For: the-last-avatar
Prompt: Bolin and Korra get caught by Mako.
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Korra couldn't quite remember how she had ended up pressed hard into the rough walls of the gym room. Hadn't they been launching disks of earth just moments ago? Oh, but there had been a wager- something about balancing rocks- and he had lost, so naturally she took her prize. And what a prize it was. His fingers were clasped at the zippers that held her offending uniform in place, and she nodded quickly. He smiled into her lips, and dragged the orange and white cloth from her flushed skin, peeling it down to her waist. Her teeth dragged across his bottom lip and he returned his upturned lips to hers.
"You're wearing too much." she muttered in complaint, as her fingers tugged in vain at the collar of their gaudy uniforms. He laughed, his warm breath spreading across her collarbones. He rolled his shoulders back and she hastily shoved the sleeves of the clothing down, and her hands pressed to the smooth plane of his stomach.
"That tickles." he laughed, and she pressed her lips to the pale junction of his throat, and she smiled into his skin. Her eyelashes brushed over the skin there, and he shivered. His arms wrapped tight around her middle, and his fingers toyed with the thin, cottony material of her bandages. The earthbender's lips quirked up at the traditional Water Tribe cover. Her chin tipped up and she lifted her arms in permission. His hands, shaking a bit now, began undoing the tightly wrapped covers.
The wrappings fell to the floor, and before he could even react to the sight- Korra shouted a stream of curses. She scrambled back, her blue eyes wide in terror. Bolin whirled around quickly too, and he shifted uneasily on bare feet.
"Bolin, what-" his brother shouted, his golden eyes darting between the half naked Avatar, to his bare chested brother. The firebender's cheeks were nearly as red as the element he wielded. Korra's cheeks were enflamed as well, and her arms were clasped tight around her chest, though her eyes were stuck on the wrappings that she had just been stripped of.
She cleared her throat. "So, um, I'm just..." she sighed heavily and glared up at Bolin, who caught on and turned back to face his brother swiftly. Bolin's arms spread out, forming a shield of sorts as Korra bent low to retrieve the wrappings.
"You two...what were you doing?" Mako demanded, though his eyes remained glued to the frayed, padded floor. Korra snorted from behind Bolin.
"Having sex, or trying to." she muttered. Bolin sputtered, wordlessly, and he covered his face with his hands.
"Korra!" Mako shouted. "He's my brother- you can't just say that."
"What? Don't act like you and Miss Sato aren't getting chummy in that pretty mansion of hers." Korra retorted, as she secured the wrappings once more. "Tie this for me?" she asked Bolin, smiling up at him. He cleared his throat as she turned, pointing to the final clasp. He pinched wrappings, folding the bandages tightly together.
"I can't believe you, Korra- we have a match in ten minutes." Mako snarled. Korra stuck her tongue out at him as she tugged the sleeves of the uniform over. "You're being so irresponsible, what were you thinking, Bolin?"
"Spirits, you're no fun." Korra mumbled. Her eyes flickered back up to Bolin, whose expression was a mixture of embarrassment and agony. She smiled sheepishly and pressed her lips to the corner of his lips. Her tone lowered as she whispered, "But you are." His cheeks flooded once more with color, and he smiled nervously down at her.
She grasped her helmet and secured it over her mussed hair. "C'mon, boys, the fun's over. We've got a match to win."