploding at him for things lately, but that didn't mean he really wanted to push it by being lazy for absolutely no reason.
What, possibly, could she have to talk about? He supposed he'd find out soon enough, since there was a knock on his door at basically the exact same moment as when he threw his last empty can of coke.
Korra would never admit it (at least not out loud), but she really liked Mako. He was kind of filled with rage sometimes, but other times he was a bit of a calming force in her life. It really contrasted the elements she’d dreamed they both represented. She was the hot-headed waterbender, and he was the cool-headed firebender. How had that worked out? Either way, she was thinking about him all the time. And she was shocked that didn’t mind that at all.
Arriving at his place (the apartment building wasn’t anything fancy, but it was nicer than hers), she knocked and stepped back, leaning against the opposite wall with arms folded over her chest, legs crossed at the ankle. She didn’t quite know what to expect from today, but... Well, she’d really just wanted to see Mako. There wasn’t much else to it.
Mako glanced over his living room just to make sure it was appropriately clean even as he made his way to the door. His place wasn’t much to speak of, but at least he didn’t have to deal with roommates -- and that was something enough.
“Hey,” he said, smiling at Korra as he opened the door. He might not admit it out loud either, but he did like seeing her. She was just so-- well. Different.
Lifting one corner of her mouth, Korra pushed off the wall and approached Mako. She gave him a nudge of her elbow in greeting, saying “Hey you,” as she pushed her way inside. Stopping just past the doorway, she looked around. It was definitely a bachelor’s pad. “Nice place,” she said. “I didn’t know you lived on your own.” Because it was a weird thought to her for a student to live without roommates. Then again, Mako worked during school. She couldn’t exactly use her face for money.
Probably, yes, she could have. Mako might have suggested it if he thought a) he could avoid being murdered after saying so and b) she would ever actually have enough self-confidence to believe it.
“Oh. Yeah,” he said, moving aside to let her in and close to door behind them. “I did the dorm thing the first year but -- I dunno. I kept weird hours and my roommate played ukulele at eight am.” Basically, he almost murdered someone and then said Never Again.
“That sounds like a shitty time,” she said, not really sounding like she was too invested in the conversation. Korra was kind of mean, but she never really meant it. She just stumbled into it more often than others.
Making her way into the living room (she wasn’t much for asking or waiting either), Korra flopped down onto Mako’s couch, arms spread over the top of it. “I’ve been having those dreams again,” she told him, sighing a little dramatically. “They’re getting weirder every time.”
He flopped down on the couch next to her -- because he was a bachelor with a small apartment, man, and he didn’t have another chair to sit in. “With the waterbending?” he asked. He faintly recalled her saying she’d dreamed about him, but wasn’t sure if that was one of those dreams or just a hopeful sort of thought.
It’s cool, he’d seen her mostly naked before. Mako could sit beside Korra. At least this once. “Yeah, the waterbending. I’m getting better at that,” she began, crossing her ankles. “In them, I can earthbend and firebend too. I’m assuming I’ll be able to do that here eventually.” She sort of faded off as she said that, feeling a bit weird about her pending abilities.
Turning to Mako, she shrugged. “You were in one of the dreams again. Have you had any?”
She should feel weird about them. Because frankly, conversations about controlling the elements shouldn’t happen in modern day California. Unless, of course, you were having a nostalgic chat about Captain Planet. Fucking recycle, kids.
“I haven’t,” Mako said, honestly, and shook his head. Because saying no twice was always better than once, he guessed. “Tell about it?” he asked, because frankly he wanted to know why she was dreaming of him, anyway.
Pulling her hands into her lap, Korra folded her legs up onto the couch for story time. Because that’s how you’re supposed to sit at story time, goddamnit. She looked a bit uncomfortable, because what would Mako think when she told him everything? Even she thought it was a bit nuts. “Have I told you anything about them yet?” She wasn’t sure.
“Can’t say you have,” Mako said -- and instead of mirroring her position, he stretched out enough until his feet found purchase on the coffee table in front of the couch. He did not point out that she probably had tried to once, and then he’d just pissed her off enough to ignore him for a week or so.
Korra wasn’t one to hold grudges. Or particularly remember details about trivial things. “Well,” she began, and then started telling the story of the Southern Water Tribe, and learning she was the Avatar. She told him about mastering three of four elements, and going to Republic City to study the fourth with Naga. And she told him about Pro Bending, and Bolin and the Fire Ferrets, and how she’d joined the team in the end.
Then she just looked at Mako, lifting her eyebrows. “And that’s all I’ve dreamed, so far.”
There had to be some truth to her dreams then, Mako decided because no one who hadn’t met Bolin could dream him up so perfectly. How strange, was all he could think. How perfectly, bizarrely strange. “Wow,” was all he could manage to say at the end of it, because -- well. What else did you say to something like that?
“Yeah,” was all that she said in return. There wasn’t really much to be said while they digested all the information. She was sitting silently for a little bit, just watching Mako as he took it all in. And then she sighed, wondering if more dreams meant more abilities. She’d probably have to wait to find out, or at least try bending other elements.
“Maybe....” she trailed off, putting a hand up, palm toward the ceiling. She remembered the stances for firebending, and how to turn air into fire. Concentrating (she probably looked a bit funny, staring at the air over her hand), she made a bit of a face. And... nothing. She frowned a bit.
She would probably realize in a moment that the things in Mako’s metal garbage can across the room had set on fire. Probably.
It was actually Mako’s over active fire alarm that noticed first. The thing went off with a loud series of beeps that just didn’t seem to want to quit. It wasn’t hard, in that instance, to tear his eyes away from Korra and stand. It was a cheap apartment. Sometimes the alarm went off even if it caught wind of one of his neighbors cooking.
“Stupid thing,” he said, striding across the room to press the little button on the thing to shut it off. “Sorry---aaaahh jesus!” Because there were goddamn things on fire.
There really were goddamn things on fire. Korra had turned to watch Mako turning the alarm off, and before he’d even been able to swear about the fire, she’d been on her way to the kitchen. Turning on the tap, she pulled a good amount of water from it and came back into the room with it swirling in her hands. Then dumped the water in the trash bin.
Avatar Korra: saving the world, one trash can at a time.
More amazed that her firebending attempt had succeeded, once the flames were out Korra did one of her victory punches into the air. “Yes!” she exclaimed, looking excited. “I can firebend!” Not very well, mind you, but she could do it.
Mako, on the other hand, saw no reason for air victory punches. Probably because she’d just set part of his house on fire. It seemed like a legitimate reason to be a bit annoyed, frankly, even if she had saved the day with some well placed water-bendery. Holding a hand over his mouth so that he wouldn’t snap completely, the boy just -- rose his eyebrows and stared for a long moment.
And then, as kindly as possible, he let out a little breath. “Maybe that...should be an outdoor sort of practice from now on.”
Korra made a face at him. Wasn’t this a big moment? Couldn’t he not be an asshole, and be supportive of her for just a moment? He liked her, didn’t he? Folding her arms over her chest, Korra’s mood quickly changed from overjoyed at her new skill to anger at the boy standing in front of her.
“It was an accident,” she said, making an arm wave-y gesture at the trash can. “And I put the fire out, what is your problem?” Italicized = venomous, for future Korra reference.
Ugh. It never seemed to fail, did it? Mako could try being as kind as he possibly, physically, mentally could, and Korra still somehow found a way to turn it all around and upside down and then throw it in his face. She had a special talent for that, and somehow Mako did not think that Korra would excel on a debate team.
“My problem,” he said, giving up on niceties because what was the point anyway, “is that you could have accidentally burned my house down.” And, you know what, Korra? Ain’t nobody got time for that.
“But I didn’t, I took care of it!” she told him, because she had. And hadn’t he been the firebender in her dreams? Shouldn’t he at least understand what she was going through? She wasn’t thinking that he hadn’t dreamed any of it yet, because Korra. And because she was just so confused about everything right now.
“It was an accident, can’t you just let it go?” Because ain’t nobody got time for this melodrama, Mako.
No, Korra. You are wrong. There is always time for melodrama: make no mistake about that.
Mako spread his fingers wide, as if he had no idea what to say on the topic -- but that so clearly wasn’t true. “I had let it go. There’s nothing wrong with suggesting you don’t light my apartment on fire anymore. In fact, I thought I was being pretty freaking nice about it, considering.”
Why was she the only one to get to be confused? As if watching someone else going all Carrie on a trash can wasn’t enough to freak out even Mako?
Ugh, he pissed her off. Korra’s fingers bundled into fists as she thrust her hands down to her sides. She was about to argue back when she realized she really didn’t have to deal with this shit. If he was freaking out over this, she’d just make the decision for both of them and go. There were two more elements he’d have to deal with if he was going to stick around with the Avatar.
It would probably be a healthier decision in the end.
“Fine,” she said, turning and heading for the door. “I’ll just go.” Jerk.
Argh! That was what Mako wanted to say, but he was pretty sure no one ever actually said that. Not even pirates. Instead, he slumped his shoulders downward, tilted his head up to gaze at the ceiling for a hot second, and then sighed. Loudly. “I don’t want you to leave,” he said, and decided that tacking on ‘I just don’t want my shit on fire’ was a poor idea.
Not even pirates, indeed. Korra didn’t turn around, she just threw her hands up. “So what do you want?” she demanded, hands on her hips. She was standing right in front of his door, not intending to pause there any longer unless he had a good answer for her. “Because if you can’t deal with this, then I’m not sticking around any longer.” And she didn’t just mean for the day.
Their ritual of coming on too strong, and then not at all was nearly ritual at this point. Hot, cold, lukewarm, hot again. Sometimes Mako thought it just too much to handle. Other times, he didn’t know what to think of it at all.
This time was a little different though. Korra had a point, and he nearly conceded right then and there. “I want you to stay. And -- I can deal with it,” he said quickly - but kept in his spot against the living room wall, as if quick movements would start something new. “I just -- uh -- I’m sorry. I freaked out a little.”
Korra’s temper was fading at Mako’s apology. Her shoulders slumped and she let out a breath, turning around. She stomped back into the living room, coming to stand in front of him. “So what is this, then?” She was gesturing between them, lifting her brows. Because she really needed an answer to that.
Unfortunately, even though he was very close to the situation -- as close as she was, really -- Mako didn’t have the answer to that. Not really. They weren’t a typical couple. Hell, they weren’t really even a couple. They were just two people that circled each other cautiously in hopes of getting along and something more. Or something. It was so hard to tell.
Mako looked at her, then the floor, and then ceiling. Back at her again. His rose his eyebrows thoughtfully, bit his bottom lip in a way that was nearly shy -- a little afraid of what he might say. Finally, though, he spoke, “Fire.” Because when it came down to it, that made sense. They were intense, hot. A little dangerous -- hard to control.
Korra’s eyes softened a bit at that, the description was almost perfect for them. She was just watching him, silent, for a long moment. Considering his words, it was almost too weird how it described their dream selves as well. He’d always been better with words, while she depended on her physicality to get her point across.
So, deciding not to deny her nature, Korra moved a step closer, placing a hand at the back of Mako’s neck as she connected her lips with his.
Sometimes Mako couldn’t help but wonder if they could somehow cut through all the rest of the yelling fighting and get straight to this part of their meetings straight away. Somehow though, he felt that maybe that might ruin the poignancy of it all. God, he was such an English major. Who used the word poignancy, anyway?
He pulled her closer yet, until he was leaned against the wall and her hips were flush with his. Even when they so clearly were getting on better than before, Mako saw no reason not to bring a bit of a teeth gnashing into it, nibbling on her lower lip.
They were both aggressive, even if they were getting along at the moment. Korra moved her hands to Mako’s shoulders as he pulled her closer, keeping his back flush against the wall. She sucked in a breath as he chewed her lip, and returned the favour. Though, being who she was, she secured his lip between her teeth and pulled it back. Letting it go, she paused for a breath and met his eyes, just smiling at him. Should they be worried she was smiling so much?
Just as much as they should have been worried about any expression Korra made. It wasn’t even necessarily the expression, but more the fact that it could change into something else completely that easily.
Mako might have been just good enough with words, but it didn’t really mean he was the cleverest of all men (although he tried, a little) and so he did not find himself worried at all. Instead, he smiled back, dipping his head down a little so that he might kiss her again. At least this was the sort of abuse that came with good things; the kind he’d take without complaint of any kind.
Korra had secured her arms around Mako’s neck, keeping him down at her level for a moment before rising up on her toes and getting to his. She had the back of his head pressed against the wall before disconnecting her lips from his. Moving her head down, her arms slipped back down to hold him there while she bit -- quite hard, probably -- just above his collarbone.
That was going to leave a mark. Mako couldn’t say he minded -- after all, even if he did do modeling (he had none lined up currently), he’d seen the make up artists do more than wonders on all sorts of things.
“Jesus,” he muttered out, fingers slipping under her shirt and nails leaving little crescent marks on her hips. Tit for tat.
It wasn’t her name, but the brunette would take it. That was always a good word. She grinned into his throat as he slipped his hands around her waist. At the pressure and cutting pain of his fingers into her hips, she made a slight, muffled noise against his throat that turned into his name. Her chest rose up and pressed against him as she once again brought her lips back to his, assaulting them in the only way Korra could: savagely, cutting, biting.
She was a bit of a savage, wasn’t she? Again, reiterated, but never quite a redundancy, Mako really just didn’t mind. At all. Except for when he tried retaliating at the same time and their teeth clicked together nearly painfully, and Mako pulled his head back quickly enough to hit against the wall with yet another clunk. “Fuck.”
And that is why you leave the control in Korra’s hands, Mako. It’s just going to get you hurt.
Korra didn’t seem to react to Mako hitting his head, she was simply grinning (looking a bit like she’d enjoyed the painful teeth clashing) and a low rumble of a laugh followed it. She took a step back (sad to be leaving, but knowing where she was going), and bundled up the collar of his shirt in a fist.
“Bedroom,” she demanded, one-wording it so he knew it was a command. She hadn’t had the tour, so she could only guess where it would be. And with Korra’s luck, they’d end up in a closet before anything else. So she’d wait for Mako to point the direction.
The truth of the matter was whether left to his own devices or Korra’s, Mako was still probably going to get hurt. It was just the level of pleasure in it that might vary.
“Yes ma’am,” Mako said, and although it might have normally come out smugly, or with a tinge of sarcasm, this time it just didn’t. He hooked one of his hands into hers and pulled her in the direction of his bedroom. It was really just down the hall past the bathroom. Luckily, it wasn’t a room he used for anything other than sleeping so it was pretty clean.
They didn’t even make it to the bed before he pushed her against a wall in order to capture another kiss. Everything about these two was stealing, capturing, taking. Even with consent, there seemed to be a distinct lack of.
Korra wasn’t complaining. Not at all. Back against the wall, she secured a hand in Mako’s hair while the other was pressed firmly against his cheek. The one in his hair pulled at the short strands, establishing that even though her back was against the wall, she was still very much in control.
Hooking one of her ankles around Mako’s calf, Korra made use of the grin on her lips by biting Mako’s lower lip. Quite hard, really. She was testing out their barriers, boundaries, and though she wasn’t quite thinking on it (a creature of instinct, she had gone a bit animalistic) and was slightly inexperienced, she knew exactly what she was doing. And when to stop.
That is, if he wanted her to stop.
He didn’t though -- even when between their lips and kisses their normal tastes of clean and toothbrushed minty turned into a coppery metallic (he realized, a little dimly that she’d bit him hard enough to draw blood) -- Mako saw no reason to want her to stop. This beat awkward dinners and bringing boring girls boring flowers. It beat curfews and meeting parents and - whatever norm was usually set. Hair pulling was something he could get used to.
Letting out a little noise between a whimper and a growl (hey, why choose just one?), Mako moved his hands from their perch on Korra’s waist -- his grip was rough on her shirt as he moved to pull it off of her.
Korra took the hint, raising her arms awkwardly as she pulled her head away from his, bumping her head against the wall (similar to his earlier) as she did. They really were a bit of a mess. There was something to be said for getting lost in the moment.
Well, there might have been something to be said for that, except they were lost in the moment, and therefore finding a reasoning for admitting it seemed rather counterproductive.
He didn’t laugh at her as she bumped her head against the wall, only took the given opportunity to tear her shirt off fully, dropping it carelessly behind them on the floor. “Fuck,” he said, because he never was the most eloquent of men. “You’re hot.”
Certainly not eloquent, but at least it was appreciated. Korra took his moment’s pause to her advantage, using the leg around his calf to knock off his balance a bit. Pushing him to the side, she had him pressed up against the wall again within moments. A battle for power, and she’d won this round.
She was kissing him (hard) again, distracting Mako while she looped her arms around her back and unhooked her bra, but not removing it. She was really quite nice in that, because bras are hard, man. Her hands were at the base of Mako’s shirt a moment after, not wasting any time with getting them both entirely unclothed.
Bras are hard man, but really, Korra, give Mako some credit. It’s not like he’d never gotten a lady undressed before. In fact, had she not been so impatient, she might have realized that he had that shit down to a one handed science.
Still, the help was appreciated, if only because it meant they were getting somewhere faster. And right now, that seemed great. Some people might be slow and loving -- might take the time to learn their partners’ curves and dips and every little detail. Mako was more of a If we do this enough, we’ll get it sort of guy. He had a feeling Korra’s sentiments were similar.
He slipped the bra straps off of her shoulders even as they kissed in that way that was wholly theirs and should have been labeled as painful, but just wasn’t. If he had a remark to make about losing this particular battle, he didn’t say so, even as the curve of his spine pressed up against the wall.
As self-conscious as Korra could be, she wasn’t really thinking on that as she stepped back from Mako, half-naked. He would get a nice view for a moment when her lips disconnected from his, backing away. She was chewing on her lip, looking rather coy about this all, watching him with her big blue eyes. She looped her long fingers into the waistband of his pants and tugged him away from the wall, urging him to follow.
As if he needed to be told twice. In any case, the Asian boy was getting a little too worked up, and was pretty fucking excited at the prospect of getting his jeans off soon because there was pain and then there was pain, and he would have much rathered the other kind, thanks.
To his own credit, he did not stumble, even with her fingers deterring his stride. To his other bit of credit, the shades were drawn in his room and the only people who got to watch this oncoming awesomeness (and probably... bloodletting, because jesus Korra) was the two of them.
Korra had backed up until her calves hit the end of Mako’s bed, sitting back while she kept him standing between her legs. Now more at stomach height, she made work of those jeans he was so concerned about, pulling them until they dropped on their own.
Instead of bothering with anything else for the moment, the brunette half-stood, pressed her chest to Mako’s as she claimed his lips again. Biting, teasing, still testing her limits with him. She secured her arms around him and dug her nails into Mako’s back, drawing them down as she gasped against his mouth. If she were a better person, she might be concerned that she was enjoying this as much as she was.
What concern could there really be though, when they were both so obviously enjoying themselves? Mako’s particular enjoyment was more than obvious, he was sure, as she pressed close to him. His own fingers -- usually deft and graceful - fumbled with the button on her pants -- working almost stupidly to get them undone. Her nails on his back were decidedly distracting; he knew that later on, he’d have more than a few marks to bare for this particular tryst.
He let out a little huff of breath, something between pained and frustrated and moved a little -- just enough to end the kiss, grazing teeth and lips against her jawline and down her neck.
Leaning her head back to allow him better access, Korra wiggled and stepped out of her jeans. She moved her hands from his back to his hips, digging her fingers into the bones there. Finding herself now trapped between Mako and the bed, she let him have his way. Because him paying attention to her neck was quite nice, actually. She gasped when he bit a particularly sensitive spot, grinning. And she could let that happen for a bit longer.
It was quite nice, wasn’t it? But if Korra was really letting him have his way, and she was trapped between bed and him -- well. He saw no reason at all to not gentle push her until she was down on the bed instead. Mako grinned down at her, lips bruised and red from kissing and bites, but he still seemed cheerful; a little silly.
Back hitting the bed, Korra wouldn’t say she was surprised by his choice. Feeling a bit awkward now with Mako in control (read: Korra the control freak) and standing over her, she just returned his grin with a small smile. And fidgeted a bit, pushing herself up onto her elbows as she met his eyes. “What?” she asked when his watching and grinning went on long enough for her to feel just that little bit of discomfort. Self-conscious, remember? Takes like two damn seconds.
“What?” Mako repeated, eyebrows raising immediately, because she was so damn self conscious that she made him feel self conscious. “I just thought -- you know. You’re really hot.” This wasn’t the normal way of making out with a girl -- even he knew that -- and so suddenly, despite bruises and biting and rough groping and shirtlessness, he looked a little unsure. Maybe he should have just let her stay in control.
“You already said that,” she pointed out, raising an eyebrow. They were both so awkward together. How could they be hooking up right now with all the awkward in the room?
Oh, right, because they just couldn’t keep their hands (or teeth or mouths or anything) off of each other. Speaking of which, Korra grabbed Mako’s hand and pulled him down on top of her. Because if he was going to get awkward with control, damnit she was going to take it and rock his goddamn world.
“I can’t say it agai--ouf!” And then he was basically straddling her, and that was pretty fucking cool all on its own. And actually, you know, yes please, he would like a world-rocking. He resisted the urge to tell her hello, and decided to give a grope a go instead.
Korra arched her back under Mako, her hands moving from his to wrap under his arms and grasp his shoulders. As she smiled up at him -- hi there, grope fest -- she made a noise that really couldn’t be called anything. But it was totally a good one. “Only if you mean it,” she said, voice a bit husky and deep. And, licking his bruised and battered lips first, bottom to top, she dove right back into the kissing that had made them that way in the first place.
All good. He liked the kissing. Plus when she was bruising his lips with such interest, it made him feel like a little bit less of a creep for feeling her up. And, you know, since theirs was a relationship based on vague abuse, he saw no harm in pinching, and then gently pulling at her nipples. All's fair in love and war, etc etc.
Had she given him a chance to respond, Mako might have told Korra that of course he meant it. He didn't say things that he didn't mean. Usually. Well. Not in this case, anyway.
Korra, meanwhile, was making noises that quite resembled purr’s -- something that would most likely get stuck in Mako’s head for a while.
When she was a bit less distracted, and keeping his attention elsewhere (her hands had drifted to the muscles on his stomach), the Avatar looped a leg around one of his. And then, with a firm shove to one side, flipped them over. Korra on top, she sat on his hips and made work on any of the clothing that Mako still had on because I am way too goddamn lazy to scroll up, and nobody’s going to read this anyway.
She stood off the bed for a moment, ripped those pants off of him, and whatever was underneath (boxers or briefs, Mako?). She ran her fingernails up from his knees to his hips, giving them a squeeze as she wiggled out of her underwear/panties (shudder)/whatever. Pushing her hands up further, her hands secured on his shoulders as she sat back on his hips, and went back to work on paying attention to his neck. Bite, lick, etc.
This thread has gone to a weird, shit place. But boxer briefs, thanks very much, because Mako is totally a metrosexual and a model and he respects himself. That’s just how it works. Anyway, she was hot and she still had blue hair which was even hotter, and Mako let out a tiny hiss that was both pleased and uncomfortable because she was naked on top of him and goddamnit did he have a condom in his wallet or no?
His fingers found purchase on her waist again, because that was both sexy and safe, and he wasn’t quite done leaving little marks in her skin there.
Mako had better have had a condom in his wallet, otherwise this whole scene will end just a bit short. She leaned up, pressing her chest against his as she brought her mouth close to his ear. Wrapping her lips around the lobe, she pulled her teeth across it and let out a small rumble of a laugh. Speaking of condoms, she asked “Do you have something?” because apparently Korra isn’t the type to enjoy saying that word.
“I have lots of things,” he said, but then because her teeth were on his ear and he didn’t want to bleed to death, he went on quickly. “Hang on -- grab my wallet, would you?” Because he’d have done it himself except she was on top of him, and also he was pretty sure redistributing any of his blood flow at this point would just make him pass out. Which was just a fancy way of saying that he had a hell of a hard on, man.
Dragging her teeth along Mako’s jaw, she pulled herself off the bed and rifled through his jeans’ pockets. Pulling out said wallet, she raised a brow and pulled the condom out of it, back facing him. “Always prepared?” she asked, turning around and climbing back onto the bed. Korra might have been a bit jealous if their relationship was at all normal and if she expected monogamy at this point, but -- okay FINE she was totally a bit worried and jealous. Probably for no reason. But she really liked Mako, and he was totally a ladykiller. He wouldn’t have trouble getting girls. And if he was carrying that around everyday, then he was expecting it normally. What a dude.
And Korra: mood swinger of the century. But in this moment, she wasn’t feeling like verbally abusing the poor boy. He’d just have to enjoy her particular brand of fun, she decided as she climbed up beside him and sat on her knees. She leaned over and made work on that magical little latex device while paying attention to his neck again, biting, kissing, leaving marks. And then, impatient when everything was good to go, she threw a leg over and sat back on his hips again.
She was sitting up straight, hands on his chest, fingernails dragging down his torso as she pulled her lower lip through her teeth. Because blue haired and blue eyed girls can be hot, man. Even if they have weird powers, like the ability to set things in trash cans on fire. Totally doesn’t take away from the hot. Or their ability to tease.
The proper response for any proper girl would have been ‘yeah, that one baby was enough. now I’m a boyscout’. But Korra would probably murder him, so no. In any case, she was only rewarded with a nearly charming smile even as he boosted himself up to lean on elbows. There was always something fascinating about a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to take it. Even if that analysis made him feel a bit like a piece of meat.
“Christ,” he said, when she was sitting on his hips again, because she was hot again, and maybe next time he’d just let her set fire to anything she fucking wanted because sweet.
Mako, the model, feeling like a piece of meat. How fitting.
Korra lifted a brow at his curse, smirking a bit to herself. “You keep calling me that,” she said, nearly purring as she leaned over him, mouth at his ear. “That’s not my name.” A clear point, which she felt in the moment deserved a bit of punishment. Involving teeth at his neck and nails in his chest.
But she wasn’t entirely unsympathetic to the boy’s wishes. All while that was going on, Korra let free one of her hands and sat back for reals this time on Mako’s hips, adjusting so that he was completely inside her. Her fingernails dug back into his lower stomach as she sat up straight again, making a noise that was all kinds of happy to be participating in this activity. Because she was. Even if it involved some blood and bruising. Especially because it involved some blood and bruising, actually.
And then they sexed and it was awesome. And Mako might have ended up with a bruise or twenty.