( korra isn't one to conceal how she's feeling, really - the crust of the earth can feel the echoing clamor of her anger from all reaches of the world whenever it stirs up inside her like an angry pot of boiling water. sex isn't much different. maybe if this was undiscovered territory with someone she didn't know half as well as mako - maybe then she'd find some restraint, some embarrassment in showing him the very soul fabric of her being. but. it's mako, see. she knows mako sometimes better than she knows her own heart, when she's being confusing and difficult and pissing off everyone in the general vicinity, there's a stability that comes with mako. even if he says the wrong thing, or gets mad at her, or they end up throwing fists or kisses instead of talking it out. he always tries. she can always count on him for that.
he's trying now, too. just because he's succeeding, doesn't lessen the effort it takes to do - all this.
she gasps when his tongue parts her, this hot and languid thing, familiarity found in the way he moves against her in a way she found she liked. he knows it without being told, although maybe it's because he was told countless times before - given strict, sure instruction, following after it like a good cop on the beat. )
Just like that. Feels amazing, Mako.
( a stuttered laugh falls right out of her heart as he tugs her down - the smile doesn't go anywhere, teetering off to the side while she ducks it into her shoulder. she gives him the weight that he wants, more pressure as she loosens the muscles in her thighs. both her hands slide through the hair at the top of his head and fist somewhat roughly into it. the added weight means he won't have as much free range to move around, but korra doesn't really want him to have that, anyway. his tongue's out, and korra rocks herself back against his mouth, the wet folds of her lips ground back against his chin, like she's sitting on something a little further south. )
I like the color of your eyes. Keep them on me, okay? ( hers are locked hard on his, making sure he follows that instruction. ) Don't close them. Don't close them.
( she bites her tongue, sits with a little more insistence on him. )
I want your tongue inside me. Okay? You'll do that for me, won't you?
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he's trying now, too. just because he's succeeding, doesn't lessen the effort it takes to do - all this.
she gasps when his tongue parts her, this hot and languid thing, familiarity found in the way he moves against her in a way she found she liked. he knows it without being told, although maybe it's because he was told countless times before - given strict, sure instruction, following after it like a good cop on the beat. )
Just like that. Feels amazing, Mako.
( a stuttered laugh falls right out of her heart as he tugs her down - the smile doesn't go anywhere, teetering off to the side while she ducks it into her shoulder. she gives him the weight that he wants, more pressure as she loosens the muscles in her thighs. both her hands slide through the hair at the top of his head and fist somewhat roughly into it. the added weight means he won't have as much free range to move around, but korra doesn't really want him to have that, anyway. his tongue's out, and korra rocks herself back against his mouth, the wet folds of her lips ground back against his chin, like she's sitting on something a little further south. )
I like the color of your eyes. Keep them on me, okay? ( hers are locked hard on his, making sure he follows that instruction. ) Don't close them. Don't close them.
( she bites her tongue, sits with a little more insistence on him. )
I want your tongue inside me. Okay? You'll do that for me, won't you?