Title: Not That You'll Need It

Rating: M

Words: 1,351

Summary: Korra needs time to think. Bolin is nothing but hospitable.

Note: This entry is inspired by and shares a title with the fabulous artwork of xcgirl08. It can be seen on deviantart or tumblr under the title.

"This is not giving me time to think." Korra mutters around his lips.

Bolin grins and trails open mouth kisses across her cheek to her ear and sucking gently at the skin there, salty from exercise.

"Sure, I am." He quips and grazes her pulse point with his teeth.

He has her perched on a low table in the training room: not the most private of settings as there is no true door to block the view of any random passer-by. Anyone is free to walk in on them at any moment and see the Avatar half out of a pro-bending uniform, covered from the waist up in only chest wrapping and her teammate between her knees with his shirt half way gone. It's dangerous, and he loves it: as though a heavy make-out session with Korra didn't get his heart pumping enough as it is.

"I'm just looking out for my own interests here. I said I'd let you think, and I meant it." He meets her eyes with a grin. "I need to make sure you're thinking of me, and I'm giving you a little help to make sure that happens."

Bolin kisses her swollen lips and presses his tongue lightly against the tips of her teeth. She shudders against him and he feels it through every point where his body is pressed to hers. He pulls away and waits for her to open her eyes, dark with her arousal. Her hair is a mess from where he has grabbed it and her skin is flushed from her cheeks to her chest. The rosy hue disappears beneath the white bandages that hide her from his eyes.

"Not that you'll need it, of course." And she rolls her eyes.

Her lip juts out at him in a pout that is becoming very familiar and before she can yell at him, he dives into her again.

Korra is a quick study. He knew this of course, witnessing first-hand how quickly she picked up new moves the night they met. She pulls his bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles and he wonders just how in the hell she learned to drive him crazy like that. She is wild and un-inhibited and a force of nature that sweeps him away with her.

She breaks away from panting and arches her lovely neck back. He kisses along her collar bone, so invitingly close, and wonders if she would mind if he left a mark. No one would see it beneath the high collar of her shirt, but he would know it was there, and Korra would be reminded of who was responsible when she undressed. He hardens painfully and his balls clench and there's no way she doesn't feel it, pressed intimately against her thigh. He forces air deep in his lungs and lists the different earth technical fouls in his head until he can think more clearly.

"I liked it better when you were sweet and unassuming." She grumbles at him, but he doesn't believe it. She looks at him through thick lashes and it is not a glare meant to drive him away. Her hands are digging into the muscles of his shoulders and he quickly flexes, making his biceps roll and watches the appreciation in her face. He presses his advantage, pulling her close.

"I'm still sweet." He informs her. His hands rub up and down her sides, barely brushing against the sides of her flattened breasts.

"We're supposed to be friends." She argues.

"I am still your friend." He says and sucks on the skin just above the bandage. It is getting red and raised with his attentions.

"I don't know what I need to do." Her voice becomes almost desperate and he looks up into her impossibly blue eyes. She stares back into his own and he can see she is uncertain, maybe even a little afraid, but still defiant. She is challenging him and it is sexy as hell.

"You just need to feel, Korra." He doesn't mean to sound so serious, but he has never meant anything more. "Let yourself enjoy it so that you can know what you want. I'm not planning on backing down."

"Spirits," she says. "You're impossible!"

Bolin gives her a smug smile. "Am not." He purrs in her ear. "I'm selfish."

"You're not, Bo." She says but he cuts her off with chaste kiss.

"Oh, I am." he corrects. He nuzzles the skin of her ear, trying to work her up again. "If I wasn't, I'd have backed off; left you alone. Let you figure things out all by yourself. But that's not going to happen."

He's rubbing her sides again, trailing his thumbs over the swells of her breasts. Her breathing is getting faster and shallow. She isn't even trying to keep her eyes open, but he knows she's listening, hanging on his words. He brushes his nose against her, waiting for her to look in his eyes, before he continues, and blearily, she does.

"I want you off balance." He says and he's so close, he's brushing her lips as he speaks. "I don't even want to give you the chance to think about anybody else."

To drive it home, he circles his thumbs over her covered nipples, and she moans beautifully.

Korra grabs him by the hair and yanks him to her mouth, wrapping her arms around his head with a possessiveness that thrills him. She is dominating the kiss and he lets her lead, enjoying being washed along with her. She's passionate and strong and so fucking responsive; he is finding it harder and harder to focus on anything but her soft lips and probing tongue. She wraps a leg around his hips and digs her foot into his ass, pulling him against her and his hips surge forward on their own. He grinds against her and it is too good, way too good.

Warning bells sound in his head and if this is going to stop, he has to stop it now. He doesn't have the time to do this properly, and he is not prepared to ravish Korra in the training room. Not yet, anyway. That is a fantasy that he is sure he will explore later.

Korra is not making that easy, however, and he's gripping the table with white knuckles as her curves mold against him. Her hands tug at the tight red undershirt that still covers his upper body and her nails scrape against his abs. The jolt goes straight to his cock and her hips roll against his, and he's about to lose it. Time's up, and he jerkily pulls away, giving her a series of hard, yet chaste kisses to cool the fire in his blood. She's not happy with this and fights to deepen the kiss. Her fingers tangle in his hair and she tries to pull him in again. "Easy." He mutters when he can to soothe her. "Easy."

"What's wrong?" she asks and leans her forehead against his.

"Nothing." He says, and kisses her face. "It's all too right, is the problem."

Her shirt is at his feet and as he bends to grab it for her, he presses one last sweet, chaste kiss against her lips. He presses the wrinkled fabric in her hands and away the tension in her arms. She's too damn attractive with her wide eyes, messy hair, and red welt on her chest. He hopes the water is cold upstairs.

"I need to stop now before I do something very ungentlemanly."

She snorts at him. "Oh yes," she says. "You're chivalry is unmatched."

"Of course!" His solemn nod is underappreciated as she is too busy redressing to see it properly. "Besides, a boy has to be careful. I can't have you taking advantage of my innocence and naivety."

She swats at him with a laugh, and he pulls her off the table by the hand and leads her back towards the open walkway and the waiting world. She's arguing his innocence but her eyes twinkle at him. He doesn't let go of her hand.

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