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 sight.
And she’s down. Again.
“ARGH!” It’s a full-blown screech this time, one of pure frustration, and all of a sudden flames are licking at her fingertips. She smirks. “Play time’s over.”
A stream of fire swallows up the practice gym, smoking Bolin out of his hiding place. Korra can just make out his indignant squawks over the roar of her flames: “HEY! That’s cheating, you’re only supposed to Waterbend! HOW IS THIS HELPFUL-”
“What?” Korra calls, cupping a hand to her ear. “Sorry, can’t quite hear you over the sound of my utter and complete domination.”
“I’ll show you domination.” Bolin kicks up a couple of huge rock saucers and chucks them in Korra’s general direction, catching her off guard. She quickly bends a wave of water from the pool below and freezes up a giant wall, shielding herself from Bolin’s offensive. Seconds later his saucers hit the wall at a blistering speed and the impact is an earsplitting, devastating explosion of icy dirt.
For a few seconds, all is silent save for their heavy breathing. Heart pounding, hand clutching the stitch in her right side, Korra scans the slushy ruin before her, then notices Bolin sitting a few feet away, eyes wide.
Korra grins shakily, drags herself over to her fallen comrade, and collapses next to him in a heap of dirt and sweat. She nudges his shoulder with her own, wincing as the forgotten scrape from earlier twinges a bit. “Truce?”
“Yeah,” Bolin laughs. “Think we have to clean this up, or can we hit the showers? I’ve literally never felt this dirty in my life, and that’s coming from someone who shares a living space with Toza.” Bolin smells like earth and salt and his usual aftershave that’s been somehow intensified by the workout. Korra thinks, Yum.
Korra thinks, Wait, what?
“Uh, yeah! Shower. Riiiiight,” she manages. Completely oblivious, Bolin shoots her that killer grin of his, the one that’s responsible for his veritable legion of wildly enthusiastic female fans. It’s never worked on Korra, she’s proud to say. Nope. Not once.
“I like your delinquent ways.” And there’s something about the way he quirks an eyebrow at her, something about the way his voice dips when he says the word “delinquent,” that shoots a shiver of warmth down Korra’s body, straight to a certain place that, up until ten minutes ago, Korra would never have associated with the goofball at her side.
A very muscular goofball, come to think of it, who’s covered in a sheen of sweat and who smells like yummy aftershave and whose breath is still coming in short, harsh pants.
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 sight.
And she’s down. Again.
“ARGH!” It’s a full-blown screech this time, one of pure frustration, and all of a sudden flames are licking at her fingertips. She smirks. “Play time’s over.”
A stream of fire swallows up the practice gym, smoking Bolin out of his hiding place. Korra can just make out his indignant squawks over the roar of her flames: “HEY! That’s cheating, you’re only supposed to Waterbend! HOW IS THIS HELPFUL-”
“What?” Korra calls, cupping a hand to her ear. “Sorry, can’t quite hear you over the sound of my utter and complete domination.”
“I’ll show you domination.” Bolin kicks up a couple of huge rock saucers and chucks them in Korra’s general direction, catching her off guard. She quickly bends a wave of water from the pool below and freezes up a giant wall, shielding herself from Bolin’s offensive. Seconds later his saucers hit the wall at a blistering speed and the impact is an earsplitting, devastating explosion of icy dirt.
For a few seconds, all is silent save for their heavy breathing. Heart pounding, hand clutching the stitch in her right side, Korra scans the slushy ruin before her, then notices Bolin sitting a few feet away, eyes wide.
Korra grins shakily, drags herself over to her fallen comrade, and collapses next to him in a heap of dirt and sweat. She nudges his shoulder with her own, wincing as the forgotten scrape from earlier twinges a bit. “Truce?”
“Yeah,” Bolin laughs. “Think we have to clean this up, or can we hit the showers? I’ve literally never felt this dirty in my life, and that’s coming from someone who shares a living space with Toza.” Bolin smells like earth and salt and his usual aftershave that’s been somehow intensified by the workout. Korra thinks, Yum.
Korra thinks, Wait, what?
“Uh, yeah! Shower. Riiiiight,” she manages. Completely oblivious, Bolin shoots her that killer grin of his, the one that’s responsible for his veritable legion of wildly enthusiastic female fans. It’s never worked on Korra, she’s proud to say. Nope. Not once.
“I like your delinquent ways.” And there’s something about the way he quirks an eyebrow at her, something about the way his voice dips when he says the word “delinquent,” that shoots a shiver of warmth down Korra’s body, straight to a certain place that, up until ten minutes ago, Korra would never have associated with the goofball at her side.
A very muscular goofball, come to think of it, who’s covered in a sheen of sweat and who smells like yummy aftershave and whose breath is still coming in short, harsh pants.
Korra gulps.
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