As much as his voice was hypnotizing, Korra could do anything but listen to him. He stood at the front of the gathered tables, gesturing toward the chalk board behind him with a few papers of what appeared to be pictures of anatomy plastered on the surface. He wore the customary Task Force uniform, just as everyone else in the room, but she was restless for varying reasons. A few were completely inappropriate given the circumstances, because as much as she hated him at the moment, he looked absurdly attractive under the fluorescence.
It certainly didn't help knowing that his physique was relatively nice from what she could gather from the tight uniform.
However, the one reason that outweighed the others was that he angered her. Fire welled up within her that she was sure she'd explode.
Considering the maelstrom of a day she had, she was surprised she hadn't already.
Well, in a sense, she did, but there was no doubt she'd get irked from probending with Mako and Bolin, and their questions… and that terrifyingly horrible lecture from Tenzin earlier that morning.
Spirits, when she woke up she was still too hungover to fully understand all the points her mentor had made in an indignant rush, especially as she was still reeling from the headlines. Her eyes flickered between glazing over in exhaustion and boredom, to the newsprint, to a pacing Tenzin that sent gusts of gross warm wind every so often.
If he could, the rug would've worn holes from all his restlessness.
Korra practically groaned and wilted in her chair as the lecture stretched from what should have been ten minutes to nearly two hours. Tenzin began to repeat himself after the first few minutes, and she already had an inkling in her mind that it'd be a long day if this was what she got first thing in the morning. If it weren't for the chair, she would've been lying on the ground, begging to be put out of her misery.
Regardless, she'd gathered he pointedly wanted her to stay away from Tarrlok. That much was abundantly obvious.
And she would have agreed to it as well, because rumors and buzzing gossip about that was the last thing she needed, despite her lingering curiosity. However, she was still adamant about his instruction, for reasons beyond her. It bewildered her to think she still wanted to be in his company, especially with these rumors going around the city.
She didn't know what to call it when she knew, she could feel, her feelings for Mako were dwindling and her fascination with the older man was intensifying. She already settled into the idea of seducing Tarrlok now with the intention of doing the exact same with Mako in the future, but given the circumstances in the short span of a day, she felt as though she were back to square one.
Studying him, her gaze hardened as his back turned towards the Task Force members, large hands splaying open against the papers on the board and mindlessly explaining… well, she wasn't quite sure. Judging from the papers, she assumed reiteration of the pressure points, but she wasn't sure. Cerulean trailed down the length of his back, and as much as she knew she should've stopped, her curiosity bested her as she approached the toned, plump ass of the Councilman.
Korra swallowed over the lump in her throat. Feeling heat slowly reaching her cheeks, she immediately tore her eyes away from his body and she frustratedly glanced out the window.
Truthfully, Korra wondered how Tarrlok was handling all this. Well, judging from the way he was still talking - dear Koh, the man opened his mouth a lot - she would've ventured to guess this didn't bother him.
Maybe he was no stranger to being the spotlight of gossip - because of course he constantly made an appearance in the papers, though she doubted it had anything to do with lovers and instead more pressing matters - especially when she'd heard that he was one of Republic City's most eligible bachelors. She never understood that until recently, but she pushed that thought to the furthest corner of mind.
Instead, another came to the forefront. One thing about all this, despite it being not even twenty-four hours since she discovered the headlines, was that something, a stray thought, tickled her brain. She was more than sure she was right, simply out of the smugness and sordidness he exuded on the regular.
Surely, he had a hand in making that article, right?
Maybe not him directly, but surely he had something to do with it. Given his record of coercing her to join his Task Force, much less cornering her with the numerous reporters, it made her think he had some play in this.
That thought repeatedly entered and exited her brain, returning all the more intensely before she mulled over it in endless circles, and if she was right in her suspicions, what his motives were behind it. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Despite her superficial feelings for him, he was a slimy politician. She doubted he'd change within the span of a month when he was on the Council for years now.
When she arrived at the probending arena, meeting Mako and Bolin in the gym, she was bombarded with irritating questions. Of course, they must've seen the headlines, too. Of course, she couldn't get a break from all this pestering.
Head still swimming with the lingering effects of alcohol slowly leaving her system, Korra teetered on blowing up on them and wanting to dive into Yue Bay and scream into the soundless waters… or maybe just lie on the ocean floor in a daze of bemusing thoughts.
While she understood their curiosity, their questions gave her a headache. Korra groaned, effectively shutting them up with her own lies. She blurted out that after a raid - a raid that definitely didn't happen - everyone on the Task Force went to the Blind Jackalope. However, no more than an hour in, everyone left, and that her and the Councilman were the last two there. She hated lying to them, but she didn't want to divulge the true reason as to why she, the Avatar, was spending her time with Tarrlok… at a speakeasy… alone… learning about seduction.
Because spirits, she knew that they'd outburst, let alone the fact that they'd think she was crazy.
Judging by their reaction, she knew there were more questions forming in their minds as silence lapsed over them, and that they didn't believe a word she said. Honestly, she didn't either, but she resolutely turned on her heels and busied herself with maiming any object within her vicinity.
Korra abused the punching bag with all her might. In her mind's eye, she imagined it was Tarrlok's face. Although, another thought trickled to the forefront of her mind, her lust, before she squashed it to the ground with another punch. No, she was supposed to be mad at him. Stuffing began curling out of its seams and she was more than sure that the brothers kept glancing at her warily as she kicked the worn leather off its chains, flying in the air from the force of it all, and ultimately falling limp against the wall with a dull thud.
Once again, her knuckles turned an irate red and she cursed underneath her breath.
Fortunately, Mako brought her out of her reverie, if only for a few seconds. He calmed her even the slightest bit by running his bandaged hands over her shoulders, but it wasn't helping. If anything, it made her ire spark anew. Her thoughts were skewed, muddled, frazzled. Not just because of him, but because of her predicament as a whole. Instead, she batted his hands away, muttering something about needing to practice.
Korra bent the earth disks from the ground, tossing them towards an imaginary target. She sensed the brothers behind her watching with growing concern as she continuously flung the earth disks with heightening aggression until her form was sloppy, her feet slipped underneath her, and a disk sliced through the net and ultimately rammed into the wall.
She didn't care.
Well, she did in a sense, but that wasn't a thought she wanted to entertain.
Judgment practically oozed from the brothers. She tried to ignore it, focusing all her attention on bending earth, fire, and water, until sweat dripped down her temples and the tip of her nose. She sensed their wary eyes straying at the back of her head as they inched away from her. Their unspoken questions weighed heavily in the air that she nearly left the gym out of frustration that she couldn't get any peace, even for a few hours.
Once again, that feeling didn't leave her, of course. The feeling was almost palpable in the room. Their eyes were on her that she began feeling the familiar sensation of disgruntled heat crawling up her neck to color her ruddy cheeks at the unwarranted attention.
Subtly scanning her surroundings with an undignified scowl, Korra crossed her arms underneath her bust and sank further into her chair. Multiple, if not all, the members of the Task Force repeatedly flickered their gaze from her to Tarrlok. Though that didn't discredit the small whispers and hushed cackles she heard as she stretched her ears.
Was it paranoia? Probably. Did it anger her further? Of course it did.
If she could, Korra would've pushed her chair underneath her with a vexing screech and left just as she wanted to at the gym. But that would've only confirmed their suspicions even more.
Then again, what did that matter?
Caught up in her own irate musings, Korra barely paid much attention. Much less the fact that if it weren't for Tarrlok clearing his throat, she would've completely disregarded his last point. "If you are all willing, I think it'd be best if we partnered up and practiced these forms." He said with a diplomatic smile, gesturing towards the space behind the tables that'd been cleared out for them.
What? Forms?
Confused, Korra's brows pinched as she realized she was the only one still sitting. Quickly, she stood and glanced around. Her face fell as dread rushed through her veins.
Everyone was already paired up, either eyeing her smugly or avoiding her pointed gaze that she nearly stomped her foot against the expensive tiles childishly. With a cock of her head, she saw hasty movement to her right and caught a glimpse of Tseng and one - she still was trying to distinguish the two - of the Liang twins rushing toward one another.
Mouth dumbly opening all the more, Korra hissed, "Tseng, really?"
"Sorry, Korra. Should've been quicker." He beamed, attempting - and failing - to stifle his laughter.
A part of her wanted to bend some water at the man out of spite, but she refrained, and instead, seethed, utterly betrayed and rooted in her spot, because one way or another, she knew exactly who was left out of the bunch. Why was this her life?
Just as the thought formed, it was quickly quashed and replaced with weary irritation as the Councilman easily came to her side, wholly smug. Whether he deliberately went out of his way to ignore the blatant stares or not, she didn't want to know. "Well, it looks as though we're the last two standing." He said with a smirk.
Korra clicked her tongue. "Yeah. Unfortunately." She replied, her voice devoid of any enthusiasm as she grudgingly followed behind him to a corner of the room where they had more space. Though, the amount of eyes that accompanied them unnerved her.
Blatantly feigning he was wounded by her words, Tarrlok cooed and gave her a sidelong glance as they positioned themselves in a one-on-one fighting stance. "I'm not that terrible of a partner, am I, Avatar? I thought we made a great team? Even if this is just sparring, I still think that it's applicable."
Narrowing her eyes, Korra fumed at his shit-eating arrogance. "Cut the bullshit, Tarrlok. You did that, didn't you?" She seethed.
His brows rose, probably because of her vulgar language and whatnot, as she abruptly threw a punch towards his face, and he deftly avoided her fist. "Enlighten me, Korra, what did I do exactly?"
"You deliberately paid some dipshit reporter to take our picture last night." She accused jarringly.
Cocking his head to the side, Tarrlok smirked as they warily circled each other, before he sent a jab of his own hands in her direction in a consistent pattern. "Did I? What makes you think that?"
"Tarrlok," she hissed. Her patience was on thin ice, and seeing him acting this way - that all-too-innocent expression that definitely indicated he was guilty of something - caused another shot of ire lancing down her nerves.
Jerking her leg, she hastily kicked the side of his shin. Apparently, it'd been enough force behind the hit because he winced, despite his form barely faltering. Seemed to be good enough. Tarrlok narrowed his eyes. "It's just the newspaper, Avatar. They have plenty of gossip strewn about in there, that most, if not all, are dismissed after a few days." His baritone was curt. Even if it was some form of a reassurance, it didn't calm her nerves.
Instead, it did the exact opposite.
"Then why was it on the front page? And why is it that everyone on the Task Force has been incessantly looking at us?" She muttered in a hushed tone, cerulean fleeting over the various members already sparring, though she sensed their attention was elsewhere. Specifically the two who were plastered on the newspapers earlier that morning.
Figured, she thought sardonically.
"Have they?" He queried, his eyes still locked on her own. Korra glared at him. Despite everything, she swallowed over the dryness in her throat as she felt heat eating at her skin. Whether it was because of his undivided attention or the fact that he was as infuriating as ever, it was beyond Korra's comprehension. It didn't change the fact that she wanted to strangle him. But then something intensified. She didn't even know if she could decipher the true meaning because she was keenly aware of his movements when two long fingers jerked forward to lunge into one of her pressure points on her neck, she narrowly dodged the contact with her forearm. Smiling proudly, Tarrlok studied her. "Regardless, the public loves to talk about important personalities, and we, darling, are immensely important."
Darling? Spirits, she should've kicked him in the balls for that.
Bemused, Korra tried not to dwell on that disgusting nickname, let alone him directing it towards her, and exhaled tersely through her nostrils, rolling her shoulders before mimicking his move.
And ultimately, he evaded her once again.
"We? Tch, don't flatter yourself, Councilman. You mean me." Korra challenged menacingly. Another kick to his shin, Korra staggered him. Enough so that he gritted his teeth and offered her a pointed glance that had something indecipherable cross his irritatingly handsome features. "Stop beating around the bush, and tell me." She demanded, twirling around and nearly sending another strike - though this time, aiming just below the rim of the metal plate covering his shoulders - when Tarrlok easily caught her ankle.
Breath hitching from the darkening of pale blue, Korra teetered the slightest bit. She chalked it up to the fact that he bested her so easily, something that - as much as she hated to admit it - thrilled her. Stumbling a fraction, a part of her knew it wasn't her obvious balance that made her form waver, but instead something she tried not to think about when other people were present.
For one, she'd more than likely flush fiercely because of her raging imagination, but another was that it was completely inappropriate.
Licking her lips, a movement that didn't go unnoticed by the Councilman, she eyed his hand grasping her booted ankle before returning to a subtle pale fire. His touch was firm, tightening ever so slightly against the metal surface of her boot that matched his own, that she could feel her heart racing against her chest. "Avatar Korra, I may have done some seedy things in the past-"
"Really?" She interrupted sardonically, attempting to distract herself by rolling her eyes as he released her ankle, though it only sounded flustered to her own ears.
"-But that was out of my hands. I didn't do it, and more than likely was it due to someone that just stumbled in at the perfect opportunity." He said, voice terse, uncompromising.
Studying him, Korra reassumed her position and scoffed. "I don't believe you."
"You don't have to, but I know what I'm saying is the truth. I didn't do it."
"Even if you didn't, do you know how much of Tenzin's lecturing I can take?" She seethed. Korra bent low and swiveled on one foot as the other swung around to trip him, but he didn't budge. However, that only made her more indignant. Growling, she lunged forward as they moved in a weird rhythmic dance.
Pale blue narrowing in disbelief, Tarrlok cocked his head to the side as he dodged her fingers aiming at the side of his neck. There was a murderous intent in her eyes, and she was sure that he duly noted the fact, because he blindly backed up when she inched forward. "Forgive me, but to clarify, you're angry at me because of your mentor's reaction?" He asked incredulously.
"Yes,"
"Explain."
Huffing, Korra glared at him. "You were the one who agreed to come with me."
Forgetting the fact that they were supposed to practice chi blocking forms and combat, Korra knew her composure was slipping, her emotions getting the best of her that it showed with each sloppy shift of her feet and each haughty thrust toward him. She nearly smacked his cheek, knowing full well it'd irritate him further simply because it was his face that she intended on grappling with. Blocking her hand with his forearm, Tarrlok took another step back. "I didn't agree to anything, except the fact that I'd be teaching you, Avatar. If I recall correctly, you were the one who took the lesson to heart in my office and handed me that note. If anything, this was your doing." He chided.
"My doing?" She enunciated, her voice a little too loud even for her own taste that it caused a few of the sparring pairs to glance in their direction warily, yet they were incredibly interested.
At this point though, a relatively large portion of her thoughts didn't care considering the papers found them out, despite it being some false narrative of the truth.
"Yes,"
Korra scoffed once more. Spirits, the audacity he had.
Blood boiling, Korra tried to thrust both of her taut hands at both of his sides, yet he deftly evaded her, bending down and effectively switching places. Turning on her feet, her brows pinched. "Even if I gave you that note, you didn't have to meet me there."
"True, however, you aren't exactly subtle." Tarrlok uttered smugly, smirking.
The nerve he had. Insulted, her jaw clenched with tension.
"Shut up!" She growled.
Hastily, two slim fingers jabbed close enough to the chi points in a small trail up the inside of his right arm. Tarrlok immediately hissed, evidently wounded. He glared hard enough that she could practically feel his anger rising as he gently rubbed his side and she reassumed her careful position, inching forward and smiling triumphantly.
Maybe this was a good way to wind down. Some bodily harm on the subject of her thoughts, Korra mulled with an internal snicker, wicked yet elated.
However, she did wish she actually pressed on those points. Ire raged in her veins and she doubted he wouldn't take the opportunity to get the upper hand on this sparring session if the roles had been reversed, but she didn't want him to go limp on her when she only now realized that this was helping relieve her frustrations. Well, despite the obvious in knowing he could only aggravate her more than when she arrived for their briefing.
Straightening his spine, Tarrlok rolled his shoulders and mimicked her stance. His breathing matched her own as he began to pant, and Korra had to take in the grudgingly appealing image he made.
This went against all her emotions and desires of clashing with him, but even she couldn't deny the slightest stirring in the pit of her stomach.
His hair was disheveled; the immaculate, pristine look he usually had faltered because of her. His eyes glimmered with a combination of quelled mirth, of flaring vexation, and above all else, escalating lust.
Was he enjoying this?
Did he get off on fighting? Or was she reading into this wrong?
In some odd way, the corner of her lips twitched triumphantly into a small smile that he looked the way he was due to her ministrations, no matter how merciless she was. But then questions upon questions began to tickle the back of her mind. The fact that he was in some way taking pleasure in this. The fact that her body was enjoying this confusing dance of bouts of anger and teasing playfulness. It wasn't even in the confines of this relatively large room, but the grand scheme of her lessons.
The damn near tug and shove of their relationship that she knew would more than likely be the breaking point of what her lust wanted from him.
No. She needed to focus.
The muscles in his jaw clenched before he tilted his chin up and regarded her almost condescendingly. "Avatar Korra, maybe you should be channeling all that anger from your blatant accusation into something more useful. Discipline, maybe? Perhaps some practice on subtlety? Because for reasons beyond me, you suddenly lost that skill from last night." He sneered.
Mouth dropping the slightest bit open, Korra slowly blinked before dodging his hand and pivoting out of his reach. "You want to sneak a lesson in? Right now? You know you're proving my point in thinking you exploited all this, right?" She asked incredulously in a rush.
Tarrlok inched forward, though Korra spun to send another blow to his shin. Out of her morbid pleasure of seeing him hurt, or out of pure anger, those lines were effectively skewed. Patience evidently running thin, Tarrlok moved to match her, copying the spin and kick. However, instead of meeting her leg, Korra easily jumped out of his line of attack.
"Maybe so, but are you willing?" He questioned with another unrelenting jerk of his arm. Her mind screamed for her to say no, because for many reasons, this could only turn incredibly sour within a few minutes. With their track record as of late, she wouldn't be surprised, too. But for reasons beyond her, Korra didn't mention anything of the sort, let alone indicate she wasn't up for the challenge.
When she kept quiet, her mouth pressed into a firm line and her eyes boring into his own piercing depths as they tiptoed in tense circles with their guard up, Tarrlok took her silence as a confirmation. His smirk stretched into an outright smile and dread flooded her once again. "Excellent. Lesson six: making the other person want more."
Korra exhaled shakily. Of course, that was the reason why he was smiling so mischievously. If she didn't know any better, Korra would've assumed he was doing all this just to get her even more outraged.
Scoffing, she lunged forward to prod two sharp fingers into his neck, uncaring if it was anywhere near his pressure points or not. "Tch, you've got to be kidding me."
"Now, now, Avatar. I do think you'd like this, considering I pegged you as someone who likes to physically unwind." He muttered, rubbing his wounded neck with his other hand.
Bristling, Korra almost punched him in the nose out of the implication of it all, but he effortlessly ceased that intent by blocking her hand with his own. Why would he say that so blatantly? When she knew for a fact the sparring members around them were listening into their conversation if they were loud enough.
Indignant, Korra's cheeks burned at the thought of relieving herself of tension in that sense, especially with Tarrlok around. Of course, her curiosity bested her in the past, but she wasn't going to confirm it to this sleazy old man.
"I don't-"
"I meant, you take your frustration out on other things that you could mangle, correct? Loosen the tension… or maybe create more?" That smirk of his returned tenfold and Korra didn't know if that heat she felt steadily rising up her neck, or the small shiver that coursed down her nerves was out of anger or purely out of her own grotesque hunger. Regardless, his insinuation wasn't lost on her when the past few weeks was nothing short of enticing. But just as the thought formed, Korra shoved it to the side and hardened her glare. She needed to get her mind out of the gutter. "Because you're so angry, maybe it'll do the opposite of what 'budding relationship' we have, though typically it'd intensify emotional and physical feelings through playfulness."
"So why are we doing this now? You know, when I want to punch you." She growled, moving faster than she had before with another fist aiming toward his face.
But once again, he easily avoided her blow.
A part of her wondered how the hell he continuously managed to evade her - except for the few that he apparently allowed to slip by - but her thoughts were cut short when he quickly rounded her and jabbed the line along the spine just a few centimeters off the pressure points.
The bastard. Glowering over her shoulder, Korra hissed in pain at the force of his stabs and turned on the balls of her feet, stretching to punch him all the more.
Again, he backed up out of her reach. With an amused smirk, Tarrlok matched her. "I'd like to think you're more capable than what you let on." He said, his baritone just audible enough for her to hear. Before she could question what in spirits' name he meant by that, he was already continuing. "Wanting more is, essentially, flirting, but leaving the subject alone just as you know you're reaching a turning point. Or, if you look at it in a different perspective, a more dangerous one, it's having a tense conversation. Anger and pleasure blur the lines, rough touches that can be deemed painful excite you. Experimenting with the factors that play into power and control. It's rising the tension between you and the other person, yet their body language says their curiosity is piqued." He explained with a lilt.
Like us right now? The words threatened to escape her lips, but she didn't want to give him the pleasure of admitting that she relished this weird, anger-fuelled, lust-filled sparring. It'd only make him tease her all the more with that stupid smirk of his. Because if anything, it kept her acutely aware of her surroundings, of each movement he made, of the emphasis in his voice as he offered an underhanded insult disguised as a compliment.
Odd was it that her body was involuntarily reacting to this back-and-forth exchange with the Councilman. Something within her was welling up, and more than sure was she that it'd been the steady climb of her outrage throughout her day, but the more she honed in on those almost delicious tingles rushing in her blood, the more she felt it bordered on sick fascination.
Shaking her head, Korra quickly and tersely maneuvered her taut fingers to harshly stab at his sides, but each was infuriatingly blocked by his forearms until he locked her arms with his and were inadvertently pulled close together. Swallowing audibly, Korra's breath came out labored, her exhales hot and heady, stirring the stray strands of hair that managed to escape his ties. Extremely conscious of the fact that their faces were a mere few centimeters apart, Korra felt her cheeks flush hotter.
Shoving him away - before she dwelled too much on that detail - she repeated the motion of her arms, rapidly attempting to waver him, but instead, she was matched. "For all your pretty talk, I don't think I've seen you take your advice with these previous lessons." She smiled in blatant challenge.
"That's unfortunate, considering I thought I was reciprocating." Tarrlok grunted as he blocked another pivot of her leg that intended to connect with his hip.
Korra could feel the heat rising, intensifying fervently. For reasons beyond the fact of obvious exertion, her heart thumped wildly against her chest and a shuddering need began to cascade low in her abdomen. "Reciprocating isn't the same as initiating, Councilman." She sneered mockingly.
A swing and an intended blow. But he caught her all the more ardently as she flung her left arm toward him.
"What is it we're doing right now then?" He smirked as he grasped her wrist in a firm hold. Grimacing, three of his fingers dug into the skin just above her veins, feeling the pulse underneath her flesh.
If he could detect it, which she was sure he could, her blood rushed in excitement, in anger, in everything that made her pulse quicken under his pleased scrutiny.
"We're sparring." She said, snatching her arm out of his relatively rigid grip.
"Very perceptive." He deadpanned.
"Oh, like you were when we got on the front page?" She retorted and hastily bent down to dodge his hands that aimed toward her pressure points at her side.
Scoffing, Tarrlok eyed her. He blocked each of her rapid blows and matched her by mirroring her movements with strikes of his own, though they were ultimately thwarted with instinctive jolts of her protected limbs. "What about you, Avatar? This goes both ways. You have as much fault to this as I do. Like I said, subtlety is seduction. Stealth is seduction. What exactly did you think was going to happen when you told me to meet you at that speakeasy doing anything but that." He chastised with pinched brows.
Her feet faltered the slightest bit at his words as she thought back to the speakeasy.
She wasn't subtle? Well, of course, the dancing wasn't, but they weren't discovered because of that considering they melded into the throng. However, she couldn't help but feel bemused.
"So, what I did wasn't subtle is what you're saying." She narrowed her eyes, backing up to create more distance between them, though it was fruitless when he inched forward. Given the passion in his eyes, she assumed he'd have the courage to do something forbidden out in the open, but he stopped and tried to jab at her pressure points all the more ardently once again.
"Yes."
That didn't sound convincing even to her own ears.
Cocking a taut brow, Korra lurched forward. "Not the cherry stems? Or the touches on your thigh? Or whatever in Koh's name we were joking about?" She questioned hastily. The tension was practically palpable at this point, though she barely had half a mind to care when she was fixated on causing some bodily harm on the man that caused all of her frustration, all of her wrath… and unfortunately, all of her carnal thoughts. When he didn't so much as open his mouth, and instead, released labored breaths, Korra hardened her gaze with gritted teeth. She sent numerous punches his way, moving in toward him in a harsh dance of sorts before he responded by backing up, and finding that rhythm with her once more. "Answer me." She growled, rushing towards him that they tumbled to the ground.
"No."
"Liar."
"Prove it." He hissed.
Suddenly, her anger took hold of her muscles because she had him pinned beneath her. His wrists were bound in her palms and her hips straddled his own like a vice. Her nails dug into his sweltering skin, mimicking a motion he had done just minutes ago. His cheeks were flushed with a tinge of red. Her body pulsed in accordance to her racing heart.
Above all else, a blaze of warmth trembled through her at the sensation of something hot and hard steadily rising against the apex of her thighs.
Eyes widening, her heart leaped into her throat, thumping all the more ardently from the exertion and definitely not the fact that she was getting aroused by the turn of events. Breathing coming out in harsh pants, Korra tore cerulean away from icy blue and abruptly realized how unnervingly silent it was. With almost too much trepidation, she lifted her head and sheepishly scanned around the heap her and the Councilman made.
Everyone was watching them.
It was a wonder that she didn't make her leave already. However, maybe it could be blamed for the fact that her nerves were numbed, honing in on that sweltering sensation she sat upon, and she felt almost frozen in her spot on his lap despite everything in her mind screaming, willing for her to move.
Most looked astounded, perplexed with brows raised high and their mouths left ajar, sparring the last thing on their minds. Exhaling shakily, she didn't know how, but her cheeks burned even further at the unwarranted attention. Especially when she caught sight of Tseng and the Liang twins within the throng, a wily smile, and discreetly gesturing something lewd with their fingers.
Bristling, Korra's expression twisted into a scowl. She didn't dare brave another glance at Tarrlok because she knew she'd die out of mortification. Korra opted to release him completely, moving away from him as if she was burned and nearly stomping her way out the room.
However, just before she passed the threshold and slammed the door with a forceful rattle that she even thought the wood would splinter, she blindly punched the wall beside it in a fit of rage. An imprint of her fist crumbled the painted drywall in her wake.