( honestly, she didn't even think about his arm, despite the obvious scar on it, so it's a blessing mako discloses that much in her. she wants to waterbend the pain away immediately, kiss his wound and the palm of his hand, thank him endlessly for his sacrifice in saving them. instead, she meets him with a little look, soft and absolutely loving, eyes squinting at him momentarily. )
Hm.
( new plan. she sits back up, hands in front of her, rebending the metal off the headboard, and wrapping back around his wrists, now free from being held over the top of his head. she bends the whole thing forward, pulling his wrists towards her, and the physically forcing them down to rest on his belly, just above where korra sits nearly naked on his hips.
she lets her hips circles his a few times. dirty talk has this way of always sounding playful, jovial off her tongue - now is really no different. )
You better be good, or I'll stick you on the headboard again. ( yeah. she can't help but laugh, even if it's laced with arousal. she sets one hand down on his chest, flicking his nipple. ) No touch.
( not that she wouldn't love to feel his hands on her - she has a stark enjoyment of all things physical. but, she remembers little hints of mako, little ways he'd keen into her when she'd get demanding or bossy, how he liked having her thighs pinning him to the bed, her fingers squeezing ever so slightly around his throat, the way she told him no when he asked if he could come. small things, building a bigger truth. when she was younger, she had no clue what to do with it, really - but now she's grown, and has some designs of her own.
she really doesn't want to admit how often she's thought about it.
her mouth lays over top his again, tongue diving in to taste him. making the moment a little more seedy, so that when she pulls back and says ) I'm going to sit here. ( and props up his chin to show what here means, it's less likely to be perceived as a joke. she is serious. and unless mako tells her no, she's going for it. )
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Hm.
( new plan. she sits back up, hands in front of her, rebending the metal off the headboard, and wrapping back around his wrists, now free from being held over the top of his head. she bends the whole thing forward, pulling his wrists towards her, and the physically forcing them down to rest on his belly, just above where korra sits nearly naked on his hips.
she lets her hips circles his a few times. dirty talk has this way of always sounding playful, jovial off her tongue - now is really no different. )
You better be good, or I'll stick you on the headboard again. ( yeah. she can't help but laugh, even if it's laced with arousal. she sets one hand down on his chest, flicking his nipple. ) No touch.
( not that she wouldn't love to feel his hands on her - she has a stark enjoyment of all things physical. but, she remembers little hints of mako, little ways he'd keen into her when she'd get demanding or bossy, how he liked having her thighs pinning him to the bed, her fingers squeezing ever so slightly around his throat, the way she told him no when he asked if he could come. small things, building a bigger truth. when she was younger, she had no clue what to do with it, really - but now she's grown, and has some designs of her own.
she really doesn't want to admit how often she's thought about it.
her mouth lays over top his again, tongue diving in to taste him. making the moment a little more seedy, so that when she pulls back and says ) I'm going to sit here. ( and props up his chin to show what here means, it's less likely to be perceived as a joke. she is serious. and unless mako tells her no, she's going for it. )