( the city's slowed to a crawl. they're calling it the storm of the century, snow started falling and hasn't stopped. three days in, and every water bender with the city's emergency services is working around the clock to try and keep the streets clear. they just can't keep up. it's knocked out power to nearly every grid but the wealthiest, who can afford to call up the elite lightning benders to aid their plight.
winters aren't normally this bad. they've gotten by before. it's been easy enough for bolin to make them a shelter, and mako to heat it, but this? no. they need to be inside, actually inside. mako cuts a deal with one of the triad members that doesn't dislike him all that much, and they end up tucked away in a small back room of a gambling hall. it's closed down for the storm, and jang says that as long as they don't make too much sound or move around that much, they can stay until it's over. he stresses that if they're found out (and no one is here, it's just he and bolin, but you never know) that he'll say they snuck in and he had no idea, and that'll land them in even more hot water with shady shin, so. it's in their best interests to stay hidden and slink away before the place opens up again. he'll owe jang, which was. probably the whole point. but he'll worry about that later. bolin is always his first priority.
the room they're in is about ten-by-ten, hidden behind a panel you have to push to get into. he thinks it's meant to be for cheating — there are little pinprick holes in the wall that have clear sightlines to the card tables. he doesn't really care about all that, he's just glad to have somewhere to sleep that isn't on the ground. for bolin's sake more than his own. he'd be all right, it's never hard for a firebender to keep warm. but even piled with every spare shirt they've got, bolin still looks miserable. mako breathes a curl of fire into his cupped hands, and lets it burn itself out on oxygen. trying to warm the little space. no power here, either. no lights except their small oil lamp. but it's a roof. )
Hey. You hungry? We've still got some dumplings from earlier.
( while the sun was up, they'd crept around looking for odd jobs. helping an elderly widow clear the ice off their porch had netted them some dinner, but mako had hid a couple of them so they'd have some for later. )
[ At times, it's hard not to peek through the windows of other people's houses and wish the both of them could be inside, huddled around the fire place nursing a cup of warm tea or milk. If there could be others sharing the house that would be just grand -- perhaps a kind older woman who likes to cook, and often needs help in the kitchen. A stern middle-aged man who fashions himself as the man of the house and always tries to impart his fatherly wisdom. When he sees other people and their families he sometimes likes to think up stories about what their home lives must be like. Of course, it's all the work of an overactive imagination; Bolin knows that kind of life is currently out of their grasp. Still, it's nice to think about.
Not to say he isn't thankful for what he has. He definitely is. He knows that the fact they have food to eat and a roof over their heads for tonight at all is all Mako's doing, and that's why no matter how tough things may get, he'll never complain. Wrapped up in pretty much all the shirts they currently have (and even then, aren't a lot to boast about), Bolin still can't stop the chill from creeping in. The little flame that Mako spruces up? Really helps. He's scooting over immediately to get some of that warmth in him.
There's a loud sniff, which kills the mood a little (probably). Bolin still manages to look silly when genuinely miserable. ] Oh, thanks Mako. Y'know, I wonder why they never installed any heat in this place. Don't you think it's gonna blow their cover when they start shivering in the middle of their cheating?
[ And he only caught on to the real purpose of this makeshift bunker because Mako told him, basically. ] You kept some?
[ More like, stopped Bolin from eating them all. ]
( bolin scoots closer, mako makes space for him, lifting an arm to wrap around him. they're both too old now to really... find comfort in cuddling together, but when the situation warrants, well... mako doesn't mind throwing convention out on its ear. )
There's heat, Bolin, it's just electric. The storm kicked it out.
( whenever they are inside, their time is spent in older places with coal braziers. republic city is a young place in the grand scheme of things, but the industrial revolution happened fast, and whoever couldn't keep up was left behind. mako's been working on his firebending, trying for those little sparks of lightning, because if he can master that then maybe he can find a job at a power plant, and all this will be a thing of the past. it's hard to get people to bring him on because he's so young, which is why most of their jobs are odd ones. the triads were really the only ones who'd bother, and he knows full well why — the younger you indoctrinate someone into crime, the easier they are to control. it's why he's been so, so careful in how close he lets bolin get to them. running numbers isn't big time stuff. it's not a hundred percent above board — he can play innocent all he likes, he knows he's helping out with tax evasion — but it's not so deeply entrenched in their world that they'll be trapped.
he doesn't answer the latter question verbally, just pulls an envelope of dumplings out of the makeshift knapsack resting against his knee and holds it out. )
[ Only Mr. Too-Cool-For-Hugs Mako thinks that. Bolin still loves a good cuddle, even when it isn't cold. He's the sort who will take a hug from pretty much anyone, a guy who dishes out his affection freely and loves receiving it back. This is practical too, and not just him being his overly-affectionate self. Mako's like a heater that runs on disapproving looks and sarcasm alone. The moment he gets the green light, Bolin is scooting up beside Mako a little too quickly, wrapping his arms around his brother. ] So warm ...
[ Food, and free warmth? This is better than a luxury hotel.
-- Okay, it isn't, but it is making him feel very happy inside. ] I know I don't say this enough but ... you really are the best bro that a guy could have.
[ He will make an internal note to appreciate Mako more. He'll probably also forget about it by tomorrow. ] Do fire-benders ever get cold, though?
( oh. welp. that's what's happening now, he guesses. the enthusiasm gets a bit of a laugh out of him, and he unspools the scarf from around his throat to drape around them both. not much, but it'll help. he ruffles at bolin's hair affectionately, because although he is definitely too cool for hugs, he's never too cool for comfort. )
Yeah, yeah, I know. Remember that next time you're talking back to me.
( his sweet baby brother has started getting the occasional attitude problem and mako has absolutely no context for how to deal with it. puberty? barely knew her! why can't he just stay eight years old forever? )
Huh? Oh — I mean, I guess. Sometimes. I don't really think about it.
( being warm is pretty low on his hierarchy of needs, all things considered. well below all of what bolin needs, to be sure.
and it's not like he really talks to other firebenders about whether or not they're freezing in this weather. mako knows he's skilled, tremendously so for his age, so maybe that's the difference. saying that outloud would be a little too much like bragging, so instead he just rubs the back of his hand under his nose. )
It... probably depends on the bender. That's like asking if earthbenders ever get dirty.
( it absolutely is not. but it's the closest frame of reference he has. )
[ At some point the bird needs to leave the bro-nest, ok? Thankfully it won't be for another maybe 6-8 years, when Bolin whisks himself away to join an evil Earth Nation army. For now, he stays the same gullible, guileless kid with only an occasional knack for talking back. Where's the fun in playing eternal parent to your younger sibling if there's no resistance from time to time? Bolin barely hears Mako's bit about talking back, mostly distracted by how warm his brother is compared to pretty much every other part of their shoddy little living space. ]
Sure. [ The half-hearted reply pretty much guarantees he's going to continue being himself. This comparison that Mako's making, though? Somehow, this is what gets Bolin to pay attention. Mostly because it's kind of silly, and if there's anyone who loves pondering over idiosyncratic things, it's this guy! ] Hold on, do you think Earthbenders just bend the dirt off of themselves, Mako?
[ Whoa. Now he's really thinking about it. Would that be a fantastic way to keep clean, since they don't always have running water? ] Actually, what if ...
[ Eager to solve this mystery, the ever-curious Bolin takes off a boot, his body shivering in as the cold bites as his ankles. He tolerates that chill enough to kick out his foot and make a punching movement, trying to bend the dust off his dirty feet. ]
[ But then that dirt goes flying everywhere else in a big, dusty dirt-cloud. Now not only are his feet cold, but he's also in a coughing fit. Enjoy being dusty, Mako. ]
( republic city. not the nicest place on the planet, but man. some of the views.
if bruce knew he were here, he'd get the berating of a lifetime. it's not like he's held prisoner on their small mountain side recluse, hidden away from people, steadily training, but. bruce is, by all accounts, technically his father, or at least a father like figure. he's supposed to listen when he says stay put. not only that, as the oldest he's supposed to ... set an example, for tim and jay. be responsible. follow orders. stay still and out of sight.
dick couldn't care less what the other two do, as long as they're safe. jason gambles, pickpockets for amusement, generally reeks a healthy dosage of discourse on the citizens of the republic. tim does more secretive stuff. talks with people in hushed tones, sneaks his way in to watch opera shows, goes out of view and out of reach of dick's gaze, which worries him a bit, but they're all capable of taking care of themselves. bruce has seen to it, made sure they're stronger without their bending than benders with it. it feels good to be strong after what all three of them have been through, but it does feel like a waste, in certain aspects. all this power and nowhere to use it. they just sit in the mountain and get stronger, training for a war bruce has been preparing since he was a boy. they don't use the tools at their disposal to help anyone.
or didn't. dick didn't use the tools at his disposal to help anyone. now he does.
honestly he didn't mean to, the first time. there's always something happening in republic city, and he just happened to witness a crime he couldn't ignore. he pulled a water tribe scarf over his face, dropped a thief at the police station's doorstep, and that was the end of that. at this point, he's gained a little bit of a reputation for himself. helping the helpless, fighting the people who think they're noteworthy. defying authority. dick beats them all without breaking a sweat, and the police - well. they hate him. he doesn't fight arrest when they come for him, but he does always manage to sneak out of handcuffs and confines, whatever they wrestle up to contain him. it's not their fault. they've never had to deal with a lawbreaking airbender before, and dick is just sneaky enough to avoid detection.
it's also, pretty much, always the same police man arresting him. the pretty one, with the face. officer mako.
far as nights go, this one's been pretty quiet. dick takes a perch on a rooftop, mindlessly munching on flavored shaved ice. cities like this never really go to sleep, and dick adores that about it - there's always something going on, someone to see. speaking of. he catches sight of the notorious cop he's been paining in the ass since he started this vigilante business, breaking off from a patrol of cops and going his own way. once he's alone, dick swoops down, landing on a nearby lamp post, blue scarf wrapped around his mouth.
he wears northern water tribe clothes. bruce's hand-me-downs. he raises a hand in greeting at mako. )
Hello, Officer! ( bright and cheerful. overly pleasant. ) It's a lovely night, isn't it? You look radiant. Can I take you on a date? Or maybe ... a game of tag? ( wink wink.) You're it? C'mon, I'll go easy on you.
( mako likes to think he has a high tolerance for being annoyed. after all, he grew up with bolin. he dated korra. he spent a year as a beat-cop during some of the most tumultuous times of the city. he's a detective now, and he still has to deal with every grandmother who can't get her cat out of a tree in addition to all the actual crime. if he didn't love the job so much, he'd hate it.
the blue spirit, as he's thusly been dubbed by people with less (more?) imagination than mako himself, makes him love/hate it that much more. it's like his entire goal in life is to humiliate mako, but not just him, every single generation of his family, on both sides, for the last thousand years.
it doesn't matter how many chains they sling at him. it doesn't matter how tiny the cell they lock him in. it doesn't matter if it's underground or enshrouded in ice or. anything. mako starts seriously wondering if there's some sort of... teleportation trick out there in the bending disciplines, just waiting to be unlocked. he's been meaning to ask tenzin if he's heard of anything like it across any of the elements, but then. there's no evidence the guy can even bend at all. maybe he's using the spirit world, and has figured out how to transport his physical body. maybe, maybe, maybe.
mako feels like he's losing his spirit-damned mind.
that feeling intensifies when the guy drops to a lamp post above him, utterly soundless. mako startles, stepping back automatically into stance, one hand already curled around a condensed, molten-hot blade of fire, but. oh, for crying out loud, he knows the guy won't actually attack him. he actually seems harmless in that way — not to the criminals he drops off in front of the station, but he's never hurt a cop. the blade dissipates in a shower of sparks he hopes demonstrate his intense unhappiness. )
No, thanks, no, no, no and no. I don't need you going easy on me. Are you here for your weekly arrest report or can I get on with my patrol?
( hopeless, he's endeared immediately. if he wasn't so attuned to jason's firebending when bruce has his back turned, he might see the sparks of fire as more of a threat than he already does, given that his own ... talents, just give fire life. air's a natural source of sustenance for the flame. jason's helped him learn how to use it to his benefit, not on purpose because he's never been interested in helping, but as a resistance to pain. you beat a dog enough and it either dies or bites back. that's their relationship.
yes, he's micro thinking even that much, even for as short of a moment it is when he's got his fire going on. that's how to beat out a bender at their own game - think, where they act.
he's happy when it goes away, though. his poise is catlike, or like a gargoyle framing the crests of a building - crouched in a predatory stance, ready to leap. he doesn't, though. he settles, one leg dropping below the electrical bar, the other staying propped up so dick can rest his cheek on his knee. he's hoping the translation here is, altogether, nonthreatening. )
Something, something, it's important not to skip foreplay, something. ( he waves his hand. ) Why don't you let me join you on your patrol? Keeping in mind that if you say no, I'll probably still tail you.
( his smile catches in the light, playful. )
I can't let anything happen to my favorite cop. This is a dangerous city!
(favorite cop. mako just glowers at him, as if the heat of his gaze could convey the surge of annoyance he feels at that. glowing proclamation. that's not even touching on all the other things he says. foreplay? never knew her. )
Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do. But all you're doing is making me look bad. My boss is breathing down my neck every time you skip out on us. You want to make a difference? Why don't you just come be a cop? Obviously you've got the skills for it. And if you're worried about being a non-bender, we've got plenty of those on the force.
( he doesn't want to be tailed, he doesn't want to be protected. he's one of the most dangerous firebenders in the world, tempered by time and his proximity to korra and all the dangerous goings-ons that surround her like a cloying smoke. mako is nothing if not secure in his skills, but this? this is a whole other... thing.
lin actually offered to assign this case to someone else. but the idea of anyone other than himself cuffing this guy... he doesn't even want to think about it. a lot of the other cops are rougher than he is. mako doesn't want to hurt him, he just wants him to play by the damn rules, same as everyone else. )
( his mood is a little dampened. it's not that he isn't aware that he's been a thorn in the police force's side since he started this whole shindig, but he - doesn't want to make mako's job more difficult. he's one of the good ones, and all that. he actually helps, instead of sitting idly by, or getting paid off by thugs wreaking their havoc on the city folk. it's not fair that dick is making him look like a joke to that mean old lady.
an unfortunate reality, he guesses. he actively chose to keep pursuing vigilantism, and all the unfavorable things that come along with that. for as thoughtful as dick is, he's also a little ... naive. it's been good fun, for him. for mako, it's his job. )
Can't do that. I'm terrible at following orders.
( clearly. that he's here at all is evidence enough of that.
with an overly dramatic flip, he levels the playing field between them, landing on the ground with hardly a pitter patter between his two feet. he shrugs, loosely. )
What if I help in your investigation into me? ( the portion of his brain that's supposed to form a conscience, although it generally just sounds like bruce's reproach, firmly says hey, maybe don't do that. the devil on dick's shoulder quietly tells it to fuck off. ) If you let me hang out with you, I'll give you a name. Fair?
( it's the detective in him. a name. not his name. for all mako knows, he'll cheerfully chirrup fire lord zuko before he disappears again, quiet as a shadow and twice as hard to pin down.
that flip is a marvel of physiological engineering. he's never seen anyone move like that. not even tenzin, who by all rights is the most graceful person he's ever met, or asami, who's a close second. mako wants to. pin him down, and take him apart, and figure him out in all the most infuriating ways.
he's never gotten a read of malice off the guy. nothing mean, nothing sadistic. even the criminals he drops off are just... banged up. but it's never in places that intersect with massive pain-points. the broken bones are never compound. never any significant damage to the trunk, the sort that leads to internal damage that leads to death. mako knows he's decent, which is one of the reasons why he's so damn up the wall about it. because if this guy would just. take five minutes and work with him, he thinks they could accomplish a lot together. )
Look, I practically invented this hustle. 'A name' means you aren't going to give me anything even close to yours. And I already know, your version of 'helping' would just be to throw me off the scent.
( it's foolish. but mako is so tired of this. he just pinches the bridge of his nose. )
I know you're connected. I know you either come from wealth or have a wealthy benefactor. I know you must've had some experience in your past that makes you want to clean up the city. I know you hate violence. You know the city, so you're either from here or you have the resources to learn it, and I do mean all of it, so... full access to city planning somehow. And I don't think you're a firebender.
( he didn't have the right. reaction. to the flames. he's not sure how to really articulate it. it wasn't like his body language changed massively, or that he said anything about it, but there was just... something. mako's instincts are sharp, and he's been relying on his ability to read people since he was a child. he knows when to listen to his gut. )
( 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. )
metalbending is now a sexually transmitted ability
( there isn't a war in this or any other world that mako wouldn't stand at her side for. he was ready to die for her back when amon was waging his on republic city. that feeling, over the years, has never changed. she may be the avatar, but he's her shield. the one who keeps her safe and sane and grounded, and he's. okay. with it. when they aren't together. because it doesn't really change anything except the fact they kiss sometimes and tangle up in each other. the love is there. the respect. the care.
and he's got a job to do, and she's got a life to live, and then they both end up in the circle. and he loses the sun and she loses everything, but there are flickers when it comes back. when they're themselves again, and it just. feels normal. feels right. she kisses him and the stars settle in their places overhead, where they've been so desperately unaligned, and he kisses her back. the sun is silent for him right now, but the earth is singing. korra, however, is still very much herself. he can almost see the glow.
they spend a little bit of time just rolling around together, figuring out how to make this work a (second, third, fourth? time?) and then they end up with him on his back on the bed and korra pinning his hands down with metal.
he could undo it. he hasn't told her that yet. or bolin, who'd be devastated by it. but mako can't... sit by and refuse to let himself master something just because of the hurt it would cause someone else's feelings. but he doesn't. he just lets her tie him down and tries not to think about the fact that one small act already has him halfway hard. he swallows.
( 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.
someone has to invent the industry. he just straight up writes avatar fanfic
( he yearns to reach for her. cup her breasts, kiss the dusky peaks of her nipples. she's not a small person by any means, but she's small to him, and something in the way she comports herself always made him want to protect her. he knows, of all the people in the world she needs it the least. but that's what makes him feel she also needs it the most. anyway, it's maybe his oldest instinct, not just for korra but in general. he defines himself by who he can shield, and he's always been willing to put himself between her and danger.
their previous attempts (and successes, too) at lovemaking had been soft and sweet and gentle. a little playful, with the both of them stopping to laugh themselves silly and breathless at all the strange noises skin makes when it's slapped wetly against other skin. he never felt like he needed to perform with her — which was a little how he felt with asami — because korra just wanted him. for all that they would erupt into fighting whenever one of them opened their mouth, the physicality of a relationship came easy to them. like they were just made to fit, tailored to all the recesses of each other's bodies.
this is. different. but he's not against the idea, just. aware of her, how she moves, how she holds herself. his gaze traces the soft outline of her breasts and when she squeezes them his breath hitches in his chest. his breathing only gets more erratic when she takes her pants off, and. yeah. he can tell by the way she does it, the slip and fumble of her hands that it's probably been a while. but she was his last, too, and he'd be in the same boat trying to undress himself. )
I think that depends on your definition of 'fun'.
( not a protest. just a retort. but then korra leans down against him, molding herself to him and he forgets that words exist. her skin is soft, her muscle unyielding beneath it, and she smells familiar, salt-sweat and whatever's in her shampoo, and the heat of her body is a welcome one. spirits, he missed this. more than he can possibly say. he missed this, missed her.)
Just — maybe the left one a little.
( his arm's better than it was, but it'll hurt him to have it up over his head for any significant length of time. he's willing to cope with it, but. korra would be more upset at making him suffer than he would be comfortable with the suffering, and that makes it worth it to say aloud. )
( 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. )
Sheryl is a girl who knows what she likes, and she likes to take charge in bed, most of the time. She likes being in control, and she likes seeing the effect her actions have on her partner. When she touches him, he groans. When she rocks her hips, he gasps. She's the one who sets the tempo, and that's how she likes it.
But she's also someone who can't abide standing still. She can't abide the same old, same old.
And her boyfriend is someone she trusts. So what's the shame with mixing it up tonight?]
You know, I knew you were a cop, but I didn't imagine we'd be using your handcuffs like this.
( the metal is bent in a delicate filigree around her wrists, cuffing them together. but he'd wrapped soft red silk silk around her skin first so there wouldn't be any abrasions where the metal rests. he doesn't care when he's the one being tied up, but he's always careful with sheryl. it's not about any supposed frailty, it's just... how he is.
she's sprawled across his lap, still fully clothed, and he directs her wrists to rest behind her head. he can't help but to lean down and kiss the crown of her hair, thoughtful and soft. sheryl's a little stricter when she's in charge, but mako's always been a soft touch where his lovers are concerned.
being a pedant, though, is the least of all his flaws. )
Well, technically they're not mine.
( he's lucky he's been dating her long enough to actually clue into these sorts of things, though, so before she can say anything or be exasperated by his literalism he shakes his head. )
Uh... I mean. ( a cough. then, in a sort of stage whisper, ) Should I roleplay? Do you want to be some criminal I've picked up for... I don't know, 'reform' or something?
[He's such a dork. Obviously they're not his actual handcuffs. It's a good thing that she's facing down towards the bed, or Mako would see Sheryl roll her eyes... just a little bit.
It helps that he's sweet.
It also helps that it's kinda hot, in a weird way. She has her hands up behind her head, her strawberry-sherbet hair in a loose ponytail, and she feels that metal wrap around her wrists, pulling them together. It's not so tight that it's painful, and the soft fabric beneath the metal makes the bonds actually quite comfortable.
A quick check, tugging at the bonds for a moment, makes it very clear that she's not getting out of this on her own. She's at his complete mercy the moment the metal creaks into place.
That shouldn't make her feel excited, but it does.]
That depends. Do you think you can get into character and keep it up without feeling guilty that doing something like this with a prisoner would be a terrible violation of police ethics?
( he drops his palm against her ass, not really a slap but more of a caress, curving around the shape of her, down to her thigh. that she's beautiful isn't in question — she has an incredible body, and she's always been able to turn him on across a room with a look.
but she knows him too well. he laughs, and frets with the hem of her skirt where it falls against her thighs. he slips briefly beneath the fabric, stroking the soft lacy panel of her panties between her legs. just enough to tantalize before he withdraws it. )
Okay, no. Probably not. I'd be obligated to arrest myself, and that gets messy.
( from there, he tugs her shirt up, worrying it back and forth so he can pull it from where it's pinched between her stomach and his thighs. the one disadvantage of this position is that mako is very much a boob sort of guy, so having restricted access is killing him slowly. he does peel her shirt up over her breasts, leaving it in a tangle somewhere south of her collarbone. he leans down to kiss her bared shoulder, one hand steadying her hips, the other cupping a breast, fingers rolling the nipple. )
Remember your safe word?
( he knows she does, but. he wants to check in first, make sure she's still a hundred percent on board for this. he knows it's... a lot, for her, to give up control in a way as complete as this. letting herself be vulnerable and open. he'll treasure that trust, but he's also not married to the idea of doing a scene like this — if she wants to stop, it wouldn't be more than a bit of sexual frustration easily worked out on his own. )
[Yeah, maybe they should work their way up the roleplaying ladder first. Preferably with something that isn't either of their professions. Definitely not with something that'd just make him feel guilty.
Sheryl inhales a little when she feels that hand, warm and a little calloused, cup her ass and dip between her thighs, a teasing, tantalizing bit of friction against lacy silk that. She's always been one to naturally prefer femininity-- softness, curves, beauty-- but she's always enjoyed how his hands feel on her skin.
She lifts her torso as much as she can given the position (admittedly, not much, with the current angle) so that Mako can work her shirt up over her full breasts, exposing them to the air even if not to his eyes. Her nipples are already peaked, which she is going to mentally attribute to the cool autumn air and not, say, arousal.
Oh, who is she kidding? That feels fantastic as his hand slips underneath her and begins teasing her chest. Again, she inhales a soft, long breath.]
I do. I think I can avoid saying "pineapple" accidentally.
[She says, that teasing tone in her voice as ever, but it's a little breathy-- a little wavery.
She's nervous. Rather, she's anxious. She trusts Mako completely, of course, and she knows he won't betray her trust or hurt her. But signing over her agency like this is still intimidating. She's not entirely sure how this is going to go down; watching videos can only prepare you so much.]
Just don't leave any marks... where people can see, okay?
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winters aren't normally this bad. they've gotten by before. it's been easy enough for bolin to make them a shelter, and mako to heat it, but this? no. they need to be inside, actually inside. mako cuts a deal with one of the triad members that doesn't dislike him all that much, and they end up tucked away in a small back room of a gambling hall. it's closed down for the storm, and jang says that as long as they don't make too much sound or move around that much, they can stay until it's over. he stresses that if they're found out (and no one is here, it's just he and bolin, but you never know) that he'll say they snuck in and he had no idea, and that'll land them in even more hot water with shady shin, so. it's in their best interests to stay hidden and slink away before the place opens up again. he'll owe jang, which was. probably the whole point. but he'll worry about that later. bolin is always his first priority.
the room they're in is about ten-by-ten, hidden behind a panel you have to push to get into. he thinks it's meant to be for cheating — there are little pinprick holes in the wall that have clear sightlines to the card tables. he doesn't really care about all that, he's just glad to have somewhere to sleep that isn't on the ground. for bolin's sake more than his own. he'd be all right, it's never hard for a firebender to keep warm. but even piled with every spare shirt they've got, bolin still looks miserable. mako breathes a curl of fire into his cupped hands, and lets it burn itself out on oxygen. trying to warm the little space. no power here, either. no lights except their small oil lamp. but it's a roof. )
Hey. You hungry? We've still got some dumplings from earlier.
( while the sun was up, they'd crept around looking for odd jobs. helping an elderly widow clear the ice off their porch had netted them some dinner, but mako had hid a couple of them so they'd have some for later. )
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Not to say he isn't thankful for what he has. He definitely is. He knows that the fact they have food to eat and a roof over their heads for tonight at all is all Mako's doing, and that's why no matter how tough things may get, he'll never complain. Wrapped up in pretty much all the shirts they currently have (and even then, aren't a lot to boast about), Bolin still can't stop the chill from creeping in. The little flame that Mako spruces up? Really helps. He's scooting over immediately to get some of that warmth in him.
There's a loud sniff, which kills the mood a little (probably). Bolin still manages to look silly when genuinely miserable. ] Oh, thanks Mako. Y'know, I wonder why they never installed any heat in this place. Don't you think it's gonna blow their cover when they start shivering in the middle of their cheating?
[ And he only caught on to the real purpose of this makeshift bunker because Mako told him, basically. ] You kept some?
[ More like, stopped Bolin from eating them all. ]
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There's heat, Bolin, it's just electric. The storm kicked it out.
( whenever they are inside, their time is spent in older places with coal braziers. republic city is a young place in the grand scheme of things, but the industrial revolution happened fast, and whoever couldn't keep up was left behind. mako's been working on his firebending, trying for those little sparks of lightning, because if he can master that then maybe he can find a job at a power plant, and all this will be a thing of the past. it's hard to get people to bring him on because he's so young, which is why most of their jobs are odd ones. the triads were really the only ones who'd bother, and he knows full well why — the younger you indoctrinate someone into crime, the easier they are to control. it's why he's been so, so careful in how close he lets bolin get to them. running numbers isn't big time stuff. it's not a hundred percent above board — he can play innocent all he likes, he knows he's helping out with tax evasion — but it's not so deeply entrenched in their world that they'll be trapped.
he doesn't answer the latter question verbally, just pulls an envelope of dumplings out of the makeshift knapsack resting against his knee and holds it out. )
Go on.
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[ Food, and free warmth? This is better than a luxury hotel.
-- Okay, it isn't, but it is making him feel very happy inside. ] I know I don't say this enough but ... you really are the best bro that a guy could have.
[ He will make an internal note to appreciate Mako more. He'll probably also forget about it by tomorrow. ] Do fire-benders ever get cold, though?
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Yeah, yeah, I know. Remember that next time you're talking back to me.
( his sweet baby brother has started getting the occasional attitude problem and mako has absolutely no context for how to deal with it. puberty? barely knew her! why can't he just stay eight years old forever? )
Huh? Oh — I mean, I guess. Sometimes. I don't really think about it.
( being warm is pretty low on his hierarchy of needs, all things considered. well below all of what bolin needs, to be sure.
and it's not like he really talks to other firebenders about whether or not they're freezing in this weather. mako knows he's skilled, tremendously so for his age, so maybe that's the difference. saying that outloud would be a little too much like bragging, so instead he just rubs the back of his hand under his nose. )
It... probably depends on the bender. That's like asking if earthbenders ever get dirty.
( it absolutely is not. but it's the closest frame of reference he has. )
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Sure. [ The half-hearted reply pretty much guarantees he's going to continue being himself. This comparison that Mako's making, though? Somehow, this is what gets Bolin to pay attention. Mostly because it's kind of silly, and if there's anyone who loves pondering over idiosyncratic things, it's this guy! ] Hold on, do you think Earthbenders just bend the dirt off of themselves, Mako?
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[ Eager to solve this mystery, the ever-curious Bolin takes off a boot, his body shivering in as the cold bites as his ankles. He tolerates that chill enough to kick out his foot and make a punching movement, trying to bend the dust off his dirty feet. ]
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Look Mako, it actually works! I'll never have to feel the grime between my toes again!
done
... N-Not. My best idea.
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sorry for how late this is
np np!
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if bruce knew he were here, he'd get the berating of a lifetime. it's not like he's held prisoner on their small mountain side recluse, hidden away from people, steadily training, but. bruce is, by all accounts, technically his father, or at least a father like figure. he's supposed to listen when he says stay put. not only that, as the oldest he's supposed to ... set an example, for tim and jay. be responsible. follow orders. stay still and out of sight.
once bruce is out of sight, jay hits him with the, i'm not the one with a nearly extinct method of bending. i shouldn't have to hide. and you know what? touché.
dick couldn't care less what the other two do, as long as they're safe. jason gambles, pickpockets for amusement, generally reeks a healthy dosage of discourse on the citizens of the republic. tim does more secretive stuff. talks with people in hushed tones, sneaks his way in to watch opera shows, goes out of view and out of reach of dick's gaze, which worries him a bit, but they're all capable of taking care of themselves. bruce has seen to it, made sure they're stronger without their bending than benders with it. it feels good to be strong after what all three of them have been through, but it does feel like a waste, in certain aspects. all this power and nowhere to use it. they just sit in the mountain and get stronger, training for a war bruce has been preparing since he was a boy. they don't use the tools at their disposal to help anyone.
or didn't. dick didn't use the tools at his disposal to help anyone. now he does.
honestly he didn't mean to, the first time. there's always something happening in republic city, and he just happened to witness a crime he couldn't ignore. he pulled a water tribe scarf over his face, dropped a thief at the police station's doorstep, and that was the end of that. at this point, he's gained a little bit of a reputation for himself. helping the helpless, fighting the people who think they're noteworthy. defying authority. dick beats them all without breaking a sweat, and the police - well. they hate him. he doesn't fight arrest when they come for him, but he does always manage to sneak out of handcuffs and confines, whatever they wrestle up to contain him. it's not their fault. they've never had to deal with a lawbreaking airbender before, and dick is just sneaky enough to avoid detection.
it's also, pretty much, always the same police man arresting him. the pretty one, with the face. officer mako.
far as nights go, this one's been pretty quiet. dick takes a perch on a rooftop, mindlessly munching on flavored shaved ice. cities like this never really go to sleep, and dick adores that about it - there's always something going on, someone to see. speaking of. he catches sight of the notorious cop he's been paining in the ass since he started this vigilante business, breaking off from a patrol of cops and going his own way. once he's alone, dick swoops down, landing on a nearby lamp post, blue scarf wrapped around his mouth.
he wears northern water tribe clothes. bruce's hand-me-downs. he raises a hand in greeting at mako. )
Hello, Officer! ( bright and cheerful. overly pleasant. ) It's a lovely night, isn't it? You look radiant. Can I take you on a date? Or maybe ... a game of tag? ( wink wink.) You're it? C'mon, I'll go easy on you.
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the blue spirit, as he's thusly been dubbed by people with less (more?) imagination than mako himself, makes him love/hate it that much more. it's like his entire goal in life is to humiliate mako, but not just him, every single generation of his family, on both sides, for the last thousand years.
it doesn't matter how many chains they sling at him. it doesn't matter how tiny the cell they lock him in. it doesn't matter if it's underground or enshrouded in ice or. anything. mako starts seriously wondering if there's some sort of... teleportation trick out there in the bending disciplines, just waiting to be unlocked. he's been meaning to ask tenzin if he's heard of anything like it across any of the elements, but then. there's no evidence the guy can even bend at all. maybe he's using the spirit world, and has figured out how to transport his physical body. maybe, maybe, maybe.
mako feels like he's losing his spirit-damned mind.
that feeling intensifies when the guy drops to a lamp post above him, utterly soundless. mako startles, stepping back automatically into stance, one hand already curled around a condensed, molten-hot blade of fire, but. oh, for crying out loud, he knows the guy won't actually attack him. he actually seems harmless in that way — not to the criminals he drops off in front of the station, but he's never hurt a cop. the blade dissipates in a shower of sparks he hopes demonstrate his intense unhappiness. )
No, thanks, no, no, no and no. I don't need you going easy on me. Are you here for your weekly arrest report or can I get on with my patrol?
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yes, he's micro thinking even that much, even for as short of a moment it is when he's got his fire going on. that's how to beat out a bender at their own game - think, where they act.
he's happy when it goes away, though. his poise is catlike, or like a gargoyle framing the crests of a building - crouched in a predatory stance, ready to leap. he doesn't, though. he settles, one leg dropping below the electrical bar, the other staying propped up so dick can rest his cheek on his knee. he's hoping the translation here is, altogether, nonthreatening. )
Something, something, it's important not to skip foreplay, something. ( he waves his hand. ) Why don't you let me join you on your patrol? Keeping in mind that if you say no, I'll probably still tail you.
( his smile catches in the light, playful. )
I can't let anything happen to my favorite cop. This is a dangerous city!
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Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do. But all you're doing is making me look bad. My boss is breathing down my neck every time you skip out on us. You want to make a difference? Why don't you just come be a cop? Obviously you've got the skills for it. And if you're worried about being a non-bender, we've got plenty of those on the force.
( he doesn't want to be tailed, he doesn't want to be protected. he's one of the most dangerous firebenders in the world, tempered by time and his proximity to korra and all the dangerous goings-ons that surround her like a cloying smoke. mako is nothing if not secure in his skills, but this? this is a whole other... thing.
lin actually offered to assign this case to someone else. but the idea of anyone other than himself cuffing this guy... he doesn't even want to think about it. a lot of the other cops are rougher than he is. mako doesn't want to hurt him, he just wants him to play by the damn rules, same as everyone else. )
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an unfortunate reality, he guesses. he actively chose to keep pursuing vigilantism, and all the unfavorable things that come along with that. for as thoughtful as dick is, he's also a little ... naive. it's been good fun, for him. for mako, it's his job. )
Can't do that. I'm terrible at following orders.
( clearly. that he's here at all is evidence enough of that.
with an overly dramatic flip, he levels the playing field between them, landing on the ground with hardly a pitter patter between his two feet. he shrugs, loosely. )
What if I help in your investigation into me? ( the portion of his brain that's supposed to form a conscience, although it generally just sounds like bruce's reproach, firmly says hey, maybe don't do that. the devil on dick's shoulder quietly tells it to fuck off. ) If you let me hang out with you, I'll give you a name. Fair?
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that flip is a marvel of physiological engineering. he's never seen anyone move like that. not even tenzin, who by all rights is the most graceful person he's ever met, or asami, who's a close second. mako wants to. pin him down, and take him apart, and figure him out in all the most infuriating ways.
he's never gotten a read of malice off the guy. nothing mean, nothing sadistic. even the criminals he drops off are just... banged up. but it's never in places that intersect with massive pain-points. the broken bones are never compound. never any significant damage to the trunk, the sort that leads to internal damage that leads to death. mako knows he's decent, which is one of the reasons why he's so damn up the wall about it. because if this guy would just. take five minutes and work with him, he thinks they could accomplish a lot together. )
Look, I practically invented this hustle. 'A name' means you aren't going to give me anything even close to yours. And I already know, your version of 'helping' would just be to throw me off the scent.
( it's foolish. but mako is so tired of this. he just pinches the bridge of his nose. )
I know you're connected. I know you either come from wealth or have a wealthy benefactor. I know you must've had some experience in your past that makes you want to clean up the city. I know you hate violence. You know the city, so you're either from here or you have the resources to learn it, and I do mean all of it, so... full access to city planning somehow. And I don't think you're a firebender.
( he didn't have the right. reaction. to the flames. he's not sure how to really articulate it. it wasn't like his body language changed massively, or that he said anything about it, but there was just... something. mako's instincts are sharp, and he's been relying on his ability to read people since he was a child. he knows when to listen to his gut. )
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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. )
metalbending is now a sexually transmitted ability
and he's got a job to do, and she's got a life to live, and then they both end up in the circle. and he loses the sun and she loses everything, but there are flickers when it comes back. when they're themselves again, and it just. feels normal. feels right. she kisses him and the stars settle in their places overhead, where they've been so desperately unaligned, and he kisses her back. the sun is silent for him right now, but the earth is singing. korra, however, is still very much herself. he can almost see the glow.
they spend a little bit of time just rolling around together, figuring out how to make this work a (second, third, fourth? time?) and then they end up with him on his back on the bed and korra pinning his hands down with metal.
he could undo it. he hasn't told her that yet. or bolin, who'd be devastated by it. but mako can't... sit by and refuse to let himself master something just because of the hurt it would cause someone else's feelings. but he doesn't. he just lets her tie him down and tries not to think about the fact that one small act already has him halfway hard. he swallows.
playfully, then, )
You could've just asked me nicely.
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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.
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their previous attempts (and successes, too) at lovemaking had been soft and sweet and gentle. a little playful, with the both of them stopping to laugh themselves silly and breathless at all the strange noises skin makes when it's slapped wetly against other skin. he never felt like he needed to perform with her — which was a little how he felt with asami — because korra just wanted him. for all that they would erupt into fighting whenever one of them opened their mouth, the physicality of a relationship came easy to them. like they were just made to fit, tailored to all the recesses of each other's bodies.
this is. different. but he's not against the idea, just. aware of her, how she moves, how she holds herself. his gaze traces the soft outline of her breasts and when she squeezes them his breath hitches in his chest. his breathing only gets more erratic when she takes her pants off, and. yeah. he can tell by the way she does it, the slip and fumble of her hands that it's probably been a while. but she was his last, too, and he'd be in the same boat trying to undress himself. )
I think that depends on your definition of 'fun'.
( not a protest. just a retort. but then korra leans down against him, molding herself to him and he forgets that words exist. her skin is soft, her muscle unyielding beneath it, and she smells familiar, salt-sweat and whatever's in her shampoo, and the heat of her body is a welcome one. spirits, he missed this. more than he can possibly say. he missed this, missed her.)
Just — maybe the left one a little.
( his arm's better than it was, but it'll hurt him to have it up over his head for any significant length of time. he's willing to cope with it, but. korra would be more upset at making him suffer than he would be comfortable with the suffering, and that makes it worth it to say aloud. )
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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. )
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Sheryl is a girl who knows what she likes, and she likes to take charge in bed, most of the time. She likes being in control, and she likes seeing the effect her actions have on her partner. When she touches him, he groans. When she rocks her hips, he gasps. She's the one who sets the tempo, and that's how she likes it.
But she's also someone who can't abide standing still. She can't abide the same old, same old.
And her boyfriend is someone she trusts. So what's the shame with mixing it up tonight?]
You know, I knew you were a cop, but I didn't imagine we'd be using your handcuffs like this.
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she's sprawled across his lap, still fully clothed, and he directs her wrists to rest behind her head. he can't help but to lean down and kiss the crown of her hair, thoughtful and soft. sheryl's a little stricter when she's in charge, but mako's always been a soft touch where his lovers are concerned.
being a pedant, though, is the least of all his flaws. )
Well, technically they're not mine.
( he's lucky he's been dating her long enough to actually clue into these sorts of things, though, so before she can say anything or be exasperated by his literalism he shakes his head. )
Uh... I mean. ( a cough. then, in a sort of stage whisper, ) Should I roleplay? Do you want to be some criminal I've picked up for... I don't know, 'reform' or something?
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It helps that he's sweet.
It also helps that it's kinda hot, in a weird way. She has her hands up behind her head, her strawberry-sherbet hair in a loose ponytail, and she feels that metal wrap around her wrists, pulling them together. It's not so tight that it's painful, and the soft fabric beneath the metal makes the bonds actually quite comfortable.
A quick check, tugging at the bonds for a moment, makes it very clear that she's not getting out of this on her own. She's at his complete mercy the moment the metal creaks into place.
That shouldn't make her feel excited, but it does.]
That depends. Do you think you can get into character and keep it up without feeling guilty that doing something like this with a prisoner would be a terrible violation of police ethics?
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but she knows him too well. he laughs, and frets with the hem of her skirt where it falls against her thighs. he slips briefly beneath the fabric, stroking the soft lacy panel of her panties between her legs. just enough to tantalize before he withdraws it. )
Okay, no. Probably not. I'd be obligated to arrest myself, and that gets messy.
( from there, he tugs her shirt up, worrying it back and forth so he can pull it from where it's pinched between her stomach and his thighs. the one disadvantage of this position is that mako is very much a boob sort of guy, so having restricted access is killing him slowly. he does peel her shirt up over her breasts, leaving it in a tangle somewhere south of her collarbone. he leans down to kiss her bared shoulder, one hand steadying her hips, the other cupping a breast, fingers rolling the nipple. )
Remember your safe word?
( he knows she does, but. he wants to check in first, make sure she's still a hundred percent on board for this. he knows it's... a lot, for her, to give up control in a way as complete as this. letting herself be vulnerable and open. he'll treasure that trust, but he's also not married to the idea of doing a scene like this — if she wants to stop, it wouldn't be more than a bit of sexual frustration easily worked out on his own. )
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Sheryl inhales a little when she feels that hand, warm and a little calloused, cup her ass and dip between her thighs, a teasing, tantalizing bit of friction against lacy silk that. She's always been one to naturally prefer femininity-- softness, curves, beauty-- but she's always enjoyed how his hands feel on her skin.
She lifts her torso as much as she can given the position (admittedly, not much, with the current angle) so that Mako can work her shirt up over her full breasts, exposing them to the air even if not to his eyes. Her nipples are already peaked, which she is going to mentally attribute to the cool autumn air and not, say, arousal.
Oh, who is she kidding? That feels fantastic as his hand slips underneath her and begins teasing her chest. Again, she inhales a soft, long breath.]
I do. I think I can avoid saying "pineapple" accidentally.
[She says, that teasing tone in her voice as ever, but it's a little breathy-- a little wavery.
She's nervous. Rather, she's anxious. She trusts Mako completely, of course, and she knows he won't betray her trust or hurt her. But signing over her agency like this is still intimidating. She's not entirely sure how this is going to go down; watching videos can only prepare you so much.]
Just don't leave any marks... where people can see, okay?