Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Korra, and I never will. No.

"You said this would help," Tenzin said through tight-lipped movements as hands wrapped around his torso, "and this is not helping."

"I said that I would help you relax," Lin replied with an ingénue persona, which was not a suit that was pulled up easily from her, "and that's what I'm doing."

At one smooth pick, below the belt that kept his robes intact, Tenzin felt the warmth rise to his cheeks, causing them to turn into a crimson shade, and he cupped his hands around the belt, not wanting to reveal his privates to the world, "Lin, this isn't helping, at all, and there's much work to be done."

Now, being a tease didn't come simple to Lin, but she managed to do it when she wanted to. What continued to astonish her was how good she was at doing it. And she wasn't one to pout, but he provoked her to do and say things she never imagined to be a part of her nature.

And so, in one, fluid action that caught the vaguely older man off guard, she wrapped her arms to his front, pressing her hands down on his chest. He released a startled yelp, and in a slamming moment, his chair fell backwards and he landed, quite hard, on the wooden floorboards beneath them.

"Lin," he hissed out, and was prepared to lecture her on the decorum of a young woman, but in mid-sentence he seemed at a sudden lost of words, "Lin."

"Tenzin," she smiled wickedly down at him, her bottom connected to his bottom front and a slow but vivid gesture caused a wave of euphoria to explode in his mind and body, "Sure you want me to go?"

It was unfair to do that to him, now that he had gotten into the mood, to give him a moment reprieve to think rationally. But she knew that he wasn't going to think rationally at all, and he took a short second to look behind her at the piles of scrolls and documents that needed to be read and sign before the morning's end. And then, he looked back up at Lin, who was dressed provocatively, to the point that he could see the pale brown of her right nipple. Even her lips, her lips that had gone usually unpainted, were glistened a deep fire torched red.

"We don't have to do this," her voice was teasing, but he was aware that she was being frank with him too, "this can always wait for another-,"

But as she spoke, he interrupted her with a swift movement of his own, using his hand to cup her head back to him. Normally, he would have preferred a sweet peck on the lips, maybe the crown on the head, but he too could be determined and reckless. His lips crashed onto hers, and he mumbled a few swears and groans that his mother would never hear come out his mouth in person. While one hand bothered to keep her preoccupied, the other caressed her waist and forced her to come closer, breaking whatever gap existed between them.

"Your studies will grow impatient," she said between breaths and manic kisses.

At this point, he managed to pin her down onto the floor, similar to what she had done to him, but he didn't bother to look up at the fallen piles of papers and scrolls. "My studies," he let out a hearty chuckle, "can wait until tomorrow."

And a satisfied expression appeared on his face as her hands traced his facial lines and pulled him down for another kiss, and while it happened, the earth underneath them trembled in ecstasy.

A/N: With all the glorious and magnificent Linzin angst, I thought that I could help balance the mood with a little light-heartedness. Fandom, my feelings have been devoured, torn apart, chewed, and spit out to be mocked. And I don't mind. Not one bit. Because I really like it all, and that makes me a masochist. I do think they could've been intimate, frisky, and loving in private moments; I wanted to work with it. And remember, we are all masochists. All of us.

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