He thinks this is perfect. There is nothing more that can be right and she just feels so good.
He can’t remember how they got this tangled, bodily or personally. He remembers her excitement at watching her first pro-bending match and her surprise minutes later. He remembers Bolin’s subtle hints through out their training of how she was ripe and ready for more advanced bending. He remembers her blush she she asked him for a drink.
He remembers her awkward fumbling through their first date, and their second and third (he likes that she’s so green). He loves the way her nose wrinkles at things she can’t stand or thinks are horrible tasting. He listens to her rant about Chief Bei Fong and how unfair she is and shouldn’t she give the Avatar some slack? He listens and bites his tongue because he knows Chief Bei Fong never gives orphans any slack.
But this moment, this is what he wants to remember forever. Not their first time filled with fumbling, apologies, and pain but this. This time where she feels so good and she’s making that moaning sound that’s just right and he can’t think of a better sound in the world. Not even “The Fire Ferrets win!” could compare to the high pitched keening sound she’s making.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he grunts as he picks up his pace.
He feels her roll her hips in response. She’s so tight and naive he thinks. He loves it when she smiles at him, making sure to meet his thrusts in time. “And to think,” she breathes, “you didn’t give me the time of day when we first met.”
“I thought you were one of my brother’s fangirls.” His voice is gruff. He feels her Continue reading
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Chapter 1: Seethe
Mako is seething.
This much Korra can tell, and she can’t really blame him.
She hadn’t known that going after Amon would destroy the only home that he and Bolin had ever had. When she blasted fire after Amon, she had be too angry, too reckless. She had meant to scorch the man who had placed fear and uncertainty into her heart for the first time.
Except she had burned their home and everything that they owned to the ground.
Korra can’t even look at him because she knows this is her fault. When Amon ascended into the pro-bending arena towards to attic that the two brothers shared she hadn’t thought twice. She hadn’t heard Mako’s desperate plea to wait until it was already too late.
Bolin had been amazingly quiet when he had seen the damage. He didn’t say a word to her before walking out, she had not seen him since.
Tenzin had assured her that he would cover all of the repairs and told her that the brothers could stay with them while their home was being re-built. Even then, her teacher’s gaze was saturated in disappointment.
Currently, she sat in her room and Mako sits on the futon that Pema had laid out for him.
She can’t stand the silence anymore. “Maybe we should look for Bolin?”
She nearly gasps when he turns his eyes to her, full of rage. He doesn’t speak.
Korra wants to be angry with him, in fact, she can feel the signs of her own ire stirring with in her at his silence, but she squashes it down. She doesn’t understand loss. How could she when she’d had everything provided for her since she was a child? Being the Avatar was a great privilege, and while she might have felt caged Continue reading
“I still can’t believe we actually won!” she exclaims giddily. “Like, we actually won the whole tournament!”
Mako grins down at her, opening the door to his and Bolin’s room.
“Yep,” he smirks. “We did it.”
Korra skips into the room, still feeling like she’s walking on clouds; she can’t remember ever having felt so happy, nor ever having seen Mako this happy. They’ve been out celebrating the whole evening вЂ“ it’s past midnight now, and the two of them had decided to head home, leaving Bolin with multiple girls swooning over him.
She’d given her share of the winnings to the brothers; she doesn’t need or want the money, and she knows how much the winnings had meant to Mako; she’s sure Mako and Bolin are going to invest in an apartment of their own as soon as they can.
Mako shuts the door, stepping past her and lighting a candle on the table by the window.
She dances around the room, laughing, utterly happy, aware of Mako’s penetrating gaze following her every move. She stops and looks at him.
“What is it?” she asks curiously.
He shakes his head and clears his throat awkwardly.
“Nothing,” he mutters. “Just thinking.”
She nods, unconvinced. “Uh-huh.”
Korra pads over to him and meets his heated gaze.
“What’s on your mind?” she murmurs softly, knowing something’s bothering him. She takes his hand in hers, eyes still fixed fir Continue reading