Rating: M
It was a perfect day to be outside; spring had come and gone quickly, leaving an early and eager summer in its wake. Everything on Air Temple Island seemed to glow with a Spirit World likeness under the brilliant midday sun; the salty yet delightful smell of the ocean, carried by the western breeze as they sat outside doing just nothing for once.
The day was rolling along lazily. After a late breakfast, which came at the end of a long and restful night of sleep, people simply milled around looking for a relaxing activity. Mako was filing reports, sitting by the large open window and writing his paperwork quelled both his need to relax and his need to do something useful. Asami was sitting under the shade of a tree, reading a dime novel. Bolin and Korra were lying in the grass, watching the clouds and talking about this and that.
"So how's water bending?" He asked, his eyes following a piece of fluff that looked like a bunny-hedgehog.
"What do mean, "how's water bending"?" she asked, her head laying on her arms, one foot moving to an unknown beat.
He shrugged. "I dunno, like..." He sighed. "Like what do you think when you do it? How come the moves are all swirly like that?"
She chuckled, knowing her father's moves weren't at all twirly and the thought of him twirling was too absurd. But Bolin raised an interesting question, both about her mindset and her twirly moves. She had never thought much of it after she'd mastered the basics and didn't have to actively think push, then pull.
"You, what do you think when you earthbend?" she asked, maybe his answer would help her find one.
He blew a raspberry. "I... Hm. I guess like sand? Quick, light; but also like be the ground sorta thing."
She quickly recalled their previous sparring sessions, or fights with the gangs. Bolin did, ironically, stay very close to the ground for someone so light on their feet; he would roll and slide and claw at or hit the ground. He sometimes look to merge with the ground - at least to her eyes - when he lava bended.
"Hun... That's..." She nodded wordlessly, searching for an answer to his question. "Kinda like I'm the current? I don't have to be lift the water like it's in a bucket; I just push it, shooting it in the direction-"
"Like a current," he finished for her, then hummed thoughtfully. "Don't lift... Just push," he mumbled to himself, as if he'd suddenly forgotten she was there. His mind was already occupied with ideas of movements to perform that he thought went along with Korra's current idea.
"Watch thinkin' about?" She asked at length.
"Hm?" He turned to look at her, with her hair splayed over her arms as she looked skyward; the sun hitting her just right, making her look like a bronze statue of a goddess. "O-Oh, just... The current."
She nodded, and that was that; they fell back to silence, sometimes broken by idle conversation. But their talk of bending philosophy ended there until mid-afternoon.
"Could you show me some waterbending forms?" He suddenly piped up, just as she was dozing off.
Yawning, she replied, "Now? Ugh fine." But she had a smile on her face; silently thanking him for any kind of action. As she stood - followed by him - Korra cracked her neck and asked, "but why? I mean it's not like I'm gonna say no, but I'm curious."
He shrugged off her question mostly, answering with only half an answer. "Iroh always said there was something to learn from other bending forms."
"You gotta draw the power from your core, from deep within here," she whispered, one hand groping the area around and under his navel. "That's where you get the power to create and go along with the current."
The two were standing in the middle of a clearing, the mid-afternoon sun beating on their backs and necks; Korra was behind Bolin, leading his movements, pressed into his back. She manhandled his arms and kicked his legs into the positions at first; but he was a quick learner and soon she only stayed close to gently guide him. Feeling him close and breathing him in were added bonuses while she taught him some moves.
Right now, she had one hand on his extended arm, guiding the taught muscles and prodding them with her lithe yet calloused fingers - "Relax, water is soft," she said, her whispered words accentuated by her fingers - and he rother hand was rubbing up his stomach and chest.
"Feel the power rising with each breath," she whispered agaisnt his neck, her head resting against him. Her hand moved back down quickly and restarted its climb up. "Breath in, and exhale! As you push the current," she thrusted with her hips, making him move with her; their feet slid, just barely touching the ground, and her hand switched as Bolin's other arm moved in the move she was teaching him.
"Like that?" He asked, his voice low, as he craned his neck to look at her. Pearls of sweat on her skin mader her look like the fierce warrior she was, but the way the sunlight reflected off her and her half-lidded gaze - with her eyes like the cool azure sea off the coast of islands along the equatorian line - made her seem like a goddess of the wild, a mirage of beauty. The teacher was hot under the sun, and he was hot for teacher.
She hummed, her voice husky because of her heat and the arduous training they'd been doing. "Yeah," she whispered, pushing herself even more into him as the hand on his navel snaked downwards slowly. "Some people think the pool of power is even lower and that you can stimulate it..."
Her hand left his arm, instead rubbing against his chest; her other hand moved south ever so slowly until she reached his already semi-hard member; throbbing with each heartbeat, Korra revelled in the feel of him growing in her hand. He moaned as she squeezed his length a bit.
"K-Korra please..." He started, and she began jerking her hand slowly, her fingers wrapped around his still clothed length.
"... Yes, Bolin?" She whispered, his name rolling off her tongue in a moan. He felt her nuzzle his neck, her tongue lapping at his skin, tasting him. She pressed a kiss to his hot skin.
"Don't stop..." he moaned as her hand quickened. Soon her other hand was toying with him, groping at his muscles in want, tugging at his shirt needily or sometimes she decided to fondle his balls as she played with his length.
"Are you sure?" she whispered, grinding her slick breasts against his back, the friction of their clothes making her nipples tingle just right. "Mmmph!"
His hands went to her legs, ridingg up to her plump ass and pulled her against him. "Yes! Yes, please-!" Her hands pumped faster, sending a jolt of pleasure up his brain.
"Say my name," she ordered.
"Yes-! K-Korra~!"
How she loved the way his voice hitched when he said her name - and only her name - and the way he breathed out the last syllable, eager to please but overtaken by pleasure. Pleasure only she was giving him. She couldn't help the moan that came after he called her name; the hands on her ass groping her deliciously, she grinded against him. He just made her so wet. So wet her panties were now closer to a navy colour than the usual water tribe blue; the only other time she had been this wet was her first time with Asami who had all but tortured her until orgasm. "A-Again!" please~
"Mmph! Korra!" His hips jerked into her hands. She hadn't realized she had been pumping desperately, her hand growing hot against his pants.
"Please take off your pants!" She pleased, though her grunt made it sound more like an order.
One hand left her ass, and she barely resisted the urged to growl, and went to undo his belt. In under a second he had pulled down his pants and boxers just enough for his length to spring out and she caught it; her sweaty palm sliding sweetly on his slick cock. She moaned at the sensation of his hot rod in her hand, making those wet sounds she adored so much.
His hands were back on her ass, or her pants rather; pulling at the hem, and finallt passing it down under her hips until he could touch her sweet, sweet skin. Her back arched as he fondled with her bare skinc his hands leaving hot trails on her ass.
She was panting, her chest rubbing against his broad back, still painfully clothed. What the hell is wrong with us, she screamed mentally.
"Why. Aren't. You. Naked?" She growled, rubbing her thumb along his top slowly.
He hissed, his hands tightening on her ass. He swore under his breath; push, follow the current, he reminded himself. "Because I haven't gotten to play with you yet," he replied, dragging his nails across her slick skin.
Moaning, she cursed, suddenly aware of the fiery pain of her cunt. She needed to release some pressure. She bit his shoulder as she brought one leg around one of his and grinded on him; her slick silk panties gliding against his rough training clothes. Spirits he was just perfect!
"Then play with me! Toy with my cunt, make me cum!" Each of her words were punctuated by a wet thwap as her hand pumped his cock.
"Language," he teased. "Bad girls deserve to be punished," he told her. "They deserve a spanking."
"Yes! Spirits nnngnnyess!" She cried, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she drooled; her body was so excited she would've came if she sneezed.
His hands went to hers, and pried them off of him - he immediately regretted it, and her whining made it all the more difficult - and he pushed her down until they were both sitting down. Not a moment had gone that she was already thrown over his leg, her mouth and hands on his cock; playing with him, taking him in and teasing his with her tongue. He nearly came right then, as she shoved his entire member down her throat before he grabbed her by the hair and gently pulled her back a bit. She moaned at the sensation and his other hand went to her ass, slapping it hard, a loud smack! resonating and she gasped inpleasure, his tip still in her hot mouth. He massaged the sore spot which was already reddening, and spanked her again, and again before moving to her other cheek.
Then he slid his hand between her legs; the angle allowed him to fully insert his finger into her hot, wet folds. She moaned around his cock, her hips pushing against his fingers and he had to pull her by the hair again otherwise he'd shoot his load right in her mouth. But she would have none of it and plunged his length deep into her throat; her mouth made ungodly guegling noises and she snorted, tears running down her cheeks as she milked him. Bolin came, his entire body seizing; his fingers jerked around inside her, making her jerk back against in him ecstasy.
"Muah~" she moaned, coming up for air; her tongue was covered with his seed, it slowly slid down off her tongue and onto his cock before she slurped it back up, her eyes boring into his. He could have came again.
"My turn-!" He gasped as she pumped every last bit of his seed out of him.
He flipped her over onto her back, and stopped her hands from pleasuring herself. She whined and thrashed weakly; enjoying their game immensily. He crawled between her legs, laying his head on her thigh. He kissed his way up messily, laying hot and sloppy kisses along her inner thigh; he left a hickey or two, two monster sized bruises. She'd cried out in pleasure, throwing her head back as he sucked on her skin. He finally kissed her wet cunt. He could almost feel it pulsating with her strong, thrumming heartbeat. He laid a soft kiss on her clit, his tongue hanging out afterwards to lick it as he descended and kissed her on the lips. His tongue entered her easily. Her juices freely flowed from her needy cunt as he ate her out; his tongue wriggling delightfully against her her walls, making her writhe in pleasure.
His hands went to her hips, keeping her from thrusting wildly like her body so craved. She made a loud whining noise, but settled for one of his hand spushing up her shirt and fondling her breasts.
"Mmmph! Unf! B-Bolin~!" She whimpered, her hands entangled in his raven locks, pulling his face even closer to her cunt. Her hands were trembling, her voice was shaky and her entire body was spasming in pleasure as he tongue-fucked her. She came, her cunt squirting and gushing her juices everywhere. "Maaaaaaaaah!"
In the aftermath of her climax, Korra felt sated, and tired. So, so tired. And she felt full. Her hands untangled themselves from his hair, gliding along his skin to his arms; she tugged weakly at them until he crawled forward, lying next to her as she wriggled herself closer into him. He yawned, and she fell asleep to his heartbeat; he was lulled by her soft snoring.
It was lucky that it was Asami that found them, hours later and still half undressed, tangled together and sleeping in the small clearing behind one of the main buildings.
