ok. i... i don't really know what happened. i don't know what this has become. i apologize for the length. i apologize for their inability to shut the hell up and commence with the sexing. i apologize for being a total spaz and making this way more complicated than the prompt required it to be.
ANYWAY. i hope you enjoy this monstrosity, anon :)
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“Ugh!” Korra grunts, the sound a fierce and ugly thing, ripped from her lips as the boulder makes contact with her shoulder and sends her hurtling into the wall. A quick shake of the head, a haphazard brush of the hand over an errant wisp of hair and she’s back on her feet, scanning her surroundings for the source of the attack. She feels something wet trickle down her arm and she can’t help but glance down at the fresh gash in her shoulder--it’s starting to bleed, oh crap, Tenzin’s gonna kill her--but this momentary lapse in concentration is enough to give her opponent the edge. She barely has time to refocus her attention on the matter at hand before another boulder fills her line of
( ... )
The Arena has a men’s locker room and a women’s, with showers in each--thank the Spirits, or Korra’s sudden Bolin-related crisis would be a lot harder to ignore. As it is, she shoves her disgusting workout clothes into a cubby and pads, naked, over to the nearest shower, intent on letting the steam clear her mind of any and all thoughts Bolin.
She turns the shower tap to the right. Nothing. Frowning, she turns it to the left, and is met with similar results. No.
She scurries to the next shower, and to the third, and to the fourth. The place is completely dry.
“Seriously?” Korra says, to no one in particular. Seriously, the showers seem to reply. Korra has to close her eyes and think of Tenzin to prevent a surge of elemental irritation from dealing further damage to the already completely useless locker room.
She opens her eyes and her gaze falls on the door that leads to the hallway, which leads to the men’s locker room, which leads to Bolin.
Well, I need to shower somewhere, she thinks, wrapping the nearest clean towel around
( ... )
Korra removes her hand from her eyes. Bolin’s right there--Korra starts a bit at that, brain playing catch-up as her eyes devour all the new details revealed by his proximity. The hair on his chest, dark and trailing down. The dozens of miniscule water droplets clinging to his skin. His brilliant green eyes, framed by lashes the color of wet ink.
Korra can think of a million reasons to walk away and pretend like this never happened. It could destroy two of the only friendships she’s ever had. It could royally screw things up in the ring. She suspects Mako has a thing for her. She suspects she has a thing for Mako. She couldn’t trust herself to stop.
Bolin smiles softly.
Korra thinks, fuck it.
She kisses him.
The shower water clinging to his lips adds an element of wetness to it, and at first it’s almost awkward. This is Bolin, Korra thinks, oh, Spirits, what am I doing-But then Bolin closes the remaining distance between their bodies with a relieved little sigh, and Korra’s better judgment admits defeat
( ... )
Not breaking contact, Bolin backs them up toward the shower. Hot water hits her body and Korra sighs in relief, feels all the grit and grime from their practice session wash away.
Korra grabs Bolin’s neck and captures his lips again, taking the opportunity to run her hands over the hard muscles of his back. Spirits, this feels good, the addictive push and pull of it, the delicious friction building to some inconceivable peak as Bolin continues to grind his erection against her. The heat pooling between her legs throbs, eagerly anticipating what’s to come.
Bolin breaks the kiss and trails his lips down. Korra opens her eyes in time to watch Bolin flick his tongue experimentally over her nipple. The sensation shoots a jolt of excitement straight through her, and when Bolin sucks gently, Korra throws her head back in delight, hips bucking involuntarily.
Korra finds Bolin’s hand and drags it down. He pulls back a bit, eyes widening.
“Are you-” He falters, gulping. “Are you sure-”
“Yes,” Korra says, emphasizing her sincerity with
( ... )
PART FIVE (THE GRAND FINALE~)wee_em_ceeApril 23 2012, 06:03:55 UTC
Bolin’s features instantly crumble into the most adorably mortified expression she’s ever seen. “I knew it, I knew I was pushing you too far. I’m so sorry Korra, we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for-”
“That’s not what I mean,” Korra interrupts, smiling. “I mean, I’m getting close and…I don’t want it to happen like that. I want…all of it. All of you.” She kisses the concern off his face, reaching one hand down between them. She wraps her fingers around him--Spirits, he’s thick--and squeezes, gently but firmly. “Think you can fuck me?” she whispers throatily, feeling his dick twitch in her hand
( ... )
WAIT NOPE SORRY, THERE'S MOAR (CURSE THIS INCONVENIENT WORD LIMIT)wee_em_ceeApril 23 2012, 06:06:36 UTC
“Yeah.” Korra closes her eyes, tips her head back to rest against the wall. She doesn’t want to talk right now--all she wants is to go to sleep.
“So,” Bolin continues, lightly running his fingertips up her arm. “I think the water’s getting cold.”
Korra smiles softly. “Mhmm. Feels kinda nice.”
“Yeah,” replies Bolin. “Yeah, it does.”
Korra accepts that she may very well regret this in a few hours. Tonight could destroy two of the only friendships she’s ever had. It could royally screw things up in the ring. She suspects Mako has a thing for her. She suspects she has a thing for Mako. She definitely shouldn’t have trusted herself to stop.
“We should probably get out of here,” Bolin says, the reluctance in his voice all too obvious. Korra smiles.
She may regret this in a few hours, but right now, in this moment, she’s happier than she’s been in quite some time. And that’s more than enough to make it all worth it.
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anonymous
April 23 2012, 07:09:49 UTC
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I am in AWE. Seriously, never ever apologize for how much you've written. I could read twenty pages of this, aka the best smut ever. This is so hot and delicious and omgskgjkjg
I'll never be able to look at Bolin's hands the same way, aghhhhhh.
Re: WAIT NOPE SORRY, THERE'S MOAR (CURSE THIS INCONVENIENT WORD LIMIT)
anonymous
April 28 2012, 08:53:53 UTC
You are amazing. You are absolutely, positively amazing. I found this on Tumblr, and I'm hooked. You have turned me into a legit Borra shipper. -BizarreSerenity
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I didn't know how much I wanted this.
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pls 2 make happen. pls?
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ANYWAY. i hope you enjoy this monstrosity, anon :)
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“Ugh!” Korra grunts, the sound a fierce and ugly thing, ripped from her lips as the boulder makes contact with her shoulder and sends her hurtling into the wall. A quick shake of the head, a haphazard brush of the hand over an errant wisp of hair and she’s back on her feet, scanning her surroundings for the source of the attack. She feels something wet trickle down her arm and she can’t help but glance down at the fresh gash in her shoulder--it’s starting to bleed, oh crap, Tenzin’s gonna kill her--but this momentary lapse in concentration is enough to give her opponent the edge. She barely has time to refocus her attention on the matter at hand before another boulder fills her line of ( ... )
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She turns the shower tap to the right. Nothing. Frowning, she turns it to the left, and is met with similar results. No.
She scurries to the next shower, and to the third, and to the fourth. The place is completely dry.
“Seriously?” Korra says, to no one in particular. Seriously, the showers seem to reply. Korra has to close her eyes and think of Tenzin to prevent a surge of elemental irritation from dealing further damage to the already completely useless locker room.
She opens her eyes and her gaze falls on the door that leads to the hallway, which leads to the men’s locker room, which leads to Bolin.
Well, I need to shower somewhere, she thinks, wrapping the nearest clean towel around ( ... )
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Korra can think of a million reasons to walk away and pretend like this never happened. It could destroy two of the only friendships she’s ever had. It could royally screw things up in the ring. She suspects Mako has a thing for her. She suspects she has a thing for Mako. She couldn’t trust herself to stop.
Bolin smiles softly.
Korra thinks, fuck it.
She kisses him.
The shower water clinging to his lips adds an element of wetness to it, and at first it’s almost awkward. This is Bolin, Korra thinks, oh, Spirits, what am I doing-But then Bolin closes the remaining distance between their bodies with a relieved little sigh, and Korra’s better judgment admits defeat ( ... )
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Korra grabs Bolin’s neck and captures his lips again, taking the opportunity to run her hands over the hard muscles of his back. Spirits, this feels good, the addictive push and pull of it, the delicious friction building to some inconceivable peak as Bolin continues to grind his erection against her. The heat pooling between her legs throbs, eagerly anticipating what’s to come.
Bolin breaks the kiss and trails his lips down. Korra opens her eyes in time to watch Bolin flick his tongue experimentally over her nipple. The sensation shoots a jolt of excitement straight through her, and when Bolin sucks gently, Korra throws her head back in delight, hips bucking involuntarily.
Korra finds Bolin’s hand and drags it down. He pulls back a bit, eyes widening.
“Are you-” He falters, gulping. “Are you sure-”
“Yes,” Korra says, emphasizing her sincerity with ( ... )
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“That’s not what I mean,” Korra interrupts, smiling. “I mean, I’m getting close and…I don’t want it to happen like that. I want…all of it. All of you.” She kisses the concern off his face, reaching one hand down between them. She wraps her fingers around him--Spirits, he’s thick--and squeezes, gently but firmly. “Think you can fuck me?” she whispers throatily, feeling his dick twitch in her hand ( ... )
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“So,” Bolin continues, lightly running his fingertips up her arm. “I think the water’s getting cold.”
Korra smiles softly. “Mhmm. Feels kinda nice.”
“Yeah,” replies Bolin. “Yeah, it does.”
Korra accepts that she may very well regret this in a few hours. Tonight could destroy two of the only friendships she’s ever had. It could royally screw things up in the ring. She suspects Mako has a thing for her. She suspects she has a thing for Mako. She definitely shouldn’t have trusted herself to stop.
“We should probably get out of here,” Bolin says, the reluctance in his voice all too obvious. Korra smiles.
She may regret this in a few hours, but right now, in this moment, she’s happier than she’s been in quite some time. And that’s more than enough to make it all worth it.
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I am in AWE. Seriously, never ever apologize for how much you've written. I could read twenty pages of this, aka the best smut ever. This is so hot and delicious and omgskgjkjg
I'll never be able to look at Bolin's hands the same way, aghhhhhh.
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I love you.
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-BizarreSerenity
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