Written for a writeworld prompt. Flangsty as usual. Modern-Day School AU. Korra is a big fan of Battlestar Galactica, in a secret relationship with her law professor, and is in general liking to stir up trouble. Shades of Amorralok. Also, it just hit me that boy howdy, I write a lot of Korrlok smut. HAHAHAHAAH.
Rated M for depictions of sex.
Korra groans against the sweet memories of the night before, trying not to remind herself that was why waking up that morning was turning out to be a such a battle.
She'd spent the evening studying - though "frakking" might be a better term for it, she thinks, slipping into her unconscious usage of the alternative word for the f-word brought on by her obsession with Battlestar Galactica 2003 - with her elegant and handsome professor, the dean of law Tarrlok Yakoneson. There are even times when Tarrlok reminds her of her crush in the series, the tormented anti-hero and all around womaniser Gauis Baltar, though Tarrlok wasn't like him in that aspect (in fact Tarrlok is a bit hesitant to be open with his relationship with her, whilst she is sure Gauis wouldn't be at all) but in appearance the two could be twins, especially when Tarrlok lets himself get scruffy after days of no shaving.
She smiles over the top of her pillow as she recalls sitting at the table with him yesterday night.
She leans over, eyes slanting towards the textbook in front of her. When he's not looking as he's leafing through pages to find a pertinent aspect they need to discuss, she locks her lips with his.
He is momentarily surprised but then kisses her back soundly. She grins at him as she releases her mouth from his but her expression sours at his frown.
"People will talk, Korra," He murmurs, holding her gaze. She notices the pleasurable sensation of a blush crawling up her neck and sees the same bodily reaction is happening with him.
"Let them," Korra declares, pulling him up next to her. She places another strong kiss on his lips and then drags him underneath the table. She feels his legs intertwine with hers as she continues to kiss him, her hands slipping into his hair, loosening the bands on his ponytails. He responds to her desire, kissing her neck in all the little grooves she especially appreciates, which causes her to emit a moan of ecstasy. He slides himself on top of her gently, ensconcing himself so that he is within her as they keep working at each other. She is glad the study room is quiet, since so far they both have been keeping their relationship a secret and she knows they both would prefer it that way, since Tarrlok's older brother is crushing on her too and would probably like to have their relationship become an open one so that he could frack her too, but Korra enjoys taunting Noatak - though in the school he is known as Amon - who is her anthropology professor and gung-ho for equality and is trying to teach her it so that she can smooth over the difficulties in the bond between the nonbenders and benders, but she brushes him off about it.
"You do realise people are whispering behind our backs about us?" Tarrlok murmurs to her as he places a bite on her cheek, making her squeal from excitement. "Including my brother? You should just be glad that he is too kind towards us to let someone in the staff know."
"Keep pleasuring me," Korra insists through gritted teeth, clinging to his long locks of hair that were draping her in a coverlet. "And frak them - I'm the Avatar, I'll decide who I want to be with in this school, damn them all."
"If that's want you want, my sweet," Tarrlok agrees, pressing another strong kiss onto her lips. She feels him explode within her and bucks underneath him, tears of joy and pain filtering through her lashes.
"You… You… ugh, Tarrlok, what would I ever do without you?" Korra mussitates, staring into his eyes as he strokes her untidy hair with one of his large hands, the sweat glistening on both of their arms mingling with each other.
"I don't know, probably study?" He shoots back an answer to her question with a teasing inquiry. She frowns at him, slapping him to let him know he is boss and he shrugs, laying another kiss on her forehead as she arches an eyebrow at him. They both let out a sigh in unison, continuing to play with each other's loose hair. After a moment, Tarrlok rises to a kneeling position and holds out his hand to Korra to pull her up after him. Sure, you bedded me on top tonight, she thinks at him, but come the next time I'll be on top. As the thought pokes through her head she winks at him, already anticipating the next time she'll instigate another frakking session.
"So, studying?" Tarrlok asks, eyeing her cleavage as she stands to her feet. She jabs him in the shoulder, and when he gives her a disgruntled look she smirks,
"That's how I show affection," She counters as she watches him take his place again at the table, his face still glistening from their exertions. He gestures for her to sit down next to him and she complies, leaning against his arm as she turns her attention to the law book in front of them. Even though she can't see it, she can sense the curves of his face tilting upwards in a smile.
She returns home at two am in the morning, completely exhausted and falls into bed, wishing that Tarrlok could be in the same bed with her. She finds her eyelids turning to darkness as she loses consciousness in the miasma of slumber.
She awakens when it is nearly noon, groaning as she remembers how well Tarrlok had fitted into her each and every groove last night. She rubs her thighs, enjoying the soreness that is still filtering through them as she struggles to blearily open her eyes.
Her mentor, Tenzin, peers in through the door, closely followed by his wife Pema. She notes the fury in his eyes and how his face appears to be the fine image of a thundercloud.
"Korra, I've just been informed from Mako, leader of the cheerleading squad at school that you have been gallivanting around and… annd… having sex with my rival, Tarrlok. What is the meaning of this? If this continues further, I will phone Lin to imprison your...associate."
Korra's eyes widen at his threat.
Oh frak.
