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( 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. )

( 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.

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.

( 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. )

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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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ig it's acat only i can metalbend and you can't ??

warning here there be porn