1: Fantasy
Korra was strolling through the gardens on Air Temple Island. It was the beginnings of summer, and the airbender girls had told her all about how beautiful the flowers were this time of year.
Of course, thinking of them seemed to summon the kids to her. Jinora and Ikki were running towards her, calling her name and giggling. She smiled.
"Over here!" Korra called.
The girls hurried over to her. Jinora was smirking, trying to hold back a giggle while Ikki started immediately into a tirade of she and her sister had been up to.
"Korra we were playing hide and seek and I hid on the guy's side of the temple and I couldn't find a good place so I went to Mako's room and jumped up to the shelf in his closet and I was sitting there and I was sitting on something uncomfortable and I picked it up and it was a book so I started reading it and then Jinora found me and then we-"
"Then we read some of it," finished Jinora. "It's a journal he wrote. He's a good writer. And he says some pretty interesting things about you, Korra."
"What? Hey, give it here!" demanded Korra. "You guys shouldn't be digging through Mako's stuff. Or be in the boy's rooms. Also, he's my boyfriend. It figures that he would write stuff about me in his journal."
She snatched the little book away from the two laughing girls. "I'm going to go give this back to Mako and tell him he should start locking his door from now on." This only made the girls giggle harder until they fell over.
"Those two," thought Korra. She started to make her way back into the air temple.
Korra looked at the little book in her hands the whole way to the main doors. It had a simple brown leather cover, kept closed by a little buckle. So…boring and plain looking. But the airbender girls had said that Mako had written some things about her. And she wasn't sure if she liked how they had said interesting.
"What could he possibly have written?" She thought. And with that, she turned and dashed to her own room. Once inside, she locked the door. "Better not let Ikki and Jinora catch me or else I will never get a moment of peace again," she said to herself.
Korra got comfortable on her bed and opened the journal to the first page. It was covered in probending notes and strategy ideas. "So much for interesting," she muttered. Flipping the page, she found a detailed sketch of the arena and where Mako, Bolin and she would be placed for all the different plans written out on the previous page. Several of the following pages were just like the first two.
"Boring, boring and more boring. As if I didn't get enough of this at practice," she said, slightly annoyed. She flipped a few more pages. "Oh, here we go," she said, finding a very creased page. "The Officer. Let's see if you are really a good writer then Mako."
Officer Mako of the Republic City Police Force is out on patrol one evening. It's a quiet evening so far. He's only had to break up a bar fight and ticket an illegally parked Satomobile, but he is getting the feeling that something big is around the corner. Maybe it's not in the line of duty, but something.
"Psh, Mako, come on. I'd love to see you having to work with Chief Bei Fong. So much for interesting, Cool Guy." Korra was practically laughing, but she kept reading.
His shift ends on a similar note, and Officer Mako makes his way home to change out of his uniform and into more comfortable clothes. Mako arrives to find his apartment door unlocked. "It's either my brother or my girl, and I would prefer the last one," he says to himself. Pushing the door open, Mako finds a darkened apartment; the only light coming from candles that have been scattered about the tiny place. He walks further in, following the scent of lavender and vanilla. There, in his bedroom, stands the most beautiful woman in the world. She's tan, muscular and wiry, with her silky brown hair out of its usual ponytail and her brilliant ice blue eyes darkened by the lack of light. She's wearing a red silk robe (his favorite color) and nothing more, it appears.
"Korra," he murmurs softly; surprised at the velvetiness of his own voice. "You're a beautiful sight tonight."
"Oh," whispered Korra, blushing crimson. "Maybe-maybe this is what they meant by interesting." She was kind of flattered by his story so far, but more curious to see where it went.
"I thought that it would be a good idea if I turned myself in," Korra says. "I haven't been a very good girl, Officer." She says officer with a purr, and Mako can't help but feel a sudden burst of desire and a stirring at his core.
He crosses his arms and asks, "Well then, what did you do?"
Korra walks sexily over to him, her body sashaying the whole way over to him. "I can't say that I've done anything yet," she coos, "But it's what I was thinking about that was very…naughty."
With that, she reaches up to kiss her lover hard.
Korra's heart started to beat faster. "Is this what he thinks about when he sees me?" she wondered. She was feeling warmer, uncomfortable there on her bed. But she couldn't stop reading yet.
Mako kisses Korra back, just as hard. He takes control, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. He grabs the tie on the robe and gives it a tug in an attempt to pull it loose. Korra smiles as she kisses his lips, knowing what he wants, and unties the knot. His hands move the smooth fabric aside, baring her shoulders to his kisses. She moves to unbutton his shirt.
"Your uniform makes you look so sexy," Korra says to him. She gets the last button undone and pulls it off of him, then begins to unbuckle his belt.
Mako has now begun to kiss and nip at her breasts. She moans and arches herself into him. His pants come off, followed quickly by his boxers. Both lay naked on the bed now.
"Is it hot in here? I swear it just got hot in here," Korra thought to herself. She opened the window in her room, hoping that the funny hot feeling would go away.
Korra and Mako gaze at each other just as Mako inserts a finger into her warm core. She moans loudly and bucks her hips up, begging him to enter her with something more. He adds a second figure and gets another cry. He finds her core and begins to rub it firmly, eliciting more cries from the lusty waterbender beneath him. His thumb finds and circles her pleasure center. Korra can hardly stand it anymore. "Please," she mews, "I'm so close, please Mako."
He obliges her and removes his fingers. "Ready?" he asks.
"Yes, Mako, Please," she begs him. Mako penetrates her deeply. Korra screams in her pleasure. He loves it when he gets her to scream. The warm, wet tightness of her envelopes him, and he starts pumping his hips. She soon matches his rhythm. It doesn't take long before Korra moans then shouts his name in ecstasy. "Oh, Mako, Mako, MAKO!" He thrusts harder and brings himself over the edge, moaning her name into her shoulder. "Korra, oh spirits, Korra!"
Korra puts the journal down. The story ended there, and she couldn't quite figure out how she felt. She was feeling very hot though, that was for sure. She was possibly embarrassed, definitely flattered, and…something else.
Deciding to continue reading, she picked up Mako's journal and flipped through a few more pages. Each was another story, where she and Mako found themselves in some interesting situations. "The Secretary, The Soldier's Wife, The Fire Lord and the Water Tribe Girl, Fifty Shades of Red," Korra muttered, reading the titles of the stories. Each was raunchier than the last, and she couldn't stop reading.
A knock on the door brought her out of her stupor. Korra bolted upright as Mako called in, "Korra? Are you there? Ikki and Jinora said you were probably here," he said.
"Yeah, yeah sorry," Korra said hurriedly and went to open the door. "I was reading and I didn't want them to bother me."
Mako walked in. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go with me to get some dumpling-is that my journal?" he asked, walking over to her bed. He picked up the book, looking between it and Korra in horror. "You-you didn't read it, did you? I mean-,"
"I read some of it," Korra confessed, feeling her cheeks start to burn. "It was, er, really, really good writing, Mako. I, uh, really liked it?" she offered. Then she proceeded to tell him about how his journal came to be on her bed. Mako just continued to look stunned.
"I just couldn't stop after the first one. It was good and it made me feel so…so…I don't know really. Warm, mostly. But I really liked it," she said quietly. "I like being in your fantasies."
Something about how she had said fantasies made Mako come back to life. He looked at her wryly, a smirk growing on his face. Crossing over to her, he took her in his arms and kissed her.
"If you like them, maybe some time we can act them out," he whispered in her ear. Straightening, he said, "But first, how about those dumplings?"
Her warm, fuzzy feeling came back.