( everything about korra is cycles. everything, whether she wants to admit it or not. sometimes she learns from her mistakes, but mostly? she just makes them all over again, forgets what was so wrong in the first place, and then re-remembers when everything clatters around her in shards of glass. enter, mako. one of the first mistakes she made in republic city, only the result of it had been favorable at the time - she loved him, loves him, felt like they could've take on the world together with only their love and the mastered bending between them. reality is different. she could love him like the sun loves the moon, but some people aren't meant to be. it's a difficult pill to swallow, but at the end of the day, it leaves them with an impenetrable, powerful friendship. and it's. better, probably.
but korra works in cycles, so it's really only a matter of time before she comes back around to mako, to romantics, to. remembering. what he tastes like, his favor towards being meticulous that shines even in his kisses, all the little things that made her love him the first time around. how introspective he is, but how fiery he is, how handsome but mysterious. why didn't it work out? why couldn't it work out now? they're both so completely different than they were back then, some profound change founded on the backs of time and misfortune. he's in the middle of saying something thoughtful, and sweet, that makes korra stomach butterflies thump inside, and she collects him just like she used to, hands flattened on either side of his cheeks, bringing him in for a kiss.
she isn't surprised when he kisses her back. they have an innate understand of each other, some mashup that exceeds the physical, and goes right into spiritual territory. her soul knows his, just like her body does, and even though she's the first to kiss him, and the first to pluck at his clothes and take off his shirt, she knows mako isn't against the idea. if he was, he would've tossed her off, no question about it.
korra's stationed over top him, his fingers diving under the hem of her shirt, but she keeps pulling him off, pining his wrists down on the bed beneath them. he stays for a moment, but then quickly forgets, or just denies, her wordless instruction and goes back to touching her, much to korra's own evident amusement. she laughs breathlessly against him, sitting back, a hand keeping him pinned down. )
I think you need a little inspiration in staying put.
( there's something metal - a cup, or some sort, that she finds with an languid swirl of her hands, molding it into a straight line. with a few juts in the air, the metal responds to her instruction, wrapping around mako's wrists and holding them together, intricately laced with the headboard right above his head.
korra smiles, and wordlessly strips off her top, cupping her hands underneath her breasts. she'll take the restraints off if it seems like mako doesn't like them, but - she likes the idea of having a little fun, first. while she can. )
ig it's acat only i can metalbend and you can't ??
but korra works in cycles, so it's really only a matter of time before she comes back around to mako, to romantics, to. remembering. what he tastes like, his favor towards being meticulous that shines even in his kisses, all the little things that made her love him the first time around. how introspective he is, but how fiery he is, how handsome but mysterious. why didn't it work out? why couldn't it work out now? they're both so completely different than they were back then, some profound change founded on the backs of time and misfortune. he's in the middle of saying something thoughtful, and sweet, that makes korra stomach butterflies thump inside, and she collects him just like she used to, hands flattened on either side of his cheeks, bringing him in for a kiss.
she isn't surprised when he kisses her back. they have an innate understand of each other, some mashup that exceeds the physical, and goes right into spiritual territory. her soul knows his, just like her body does, and even though she's the first to kiss him, and the first to pluck at his clothes and take off his shirt, she knows mako isn't against the idea. if he was, he would've tossed her off, no question about it.
korra's stationed over top him, his fingers diving under the hem of her shirt, but she keeps pulling him off, pining his wrists down on the bed beneath them. he stays for a moment, but then quickly forgets, or just denies, her wordless instruction and goes back to touching her, much to korra's own evident amusement. she laughs breathlessly against him, sitting back, a hand keeping him pinned down. )
I think you need a little inspiration in staying put.
( there's something metal - a cup, or some sort, that she finds with an languid swirl of her hands, molding it into a straight line. with a few juts in the air, the metal responds to her instruction, wrapping around mako's wrists and holding them together, intricately laced with the headboard right above his head.
korra smiles, and wordlessly strips off her top, cupping her hands underneath her breasts. she'll take the restraints off if it seems like mako doesn't like them, but - she likes the idea of having a little fun, first. while she can. )