Korra wasn't sure when the lines began blurring between sparring matches and whatever this was. She really couldn't tell you when exactly the aggression and fighting turned into deep, rough kisses.

But it always happened.

Korra was currently attempting to push Mako back into a corner. She used water whips to lick at his feet, and he danced nimbly, but slowly she was gaining ground. Without warning, a fire ball zoomed at her head, and she ducked.

Suddenly, Mako was pushing her back. "You're not gonna get me this time." he said, with a smirk.

Fire was grabbing at her toes, and she backed away, trying to quench it with water, but more sparked from Mako's hand, and she was surprised at how strong he was.

"Watch me." she said, though it was futile. The wall loomed closer still.

Suddenly, her back was pressed against a wall. And of course, Mako's lips followed. It started off slow, but as it progressed, an urgent, rough need made his panting hoarse and her lips quiver. She ran her fingers through his hair, her fingers getting caught in the tangled spikes. Their tongues slipped and slid on slick lips until suddenly, Mako tore his mouth away and began slowly kissing her on the cheek, nibbling the flesh of her ear, and then lightly pressing his lips to her neck. Her fingers shook, and she moaned, looking for the frayed hem of his shirt, frantically trying to pull it up, anything to be closer to him.

She finally pulled it off and began feeling the sharp contours of his body. She rubbed his nipples and he moaned before he pushed her back against the wall, and began pushing off her shirt. It got stuck on her ponytail, and the mood was broken briefly, as they laughed, and she quickly undid her hair. He stared at her for a moment, admiring her beauty, before crashing his lips back onto hers.

Korra felt curious hands work their way along her curves and slowly to her breasts. He gave a soft pinch and she groaned.

"Like that?" he asked, sincerely, though a small smirk graced his lips.

"Y-yes, please don't stop." Korra said, though she didn't like having to beg.

The rubbing and pinching and moans of pleasure continued until suddenly he began tracing her hips.

"What-?"

And then he was slipping off her pants and panties, and kissing her thighs, and she gave a gasp.

He slowly licked and kissed and sucked her thighs, getting close to her core, but never quite touching and she suddenly grabbed his his head impatiently and forced them to where she wanted it, and she could feel his smirk against her, but suddenly his tongue was expertly flicking in and out and twirling, and she dug her nails into the ground, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Suddenly, he hit a sweet spot and she gasped.

"Yes, yes, Mako, right there."

He kept going, his tongue getting more and more aggressive the more violently she bucked against him. And suddenly, everything burst out of her and she screamed his name into his lips.

She panted running a sweaty hand through her hair. She noticed the bulge in his pants, and laughed.

"You next?"