...here were days where he wasn't sure how he was going to feed and protect Bolin. He never told anyone about it before but he wants to tell Korra. He's not sure how to tell her. Instead he kisses her head and tells her "all right."
The warm water makes him content just to sit here with her. He's surprised when she starts kissing his neck; he's the one who usually starts their liaisons. Before he can say anything her lip move to his and her tongue begs entrance to his mouth. He obliges. She shifts and straddles his lap and all he can think is this is right. Her hands tangle in his hair just as he grips hers. He likes it when her hair is down.
Her kiss becomes more demanding and his hands leave her hair and place themselves on her hips. He can feel her heat hovering over him and he wants to bury himself in her.
"Please," she begs. He sheaths himself in her and groans as water splashes over the edge of the tub. He wonders if she's going to waterbend.
She's taking control now. She's moving faster and he knows they've never been together like this before. Her pants on his neck enflame him as much as her clenching around him. He likes her on top. He's not sure how much longer he's going to last.
He bites her neck as he feels himself getting closer. He thinks she senses this because one of her hands snakes down so she can touch herself. Her fingers lightly brush him as they move together.