Tahorra AU, rated M for obvious reasons.
Warning: Sex (derp), dom play, smut, if you don't like that then feel free to not read this and find a happy place.
Disclaimer: I don't own Korra. No one can own her. I don't own anything to do with her or her show ;_;
Korra pulled up the lapel of her heavy trenchcoat, the rain pouring down on her as she walked down a dark alleyway. She looked up, feeling the rain wetting her cheeks, cursing softly under her breath. "Couldn't have waited until I got home, couldja?" she asked out loud. She heard a laugh coming from behind a dumpster, bringing her thoughts back into reality as she focused on the person, putting her guard up.
"Haha... yeah, God's funny like that." said a drunken old homeless man who wandered from around the dumpster. "Hey Gommu," Korra said nonchalantly, her bright blue eyes shimmering in spite of the grey, overcast evening. It was difficult to make out the man's appearance, but given the location, she didn't think that would be such a bad thing. "Hello there, Dame. You're here to ask me for the scoop on that new squeeze, aren't ya? Oooh, fresh meat on the market, he is. All of the private dicks are sniffing for that new one, lemme tell ya." he said. Obviously Yunbo was a native of the Jersey streets. "Yeah yeah yeah, just tell me what makes him so hot, and where his heat trail is."
"Ahaha! You're after this bit of fresh meat too, dickie! Hey, I tell ya what. Yer a buddy. I'll tell you my info for a discount." he waged. Korra nodded towards him. "What do I owe you?" she asked, raising one eyebrow. Yunbo looked at her, and sized her up. "A couple greenbacks would be awful kind of you, but I also take food." Korra opened up her coat and pulled out a bag with a big juicy steak burger and some potato fries, still warm, and tossed it at him. He shredded the wax paper away and instantly began to eat the food as if he were a starved dog. Korra sat and watched him for a minute or two before he looked up and started talking to her between mouthfuls.
"I hear talk he's called Young Blood. To his victims, he's known as fear. This guy-he's insane! Pop, pop, pop! And not one o' them bullets got him. You know how they say not to fuck with the guys with guns? Well he does. And he don't think nothin of it. If you live like me for a day or two around these parts, I'm sure you'll find somethin. You askin for his heat trail? You are standin right in the middle of it, chick. Now, a beautiful dame like you...? Meh, you'd have absolutely no trouble gettin to that Young Blood." Yunbo said as he finished up his meal. Korra gave a lopsided grin as she approached Yunbo, and she kneeled down to sit at his eye level. "A 'beautiful dame', huh? Well, Mister Gommu, you've earned yourself another meal and a buddy for a couple o' days." Korra said, patting Yunbo's shoulder. Yunbo gave a big smile up at her, showing lack of most teeth. "Here," she said, removing her trenchcoat and laying it over his shoulders, "it'll keep the gravedigger from nipping at your heels for a while." Gommu smiled more warmly now, quite grateful for the thick, warm trenchcoat.
Korra stood up, now in her heels, nylons, navy blue pencil skirt and white blouse, her curly ponytail now flat and soaked. She walked off, her hands folded behind her head, the cold not bothering her in the slightest.
Korra jimmied the key around in the doorknob to her flat, and once she had unlocked the door and walked inside, she instantly went for a nice hot shower. Once she was warmed up, she walked out and fed her dog, Naga, some kibble and some leftover cut up steak from the night before. She was recently assigned a case, partnering with Mako. She and Mako had gotten along just fine at the academy, but once he found himself involved romantically with a secretary from a prestigious newspaper company, they drifted apart. And now, she came to find that he had been freelancing cases covertly at the same agency she was working at. It was so convenient, she was suspicious at first. But the man feared for his life, seeing the MO that this man-this Young Blood seemed to go after. It was only a matter of time before Young Blood would come crawling and scuttling after him. Korra sipped at some tea, looking at all of the crime scene photos she had up in her office wall, kicking her geet up onto her desk. She narrowed her eyes at them, trying to think of where all of these crimes had triggered a memory. She felt as if she should know more-as if there were something she should remember.
As she strained to remember, she gradually drifted off to sleep. She didn't wake up until a few hours later when a loud buzzing sounded at her door, indicating someone was at the stoop, wanting permission to enter the building. Taking in a sharp breath and rubbing her eyes, Korra walked over to the intercom, buzzing the speaker. "Who is it?" After a couple seconds, a voice she was none too eager to hear at the moment answered her back. "Korra, it's Mako. I need to talk." Korra rolled her eyes and pushed the button to unlock the door, and she waited for Mako to reach her floor before she checked, and opened the door to allow him in. As she shut and locked the door, she turned around to glare at Mako, sizing him up. "Hmph... well, can I get you anything?" Mako shook his head as he took off his wet duster-coat and hung it up on the coat rack. "You sure? No tea... no sandwich... no why-the-hell-are-you-in-my-flat-at-3-am?" Mako raised an eyebrow and chuckled dryly.
"The offer is tempting, but I'll pass." he said with a sneer, before he walked over to her office and went to go inside. "Well gee-wilickers. Come on in, Mako! Lord have mercy, did you forget you don't live here? You really should get checked." Korra cracked. Mako brushed it off and sat in her office chair, playing with one of her pens as Korra walked up behind him, leaning up on the back of the chair. "You know, Korra... I've been thinking a lot about this case. I can't make heads or tails of anything! And Bo isn't helping either. He insists that he keep out of it for his own safety. I think he's still shaken up from the last case." Korra pondered softly to herself. "Really... that's fascinating... tell ya what," she said, pausing to tip her chair and knock Mako out of it so she could sit in it herself, "have a seat in the guest chair like a good boy, and I'll be more than happy to tell you what I have so far. Really, Mako... to be at a dead end so soon? Tsk... I hope we aren't getting rusty..." Mako shot her a glare as he sat down in the chair in front of her desk.
"I'm actually glad you stopped by, in spite of everything. I should give you a heads up so you don't blopw my cover. I found the center of our guy's heat trail. Not a lead-not a lead of a lead-OUR MAN. So I'm going to be staking out the place for a couple days to see what information I can turn up before I can go back and try another approach covertly." Mako looked at her and blinked in disbelief. "How... did you get the info necessary to do a stake out?" Korra smiled and leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. "You have your 'intel'-if you can call it that in good conscience-and I have mine. You see that map?"
Mako looked up and spotted the map pinned against the wall. "Yup."
"You see the large bright red circle?"
"Yup."
"You know the areas within that circle, inside and out?"
"Yup."
"Good. Now you know which areas to steer clear of for the next few days." Korra said, grinning at the little twitch at the corner of Mako's mouth. It irritated him to no end that she never needed his help. The only reason she was working with him now was because it was their client's deepest wish. She supposed extra security was always a good idea.
"Now if you're done, please leave me alone. I need to get some sleep." Mako grumbled something Korra knew was profane. "Don't let the door hit the chip on your shoulder on your way out!" Korra called after him.
The next day, Korra fumbled through her closet, finding an old pair of slacks, and she ran outside and ran them through the mud and the dirt, wringing them out and tearing the bottom parts, stitching on a patch. She looked into her vanity mirror and she back-combed her hair just a little, before placing all of it beneath a page-boy hat which she also sludged up, as well as an old ratty white shirt of Mako's she had stolen from his laundry. She had gone undercover as a homeless person before, so this time around should be fairly easy. She took her room key and hid it beneath her kap and inside the rat's nest of her hair, before she walked down to the basement, crawling out through the coal-chute, dirtying her up some more before she would emerge outside. She didn't want to use the front exit, lest someone suspect she lived there.
Trudging through the puddles of gravel and water, Korra made her way to Gommu's spot, where he was sleeping with the coat she gave him. She kicked a can towards him, and as he leapt awake, holding up a broken bottle with the instant defensive, he calmed and smiled when he saw it was Korra. "Ah, howdya do, Dame?" he asked, nodding his head as if he were tipping his hat. Korra rolled her eyes before sitting beside him, sighing, her feet already bruised a little but not too badly. She looked up at the still overcast sky as it started raining again, and Korra prepared herself for an awefully long wait. "How often does Young Blood stop by?" she asked curiously.
"Oh, you won't have to wait too long. I see that puss-face of his nearly every night." Gommu said reassuringly. "That's a relief," Korra admitted, cracking a grin.
"Hey, is that guy pestering you?" Gommu said after a moment. Korra eyed him warily. "What guy?" "Mr. Fancypants with the red scarf. I saw him headed in your direction-obviously a private dick. Hope he didn' give you no trouble. I can always knock some sense into him if you'd like," Gommu said with a big gingevitis grin. Korra laughed at the imagery that popped into her head, and she shook her head. "I think I gave him more trouble. No worries, Gommu. He's with me." Gommu scoffed and turned away.
"Well if he troubles you, and you need help, I'm just a holler away." Korra smiled at him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Gommu, you're too nice sometimes." Gommu shrugged his shoulders. "It's a quality and a fault at times." he said.
And with that, their conversation came to a slow standstill. Korra began her stake-out, curled up in a ball, burying her head beneath her hat.
After a few hours, the rain started pouring down again and Gommu opened the trenchcoat to share with Korra, wrapping up the both of them in it. She smiled at him thankfully. "Thanks, Gommu. Such a gent." she commented. Gommu let out a hearty laugh before he looked up at the sky. "What can I say? I have a heart of gold. It's what makes me so desirable, you see." Korra laughed out loud and the two of them exchanged lighthearted conversation for a while.
As the time drifted by and the rain lightened up, the sun disappeared behind the buildings and factories, leaving the city in dimly lit darkness and eerily cast shadows. Korra had gone to sleep to catch a quick few, warning Gommu to wake her up if he thought Young Blood was coming by. Her nose and mouth twitched as she dreamed, drooling a little. Gommu watched her with a morbid fascination, sneering, unable to look away as if he were watching a snake eat a bird. "You sure you're a dame?" he muttered. Korra groaned and grumbled in her sleep, turning over, when Gommu looked up, spotting a shadow across the streetlamp. He nudged Korra from beneath the trenchcoat, pretending to be asleep. "Dame... that's your guy," he hissed into her ear. Korra creaked her eye open, hiding her consciousness behind her hat, hearing footsteps of expensive shoes coming closer and closer. She looked up to see a man in a polished charcoal pinstriped suit with a golden pocketwatch chain hanging from his pocket. He smoked a cigar and he walked with an air as if he owned the town and all within. The man couldn't be too older than Korra. And as he came closer, Korra made note of his hairstyle. It was wavy, only half of it slicked back. The other half wavy and in front of his face. His piercing blue eyes caught her attention as he puffed on his cigar, walking past with nonchalance.
It was as if he were asking for trouble.
And with those few seconds, Korra had obtained more information than she could have dreamed of. She felt happier than a kid in a candy store. Not only did she have height, hair style, and possible color, but she had skin tone, clothing style, income level, brands, and that was only scratching the surface. Once she was sure Young Blood was gone, she leaned up, smiling brightly. "I think I'm feeling luckier than usual. I might just stick around for a few more days and see just what hand I was dealt for this case." Korra said to Gommu, who responded with a raised eyebrow. Korra never stayed undercover for more than two days.
Something wasn't sitting well with him, and if the years on the streets had taught Gommu one thing, it was to trust your gut feelings.
The next day went by uneventfully, but Korra did see Young Blood again, this time in a different suit, but a suit nonetheless. She heard him talking to a man who was walking beside him-a shorter but very brutish man-about a business deal they had going down in a couple of days. She didn't notice that the man she was hunting had noticed her out of the corner of his eye, but paid no further attention to her.
She couldn't believe what amazing luck she had encountered! She LIVED for chances like this. It was all like hunting for her. She would have the target in her sights, and she would get it perfectly squared between the crosshares, and just as it is about to run, she nabs it. It was almost like a game to her at times-just one more reason for her to make it her career. She was untouchable.
On the third night, Korra reached into her pants pocket and pulled out the sandwich she made a few days ago, and she handed half of it over to Gommu. "Eat up." Korra sat there, figuring she should be awake this time around. It might look suspicious if she was always asleep. She sat up and leaned against the brick wall, waiting patiently for the young man to go by again.
As a few hours passed, he did. But this time, he had a couple of men with him, and he stopped in front of them, his stance implying he was a bit tipsy. Korra looked up at him after a minute or two.
"Well well well... what is a lovely dame like you doing in a place such as this...?" the killer asked, leaning down to get a closer look at Korra, who in turn got a much closer look at him. he had an attractive and albeit feminine face, but... she had seen his face before. Not from the past several nights either. She looked up at him and leaned further back in her spot. "No money. Doesn't seem like a problem you'd deal with," she said with a crooked grin. Young Blood looked down at her before looking over at Gommu. "Whaddya say I show you a rrrreal good night on the town?" he said in a sultry and silky voice. Korra froze for a moment, feeling wary. She didn't have any weapons or anything on her other than a small pocket knife.
But she couldn't blow her cover.
"What's in it for me?"
"A night you will never forget... and you will be properly conpensated," he said with a dark grin. Korra didn't like the double-meaning behind those words, but she shrugged her shoulders. "Money is money, and I gotta get me some," she said as she stood up. She could tell Gommu was worried, but he should know by now that Korra could always handle herself. And even when the decks weren't stacked in her favor, she had amazing luck.
She walked away with Young Blood and two of his goons, looking over her shoulder at Gommu, who nodded at her as if to say "You know where to find me".
Korra walked down the dark alley with Young Blood and his goons, feeling an odd sort of mood in the atmosphere. "You know how irritating it is when a very dear old friend of yours doesn't even remember your face?" Korra looked down at the floor as she walked. "Yes sir." he turned to the side and stopped walking, grabbing her shoulder gently, squeezing it. "Well... maybe this will help you remember me, Korra." he said. Korra looked up, a panicked expression flickering across her eyes just as Young Blood went to knock her unconscious. She ducked and pulled out her pocketknife, holding it out with her defense up, but ready to strike offensively if needed. She was grabbed from behind by the two hulking brutes, and the last thing she remembered is hearing a loud crack from inside of her as he jabbed a hand into the side of her neck. She yelped, before her body fell limp, the dead weight heavy in the thugs' arms. Young Blood motioned for them to follow him, and they carried her limp body away into the darkness.
Korra woke up with a grumble, twisting and turning her neck, finding it hurt quite a lot. As her last few moments of consciousness caught up with her, she gasped and turned around quickly. She found herself in her office, her wrists tied behind her back to the guest chair, as Young Blood sat in her office chair. He stood up, wearing his undershirt and suspenders with his slacks and his socks-nothing else. Korra eyed him warily, desperately searching through her memory bank to find out where she had seen him before.
"I'm glad you're up. For a second, I was worried I might've killed you. And after all of the trouble I went through to find you!" he huffed. "Mako is still as annoying as he ever was, I see," he said as he toyed with a paper weight on Korra's desk. Korra remained silent, her eyebrow twitching when Mako's name was mentioned. She tugged at her wrists, trying to find the knot so she could untie it. "Why don't you just tell me?"
"See, that's what's so irritating about all of this. You've gotten so far, mostly on your own, so why would you even WANT the answer to be handed to you?" Young Blood said. he walked up, placing his hands on the arm rests of Korra's chair, staring her in the eye. She glared at him defiantly, however she couldn't help but feel something spark inside of her. This guy had game. And a lot of it. She loved game. He nudged her chin up and he leaned in to kiss the side of her cheek. "I'm gonna need you to do a little acting for me," he said with a wink, before grabbing her hair and pulling it sharply back, causing Korra to let out a sudden sharp cry. He then took the paper weight and threw it against the wall, causing it to smash. Suddenly, one of the goons burst into the room. "The stuffed shirt said he'll talk, boss." the goon said. Young Blood smiled at Korra, patting her cheek. "Duty calls. If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen with your buddy."
Korra growled and snarled, hollering at Mako through the door. Once she was alone in the room, she began to work on untying her binds.
As the young killer came inside the office, he saw the empty chair, and was instantly on the defensive. Suddenly the door swung shut and Korra leapt on him, knocking him to the ground, pinning him to the ground. "Aww... poor little psychopath." Korra teased, leaning down to bite his neck. "You tease me like that and I won't know what to do with myself!" she joked.
"Get off of me." he hissed. "Hmm... no." Korra said. He snarled and his eyes went wide as he struggled and thrashed, wriggling an arm free and swinging it around to clip Korra in the shoulder. She grimaced and soon the two were battling vigorously for diminance. Punches were thrown here, kicks and jabs were thrown there. Most were blocked, some were not.
Korra pinned Tahno against the wall by his throat, squeezing tightly. "You're nothing more than a rat in a lion's clothes!" Korra hissed. Young Blood looked at Korra and kicked her off of him and onto the floor before he flew on top of her, pinning her to the floor, biting savagely into her collarbone. "For someone who can't fucking remember a friend's name, you sure talk like you know a lot about me," he mused. Korra kicked him off of her and rolled over to knock the wind out of him via a punch to the solar plexus.
"I remembered who you were when you started this fight, Tahno," the said man looked up at her with bewildered eyes. "Why did you become this beast...?" Korra asked, sitting on him to keep him down.
"You never knew I existed. The one tme you acknowledged I was even alive at the academy was to tell me to get out of the way. I needed to get your attention somehow, and I know just how to twist those quirky, twisted screws you have. A few are loose by the way," he said with that clever grin. Korra grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked on it, forcing his face up closer to hers. "You killed to get my attention...? ARE YOU YANKING MY CHAIN!" Korra hissed. Tahno shrugged his shoulders.
"I flew off the handle a bit. But if I recall, no one is perfect, Dear Korra. Or have we forgotten that incident that I-the forgotten boy-covered for you?" Korra gasped and covered his mouth with her hand. Tahno took that moment of surprise to knock Korra off of him. He grabbed her and dragged her out the door, into the kitchen to find Mako tied to a chair, bound and gagged, having spilled what little information he could. "I'm so glad I got to see you both again. It's been lovely chatting with you. Tahno looked at Korra and whispered into her ear. "We all have a couple screws loose, Korra... the problem is finding someone who's loose screws twist perfectly with ours." he said with a little lick, before he shoved Korra onto the table and walked out of the house, followed by the two goons. Korra quickly untied Mako, before she walked into her office, knowing he'd be trailing after her.
"What was all that about!" he hollered.
"How should I know?" Korra asked. All she could focus on was how... how invigorated she was. No one had been able to fight with her like that, and no one could trigger such reactions from her. One might have called her a crime-happy floozy, what with the way she was all over him and biting him. That was NOT protocol at ALL. But, the thing was... she didn't care. Korra was actually only at ease when she had a juicy case, and she was only HAPPY when the thug was really exciting and thrilling. She needed those thrills. One might call her a bit of an adrenaline junkie.
When Korra sat in her office chair and leaned back, rubbing her face and heaving a sigh, Mako ran up to her and grabbed her shoulders. "Are you alright, Korra? That twerp didn't hurt you, did he?" he asked, inspecting Korra quickly for any signs of punches, but the bruises hadn't started showing yet. However there were some rug burns, scrapes, and scratches.
"I'm fine, Mako. I had a scuffle with him-that's all. You shouldn't have told them anything."
"All I told them was that we'd been working the case for months, but couldn't find any leads until you found one and struck out on your own. That's all. No details. What did that guy tell you anyway?"
"Hmh? Oh, uh... nothing, really. He told me to watch my back." Mako narrowed his eyes at her. "You know him." Korra glanced up at Mako for a moment before nodding and looking over at the unlit fireplace. "He went to the academy with us." Mako took a step back, shocked at this information. "He... has a fondness for me. But that is beside the point. The only person he has an interest, it would seem, is me. And he won't stop killing until he gets what he wants from me."
"...And what exactly is that?" Mako asked in a hushed tone. Korra looked down at the floor, avoiding his gaze. "I don't even know... that's what I need to find out. I need to find out what he wants from me, and if I'm in any sort of position to give him what he wants."
She looked upa t Mako finally, a dark shade to her normally bright blue eyes. "Mako... whatever happens... it will be my decision. No one else's but my own. Do you understand?" Mako nodded his head, before he turned to walk away. As he went to walk out of her apartment, he stopped and turned to speak to her briefly once more. "Naga is in the closet, and you should brief me on where you're going to be next." Mako said. Korra nodded towards the map. "Same area." she said. Mako raised an eyebrow, before shrugging his shoulders. Korra knew what she was doing, which was more than what Mako could say about himself.
Once Korra had let Naga out of the closet and fed the poor puppy, she began putting together an outfit for her outfit for tomorrow night.
Korra had finished primping and pampering herself by the time the clock struck eleven o'clock, and she added the finishing touches by rouging her knees. She felt the tassles of her flapper skirt brushing across her legs, tickling and caressing her lean, toned thighs. She wore her mary-jane high-heels, and her hair was curled a bit more than usual and had a shimmering jewelled pin holding one of her pin curls in place. She grabbed her faux fur coat and went for the door, ready to try to seduce Tahno, AKA Young Blood.
She waited until she was absolutely ready to leave before she rubbed on her perfume, rubbing some behind her ears, behind her knees, and in her cleavage. She never got all gussied up, but tonight wa a very special occasion. She had done some soul-searching the night previously, and had come to find that she had an interest in Tahno. An interest she needed to look further into.
Once she was outside, she stood in the shadows, tapping her heel, waiting patiently for her prey to come walking by. Normally, a girl wandering around that time of night would be a sitting duck for all sorts of trouble, but she was no ordinary girl-and she was looking for the biggest catch of the night.
She saw Tahno approaching with a woman by his side, his arm around her as they laughed and he oggled her quite unashamedly. She laughed loudly and walked beside him-more like skipped. It would seem that she had a bit too much to drink. Korra kicked off of the wall and walked up towards Tahno, making sure he could hear the loud clacking of her heels, before she stepped out into the dim light of one of the streetlamps. She sneered at him and nodded a bit. "Oi!" she called out. He looked up slowly, and his eyes widened as he saw what Korra was wearing.
"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?~" he said, straightening up and leaning back a bit. He leaned over to whisper something into the girl's ear, making her blush and giggle, and she nudged him playfully. "Oh, you!" she said with a high-pitched giggle. "Say, Gidget... how's about I go pick you up at that bar again some other night?"
"What? Aw... okay. But you're missin ouuuut~" she said as she turned to walk away.
Tahno walked up to Korra nonchalantly, strutting arrogantly. Korra raised an eyebrow. "Not that we have an ego or anything..."
"You hear the rumors, Korra, I'm a demon around these parts," he said with a wink. "Just imagine what I'm like in bed~"
Korra smirked. "Around the academy, I don't recall you being all that harmful."
"Well this isn't the academy anymore-"
"Couldn't even climb a rope, if I reca-"
"The ROPE was GREASED!" he said, before clearing his throat, and recollecting himself. "Anyway... what brings you to my neck of the woods? A dame like you shouldn't be out so late. Isn't it your bedtime?" Korra smiled at having gotten a rise out of Tahno.
"My bedtime is none of your concern."
"Oh... but it is. Because when you're in bed, I might want to be right there with you..." Tahno hissed into her ear, before nipping it. Korra pulled away, shooting a glare at him. "Oh, come off it Korra! If you didn't want me to be all over you, then why would you have come aaaaallll the way out here?" he said with that silky smooth voice. Korra eyed him.
"What do you want from me?" she asked. Tahno stopped walking after a second, his shoulders quivering as he chuckled, glaring at her as he gave a dark laugh. "Are you kidding me, Korra? After all of these years... all of my efforts... you still don't know what I want from you?" Korra raised an eyebrow in confusion. Suddenly Tahno darted at her and slammed her against the wall by the side of her neck, the other hand pinning her by her hip with bruising force. "I want to see that primal side that I know is there... every time you've had a case, I've seen how happy you get. You LOVE having an excuse to fight back. You LIVE for the danger. You're such an adrenaline junkie... so c'mon... be a good girl and lemme see that side of you... honey...~" he said, knowing Korra hated that sweet talk. Korra narrowed her eyes and pouted, before she stomped on his foot with her heel and shoved him off of her. "You'll have to catch me first, big boy~" she called after him as she took off down the empty night streets of their city. Tahno gave an excited and feral growl as he gave chase, running after her.
Korra ran rather fast, as if she were a greased panther. She whipped through the streets and as Tahno gained on her she gave a wicked grin and she doubled back quickly, dodging when he tried to clothesline her, and she turned into a narrow alley. She ran until she hit a dead end, but the alleyway was narrow enough for her to begin climbing. She kicked off her heels and began to climb up the wall as if she were a spider, hearing Tahno approaching her quickly. Once she found herself on the rooftops, she quickly took off running again, her feet splashing through puddles of water, the smoke from a few chimneys aiding in masking her presence.
She hid just in time to hear and see Tahno reach the rooftops, splashing through the same puddles, lost in the smoke, his spats getting rather filthy. Korra gave a wicked grin as she held him within her sights, watching him look around, in a tizzy, like a lost little lamb.
"The longer you run from me, the better it will be when I catch you Korra," Tahno called out, trying to coax her out of hiding. Korra snuck around a plume of smoke, taking her hair pin out of her hair. She looked over by an open area and waited for Tahno to be facing towards that direction, before she threw it hard, the lights catching it just right, making it look at a quick glance as if it were her running. tahno took off after the pin, and disappeared into another cloud of smoke. Korra ran into it, but then Tahno pounced on her and knocked her to the ground, growling into her neck as he bit into it.
"Think I'd fall for that cheap hat trick? Hah, think again Honey," he snarled as he leaned up, toying with Korra's hair. Korra glared at him, pouting stubbornly.
"So you caught me. What happens next?" Korra asked. Tahno looked down at her and raised an eyebrow, giving a toothy grin. He then leaned down to kiss her gently. Korra cocked an eyebrow, not knowing what was happening.
As quickly as it had begun, the kiss had ended. Tahno pulled back, nipping Korra's bottom lip softly afterwards. "What the hell was that?" Korra hissed, glaring at him.
Tahno was about to speak when Korra grabbed his coat and rolled them over, pressing her lips so forcefully against his, snaking her tongue into his mouth with such dominance. She loved the kiss, but it was far too gentle. It was as if Tahno were deliberately teasing her. If Tahno wanted to see her feral side, she would show it to him.
Korra let out a chuckle as she ripped open Tahno's vest, shirt, and coat, admiring the chest beneath the clothes. She smiled and trailed a finger down his lean, athletic chest, earning a shiver from the man beneath her. He reached up with his hands to grope and massage her lean, tanned muscles, working his way towards the straps of her dress. Thunder clapped over head, and lightning lit up the sky, illuminating Korra's beautiful face. Soon afterwards, as they lay on the roof in their flustered state, the rain began pouring down again, soaking Korra head to toe, as well as Tahno.
He sat up and bit the side of her neck, dragging his teeth down her collarbone. "Why not take this someplace else so we can warm ourselves up a bit?" he asked in a seductive voice. Korra simply hoisted them both up onto their feet as her response, running back in the direction they came, and she leapt off of the side of the building, grabbing onto a wet pipe and letting its slickness carry her swiftly towards the ground. Once she had reached the bottom of the pipe, she dropped down the rest of the five feet, landing silently on the cobbled brick street. Soon followed by Tahno, she grasped his hand and took off running down the streets. "Where are we going?" Tahno asked, shouting above the rain. "To your place!" She called out.
"Well then, if that's the case, then right this way!" Tahno said, grasping Korra's hand as well, tearing down an alleyway, and running in the same direction as Korra's flat. But just as her building came into view, they took a turn to the right, and Tahno ran up to a different building, equally as tall. Not bothering with the front door, they ran up the fire escape ladders, taking the steps two and three at a time. Korra laughed as Tahno all but threw her into his room, shutting the window closed behind him, closing the curtains. When he turned around she was already stripping out of her clothing, revealing her waist-length brazierre, her slip, and her panties. She raised an eyebrow at Tahno, before she tilted her hip and sauntered into the bathroom to run herself a hot bath. Tahno turned off the water almost as soon as she turned it on, before grabbing her hands and biting up from her wrists along her forearm and up to the side of her neck. "I think we can warm each other up," he said.
"Eager, are we? Mmm... so the talk about you being a ladies' man is cheap, is it then?" Tahno gave a wicked grin. "I only commit crime for you, you batshit insane woman." Korra tossed her head back with laughter, the fight for dominance already commencing, even before they reached the bed. Korra thrusted her tongue into Tahno's mouth, their lips clashing in a ferocious battle. Korra sucked on Tahno's tongue as it entered her mouth, sliding hers into his hot cavern as well, feeling around, committing every corner of it to memory. She broke the kiss finally, and she shoved Tahno down onto the bed, ripping away at his clothes. He had already stripped down to his undershirt and his briefs, so it wasn't too much to work through.
She looked down at his pale flesh, rubbing her hands up and down his chest as she sat on top of him, letting him undress her. Tahno found himself ripping off her bra, and nearly shredding off her panties. Korra gave a wicked grin at Tahno as she leaned down to groan and sink her teeth into Tahno's neck. She raked her teeth down his chest to a nipple, flicking her tongue over it, hearing him let out a shakey sigh as he laced his fingers in her long chocolate hair. She ground her wetness against his growing erection, nibbling and kissing back up to Tahno's juicy lips, kissing him so deeply and passionately and ferociously. She slid a hand down his side and worked it down to Tahno's length, slowly curling her fingers around it as she leaned up, smirking down at him. He eyed her curiously as she just sat there. "Whah... why are you just sitting there?" Tahno panted. Korra shrugged her shoulders.
"Maybe I want you to beg."
Tahno let out a snarl at the suggestion, and he leaned up and rolled them over so he was on top-a feat he achieved with quite a lot of difficulty. He ground against her, wrapping his hand over hers to grip his own length as he began humping and grinding into the hands, making him groan softly as he pressed his forehead against Korra's shoulder. Korra then snaked her hand away from his, simply draping them over his neck. Tahno growled at her, glaring at her menacingly.
"I could just kill you." he said with a snarl. Korra shrugged her shoulders.
"You could, but you won't. Now beg." Tahno let out a beastly growl as he savagely attacked her lips, biting at them and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, thrusting it in and out as if he were fucking it. Korra moaned softly, running her hands through his hair before pulling him away. "That didn't sound like a plead to me...~" Korra panted. Tahno nipped at her lips and her neck softly. "I've never begged for anything in my life."
"You've never had sex with me." Korra argued. Tahno tilted his head as if to say 'You've got me there'.
"Well, is there anything her majesty wishes me to say?"
"Just a please or two. And make it believable."
Tahno rolled his eyes, blushing, feeling so embarassed at being made to beg. He kneeled at the foot of the bed, and Korra sat up, crossing her legs, watching him as he got distracted by her breasts for a moment. She had to clear her throat to bring him back.
"Uh... okay..." Tahno said, avoiding eye contact, blushing. "Please, Korra... let me... give me your body. I will gladly give you mine... I need you, please." Tahno bent down to gently grasp Korra's leg, unfolding it from her grounded leg, kissing from her ankle slowly up over the side of her knee and up to the inner thigh, making Korra shiver with delight. Between every little kiss, he would murmur a little 'please'. Korra then spread her legs around him and pulled him up off of the floor and she rolled them over again. Seated on top of him again, she began stroking his length with her hand, rubbing her thumb gently at the bit of skin behind the tip, driving Tahno crazy. She groaned his name, listening to him moan and mewl as she stroked and pumped his length. After a while, when he arched his back, she stopped completely, which caused a very violent reaction in Tahno. he leapt up and pinned Korra against the wall, assaulting her with hickeys and kisses as he grabbed some lube from the jacket on the floor by his feet. Korra eyed him suspiciously. "You never know," Tahno said with a wink. Korra laughed out loud before her lips were captured in another heated kiss, causing her to moan. She tugged at Tahno's hair gently, feeling him slide a well-lubricated finger inside of her. She gasped and rubbed her legs against his, panting softly as he slid his finger in and out of her tight, wet vagina slowly, but building up speed and intensity. She panted louder and she groaned and mewled as he curled his finger, rubbing his fingertip right over that amazing spot within her. Korra clasped a hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming, to find it was instantly ripped away from her mouth and pinned to the wall, and Tahno had sandwiched her firmly between his chest and the wall. "Let me hear that sexy voice... if you keep misbehaving, I might have to tie you up again," he suggested with a wink. Korra puffed out her bottom lip defiantly, before nipping at his lips. She then groaned and nearly cried out as he began assaulting that spot over and over. As she was about two or three rubs away from cumming, Tahno suddenly stopped, giving a little sneer. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" he growled as he bit and suckled her neck.
Just as Korra was about to protest, she felt Tahno pressing his girthy length at her entrance. She raised her legs and wrapped them around Tahno's slender waist as he slowly slid inside of that wet, tight heat. He groaned loudly, feeling as if her pussy was sucking his length into her. He groaned and thrusted inside of her the rest of the way, causing Korra to yelp, her eyes going wide as she felt the pleasure and slight discomfort. She tightened her grip on him before she kicked his knees out from under him, causing him to drop down to the floor with a loud thud and a grunt. Korra moaned and she shakily sat up, looking down at him with lust-hazed eyes as she slowly began to rise up on his length, and slide back down, riding his length, building up a faster pace as she went.
Tahno watched Korra slide up and down on his member, making him so achingly hard. He groaned and laid his head back, feeling dizzy with how turned on he was. He moaned so loudly as Korra rode him faster and harder, panting and groaning. Tahno watched as her voluptuous breasts bounced up and down with her movements. She moaned and whimpered, going faster, changing her angle, causing the both of them to cry out in unison as Korra braced herself on Tahno's abs, slamming herself down onto his length, making him cum deep inside of her, and she came soon after. She groaned and fell on top of his chest, the two of them panting heavily. She crawled up his chest to kiss his lips, before passing out on top of him.
When Korra woke up, the sun had risen to a high noon, and she found herself in her own bed with a cute little nightie on that she'd never seen before. She stood up and walked over to her vanity, finding a note on the mirror, and a box on the table.
K-
Wear this tonight. My place. Naga's in your closet again.
-T
Korra opened the closet door and Naga barreled out of the little broom closet, guns a-blazing, but she calmed when she saw that she had missed the action yet again. Korra giggled and patted Naga on the head, and she opened the box to find a black sequined open-back 'dress' if you can call it that. Inside of the box was another note.
And tonight you beg for me.
A/N: This was fun to write~ And I wrote it for Deb, and for the Tahorra party on tumblr. :] I hope you like it!~ R&R please, makes me happy~