Speed
(For the anon who requested police car smut)
Korra white knuckled the steering wheel with one hand while the other wiped a scalding tear from her eye. Her blood was as hot as the engine roaring beneath the hood. She forced herself to listen to it, observing the precise pitch of its steady whine just like Asami had taught her. Then clutch, hand on the shifter, to the right and down, next gear, good.
She'd never be as good as her friend, wasn't even in the business of trying. She couldn't take turns or do a controlled skid. There was exactly one thing Korra could do behind the wheel, and that was go really, really fast on a straight stretch of highway, the wind tearing at her skin and hair, driving water from her eyes because she refused to wear goggles. And so far she had found it was the third best thing to do—next to burning Air Temple Island down or flooding it—after an infuriating day of practice and not so aggressive, Korra, and you're just not trying.
If asked, she couldn't have put her finger precisely on the reasons why Tenzin's chiding made her so irate lately. He was right. She was aggressive. But what he'd never understand was that she needed to be aggressive, needed to feel like the elements bent to her will again after they'd been so brutally taken from her just a few months prior, when she hadn't felt like herself in her own body. She couldn't find the words to tell him this, and so she just got angry. And lately when she got angry, she took the ridiculous coupe Tarrlok had given her and drove until she was outside the city, burning up a stretch of road that led southeast along the coastline.
The dark highway unfolded beneath the headlights and met an equally black sky at the horizon. She knew she should slow down, that the risk of losing control rose exponentially as her speed increased, but she couldn't make herself stop. Sometimes, she felt like she was driving to escape herself.
With her eyes fixed on where the center line vanished into the night, she didn't even notice the red and blue lights gaining on her very gradually in the rear view mirror until they were almost on top of her. And when she finally did see them, she punched the steering wheel hard enough to make the horn honk. The police cruiser blared its siren in response, and taking deep breaths in and out, she slowly depressed the brake pedal, shifting through all the gears as the Satomobile slowed and she guided it to the embankment.
According to the law, you were supposed to stay in your car if you were pulled over. But Korra felt like bugs were crawling over her skin inside her pants, so she got out, and made to stomp over to the cop's cruiser and let him know just who she was and it wasn't like she was going that fast and besides there isn't another soul out here. Because that had always worked so well for her in the past.
In the glare of the headlights, the silhouette of a person appeared. "Stay right where you're standing!" it called. But she didn't listen. "Stop it right there!" it tried again.
Her further disobedience drew a warning shot. The fireball glanced by her, and she thought about sending one in the opposite direction just to keep things even. She was spoiling for a fight, and a part of her didn't mind spending a night in the slammer if it meant she got to blow off a little steam.
Instead, she just said, "Hold up. It's me. It's the Avatar."
"Korra?" the voice said, and she recognized it now.
"Mako?" She continued walking forward, and her boyfriend's face finally came into focus, surprise registering in the tilt of his eyebrows just underneath his hat. "What are you doing here?" she asked incredulously. "Are we even in Republic City anymore?" The stretch of road they were on looked desolate, the black shapes of trees looming over the pavement on either side.
"Traffic duty, obviously, and I've been chasing you down for a while." His voice was a little flinty. Korra swept a loose piece of hair off her face, settled her hands on her hips and waited, expecting a fight. "Are you ok?" he just asked instead, and she blinked a couple of times, refusing to let the tears come.
"Just a shitty day," she replied.
"Yeah, well, me too."
"I thought you usually rode a motorcycle," she observed, gesturing toward the shiny black cruiser purring idly behind them.
"Depends on the day," he said, removing his hat and looking back at it. "It is new, though."
His hair was sticking up in all directions, a tiny bit of perspiration forming on his brow, and she had an urge to run her nails through it, to feel it prick against her fingertips with his face nuzzling between her breasts. The heat that had fueled her rage was finding a new outlet now, dispersing throughout her body and coiling tight in the muscles of her thighs.
"So, are you gonna arrest me now?" She made her best attempt to appear winsome and reached out a hand to play with the buttons on his coat.
"I should," he said. "Just tell me you don't do this sort of thing often."
She felt a smile creep across her face and placed her palms flat against his chest, looking up at him as his hands instinctively rose to her waist. "Not often," she said.
"I thought you were getting rid of that thing anyway."
"I keep putting it off." She let her face creep closer to his until she could just press her lips against his chin, then the corner of his jaw, then his pulse. He sighed a little as she did this, but he also stiffened. He was always weird about making out with her while on duty.
"I might still write you a ticket," he said just before she brushed her mouth against his, and she backed off.
"You're not serious," she said.
He raised an eyebrow cockily and pulled away, moving back toward the driver's seat of his Satomobile and reaching through the open window to grab a ticket pad. She folded her arms and tried to resist the urge to swat it out of his hands, waiting to see if he was really going to follow through.
"Let's see," he said. "Speeding. Reckless driving."
"Seriously?" she interrupted. "You think I won't just burn that thing to ashes?"
"Assaulting a police officer…"
She shoved him in the shoulder so that his back collided with the door. He didn't stop. "But first, I'll need your information. Now Pain in the Ass is spelled…"
He was fucking with her, and she sort of loved it, so she cut him off, grabbing him by the belt and pulling him toward her. It took him half a second to drop the pad through the window on the front seat before running a hand through her tangled hair as she crashed into him. His tongue found its way into her mouth, and she savored his fierceness.
"You scare me to death sometimes," he whispered as his nose brushed the tendons of her neck, finding a spot for him to bite down on as she pressed him harder against the vehicle.
"I love you too," she said, her breath catching when his teeth dug in. "When's your shift over?"
"2:00 am," he said.
"What time is it now?"
He broke away from her to glance at the dashboard clock, one hand still on her waist. "2:03," he said, and she pulled him by the shirt back toward her. As she did so, she reached around him to flick off the headlights, leaving them covered in the dark of night, the engine still idling, muffling the sounds their lips made as they popped against skin, the groans that originated deep inside their bellies and vibrated outwards.
As his hands ran over her breasts and down her buttocks, she pressed her hips harder against his and enjoyed the strangled sound that erupted from his throat.
"Come back with me to my place," he said, gripping her backside.
She thought about the length of the drive to his apartment and felt slightly frantic. The throb between her legs set off a sympathetic ache that she could feel all the way down in her toes. "I don't know if I can wait that long," she said. "And I doubt you can either." To prove her point, she slipped a hand down his trousers and teased his cock with the tips of her fingers, feeling it flex at her touch, the soft head already a little sticky.
He gripped her wrist to keep her from going further, and she laughed softly, loving the loss of control when he turned her around and pushed herbody against the metal. She lifted one leg to his waist to bring him closer when she felt her other foot leave the ground and his crotch nudging against hers.
When Korra realized that in all likelihood they were going to fuck in or around or perhaps against his Satomobile, it was equal parts thrilling and terrifying. They'd spent three nights together at that point, and except for that one time when they'd tumbled onto the floor, they'd never left the comforting safety of his bed. But she'd fantasized about doing it under more risky circumstances before, not that she thought he'd ever go for it. There was this storage closet at the station that she'd pictured shoving him into once or twice. And there were secluded spots on Air Temple Island where the grass was soft and acolytes were unlikely to wander by. But a Satomobile had been slowly making its way to the top of her list. That it would be a police cruiser made it that much more delicious. And all she had to do now was figure out exactly how she wanted him.
As if he could read her thoughts, he rubbed against her a little more firmly and asked, "Front seat or back?" She noticed that "out here" wasn't on the menu. The night air was cold, and so was the metal frame of the door. "Back," she decided, and he gently set her on the ground. Breathing shakily, he opened the back door and gestured for her to get in.
"You first," she said, the picture in her head of him stretched out awkwardly underneath her causing her to bite back a smile. He cocked an eyebrow and climbed inside, his head ducking as he folded his long body into the small space. She kicked her boots off and tossed them onto the floor just before he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her inside, where she straddled him over the near seat, her head nearly bumping against the ceiling. With one hand he cupped the back of her neck and crushed her mouth against his and closed the door with the other. The quiet humming of the Satomobile enveloped them, the warmth from the heater a little more comfortable than the nighttime chill.
Korra tried to get her pants and underwear off, but it was a clumsy effort. When one leg came free, she kicked the back of the driver's seat so hard it bent forward. "Sorry," she whispered, but he caught her apology with his lips and tongue, and she immediately got to work on his belt and the buttons on his pants.
"I want to taste you first," he groaned, and she laughed in his face a little, because it was his second favorite part of love-making, but seriously, how.
"Lie down," she said, a plan formulating inside her head. It was a tough order to obey. His lanky body was an extremely poor fit, and he had to pull his knees in to be able to lay his head on the seat. She helped him off with his jacket and wadded it up to serve as a pillow. "Comfortable?" she asked, and he gripped her bare ass in both hands and pulled her up so that her knees were all the way up to his armpits. Leaning slightly forward to keep her head from hitting the ceiling, she positioned herself above his mouth.
"Will this work?" she asked, and in answer, she felt his fingers part her flesh. His head lifted just slightly, and his tongue reached out to taste her slowly, tentatively, and then with more confidence.
"Perfect," he whispered, and his hot breath puffed against her sensitive skin. She braced herself with one hand on the window, knowing it would leave a greasy mark, the other in his hair, helping him find the places where she needed him. His tongue explored inside of her, thrusting as deep as it would go, his hands bracing her hips, a thumb coming forward to rub against her clit.
Pricks of hot and cold formed along her flesh, and sweat was creeping down the back of her neck. Her balance was precarious, and her legs started to shake a little bit as her arousal sharpened to a knife's edge. Her palm got sweaty, and she felt it slide against the window, leaving a streak in the condensation that had begun to form. He held her steady, strong hands digging against her hipbones until it almost hurt, and then she was almost there and almost sure she wouldn't be able to take it another second.
Taking the hand that was in his hair, she pushed his face away from her body a bit and broke out of his grip, shimmying downward so that she could pull his cock out of his pants.
Pressing the curves of her torso against his, she hovered over his messy face and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I'm going to fuck you now," she said, the brassiness in her voice surprising even herself. His eyes fluttered shut, and he groaned her name loud and long as she gripped him and lowered herself down onto him, biting her lip and whimpering slightly at the fullness, the friction, realizing she'd have to be careful since they were playing without a safety net.
It was different, a little more rough, a little less smooth, the feel of him thrusting back against her a little more intense, deliciously unsustainable. She pulled herself nearly all the way off and then slammed back onto him half a dozen times, fingernails running up underneath his rumpled shirt to rake down his chest, and then the tension in her broke, and she remembered that in here, she didn't have to stifle the scream.
"Korra," he groaned desperately, and she pulled herself off him, taking his dick in her hand like he'd shown her and pumping once, twice, three times. His hand came to rest over hers as he burst, his climax spilling through the gaps in their fingers.
Still breathing hard, he sat up a little with her still straddling him and removed his uniform shirt, using it to clean them both off before balling it up and tossing it in the front seat and then gathering her against his chest to bask in the sticky warmth. Her legs were still bare, and he massaged the skin on her thigh, feeling the fine hairs rise a little bit under the pads of his fingers.
"Well, I'm not going to arrest you, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist on driving you home," he said, pressing his lips against her hairline.
"Drive me home or take me home?" she asked.
"I'm fine with either. I'll bring you back to pick up your car later tomorrow."
"You mean today."
"Whenever."
She lifted herself off him and awkwardly shimmied into her pants before opening the door. With her boots in one hand, she walked barefoot to the front passenger side and let herself in. When he sat down in the driver's seat next to her, she reached over and let her left hand run aggressively down his thigh.
"You'd better hurry," she said, and the tires spun out just a little bit as he accelerated forward, flipped a U turn, and sped on back to the city in the reckless hours of early morning.