...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.
She whimpering and he knows she's close and everything is too much and he's trying to hold on for her.
"Mako," she finally keens as she clenches him tightly.
"Korra," he responds just as needy as he spills inside of her.
They stay connected, foreheads touching as they catch ...