( she laughs. it's a soft, gentle kind of thing, built on her endless affections and also just - the happiness in knowing someone like how she knows mako, getting to be with him in intimacy. it's not heavy, like you'd expect. their emotions are entwined like the crossroads of life, but emotions were never their issues - it was, mostly, an issue with trust on korra's side. less mako's fault. there's no room for doubt between them now, and there's this air of friendly mischief that settles, tossing out the dark, emotional effects that generally come along with sleeping with your ex. he's more than just her ex, she reasons. he's her best friend. he's - exactly who she'll always come back to, at the end of all things, because he's stuck a flag in her life and made himself a constant, stable thing.

her hands encircle her breasts, squeezing once. )

Yeah, but this is a lot more fun, don't you think?

( hands remove themselves, flattening on the broad heights of his chest. korra basically never thinks about anything before she does it, so - she didn't exactly have a plan of action, in binding him up. she can feel it was the right decision regardless, from the rising landscape nestled between her legs. she moves to undo the bindings of her pants, drawstrings pulled loose. there's a little bit of a fumble, while she rids herself of her pants, and it's probably abundantly obvious - mako was her first time, but he was also her last time. there hasn't been room for anyone else in her life, and even asami is. a new thing. not a fleshed out or sexual thing. not like how it ( probably ) was for mako.

she's going to go ahead and not think about that, though. korra halves herself, bare breasts pushed against his chest, while she steals another kiss off his lips, fleeting and innocent in comparison. her head tilts in interest. )

It's not too tight? I've never had to worry about hurting someone, before.