A/N: This may be tmi, but I got horny enough to write this in 3 days :)) Also! This isn't a lesson, but it is an 'important' chapter lol.
Feedback of any kind is welcomed and appreciated! Enjoy!
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Korra could feel his hands. Large and warm. Unrelenting and tightening their grip on her hips.
She could feel him all around her. His scent of spiced vanilla and sandalwood, his hot breath panting and curling at her neck, his chest pressed flush against her back, his loose hair draping around them like a curtain and tickling her bare shoulders.
They were in his office. The cool colors of grey and blue tinting them in a haze, the shining rays of sunlight filtering through the large windows. Anyone could take a glance into his office and see them fucking, though she knew that was the least of their concerns. Maybe the tabloids would find yet another excuse for a headline. Maybe Tarrlok would bait them by fucking her harder that all that was left was them shivering with ecstasy.
Erotic sounds were spilling past their lips, mixing together with the rush of water behind them and the grating sound of his desk against stone. She knew she was dreaming at this point. With the way her mind was unabating with the subject, even in lucidity, she couldn't bring herself to care. At least, she could indulge this in her dreams without consequence.
She'd never experienced this type of pleasure, this intimacy, but her mind seemed to fill her imagination, guiding her through that constant ache between her legs. He was groaning into her neck, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he thrusted into her. Loud and uncaring. The feeling was stirring wildly in her abdomen, though she knew that with every jerk of his hips crashing into her ass, the perfect lewd slap of skin against skin, Korra matched his groan with her own cry of pleasure.
He had her bent over his desk, a leg propped up and the harsh edge of wood digging into her thigh with every one of his impassioned thrusts.
It began with slow, demanding pushes of his hips, but it rapidly disintegrated to nothing more than poignant, reckless rutting.
They were nearly there. That delicious sensation welling up within her, she could feel it. Tarrlok's breath was hitching, quickening between the intermittent groans and grunts and bites and kisses he placed on her neck. One of his hands deviated from her hip and inched its way to where they were joined.
With a few strokes to her neglected pearl, she was shuddering helplessly against him as her head tipped back against his shoulder. A desperate, tortured moan of ecstasy tore its way out of her lungs.
Korra. She heard him say.
Korra. It came again, though his husky voice faltered to a concerned, girly tone.
Abruptly, she woke up to the feeling of someone jerking her out of sleep. What the hell?
Eyes jostling wide open, Korra made an undignified noise at the back of her throat when three kids obscured her vision instead of a sunlit, vast office.
"Korra? Are you okay? We heard you making a lot of noise in your sleep." Ikki said, pushing her side the slightest bit. The worry was evident in her grey orbs.
"I-erm," she grumbled out unintelligibly. With the dream still fresh in her mind, Korra couldn't do anything but feel herself grow warm with a fiery blush as she was frozen in her spot. Dumbly, her mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing came out.
"Yeah, are you okay?" Meelo repeated, enunciating every word as if she were a fool. Well, in a sense, her mind was numb with what in Koh's name was going on, but despite it all, Korra audibly gulped.
Abruptly, the back of a cool hand came up to her forehead and Korra flinched. "You feel feverish," Jinora added pitifully.
A succinct nod came from Ikki before she shuffled off the bed and yelled, "Daaaaad!"
Following his sister, Meelo bounced off the mattress that caused Korra to squeeze her eyes shut at the sudden jerks. "Dad! Korra's sick!"
"I'll make you some warm tea," Jinora said, placing a gentle hand on her arm before slipping out of her room a second later.
With all three of them gone, her door wide open, the sound of another set of footsteps hurriedly walking to and fro in the hallway, and arousal still singeing her nerves, Korra threw the sheets over her face in mortification.
Groaning, she knew it would be a long day ahead of her.
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"You guys will do great, I'm sure of it. You guys don't realize how amazing you are when working together as a team." Asami said, curling an arm around Mako's.
They'd just finished practicing for the competition tomorrow, and even though there was still a lot to be done and perfected - which she knew they'd get to the next morning - Korra could feel the electricity of triumph in the air. Her and the brothers spent a good chunk of the afternoon bending with each other and strategizing ways they could use the element of surprise on those stupid Wolfbats.
She just hoped it'd work out in the end.
Now, they strolled along the crowded path of the markets. It was still light enough that the lanterns weren't lit in a warm, golden glow, though the sight of steam coming from individual stalls and obscuring their view made her think they would.
As cold as it had been, it felt astounding against her heated skin. She probably stank of sweat from the amount of perspiration that dripped down the side of her face nearly thirty minutes prior, but she couldn't be bothered to do anything besides lightly bend water down her body when they were at the gym. It didn't even matter. An amalgamation of scents tickled at her nostrils that it completely drowned out the smell of their exertion. From fried dumplings to steaming kebabs and noodle soup, and vendors selling their produce and freshly butchered meat, Korra couldn't stop her eyes from fleeting over the area in excitement.
Then something caught her eye in the frenzy. Past the mochi stand and a florist selling fire lilies, stood a stall that could be of good use.
That over there.
Cerulean squinted as she tried to sneak a few glances into the stall. Newspapers were piled on the counters, while tabloids and magazines were strewn about the hanging sleeves. Was this what Tarrlok was talking about all those weeks ago? That she shouldn't go looking through them because they were nothing but gossip and trashy tips on sex?
Just to annoy him, she supposed she could let her curiosity run rampant this time. She did have a few yuans on her that she could use this one occasion.
"True, I just hope the Wolfbats don't know what's coming for them." Mako chuckled, his voice cutting her thoughts short.
"Yeah, we'll crush 'em!" Bolin beamed as he punched a fist into his other hand threateningly, a devious grin stretching his lips.
Korra laughed. "That's what I like to hear." She said, cocking her hip to the side as they stopped in a long line for a booth that sold crab puffs.
"Do you guys want anything to eat here? I'm paying." Mako asked. His thumb was gesturing towards the stand that caused Korra to glance over his shoulder and scan the menu. Most were of Earth Kingdom staples: crab puffs, vegetable and seaweed wraps, hell, even Pau buns. But something wicked lingered at the back of her mind.
It being those stupid magazines.
Waving a hand in their direction, Korra pursed her lips. "Um, you guys can get if you want, I'm in the mood for something else. Like some steamed dumplings." It wasn't necessarily a lie when she really was in the mood for steamed dumplings - something her parents always made for her on extra cold evenings when she snuck out of the compound - though she knew she'd be purchasing something out of her curiosity beforehand.
Before she stepped out of the line and made a move back down the path they entered from, Asami slipped her arm out from around Mako's. "Yeah, you two can stay here, I'll go with Korra." She said without waiting for a response.
Mildly amused, Korra offered Asami a sidelong glance as they strode back down the crowded path and felt two pairs of eyes - one golden, one emerald - lingering at the back of her head. "I didn't realize you wanted steamed dumplings, too." Korra said.
Asami made a noise at the back of her throat. "I saw you eyeing the stall with magazines, and I figured I could indulge in buying one if you are. I haven't read the latest issue." She shrugged, easily dodging the people sifting through the throng.
"Mn," Korra nodded. When they reached the stall, her eyes fleeted over the many glossy covers. Some were encased in a plastic covering - those had a warning label on them that clearly read, 18+ only - while others were easily in reach. Squirming the slightest bit, she realized those at the top were certainly filled with lewd material considering she saw a few lingering beside the counter at Bad Badgermole when Tarrlok paid for her… toy. Swallowing over the lump in her throat, she rubbed her nape nervously. "Do… you have a favorite magazine or something? Yeah know, for…" Korra gestured vaguely.
Bemused, slow realization dawned on Asami's face before she released a soft giggle.
"Oh, those magazines." She smiled. "Well, do you want outright lewd or just for fun entertainment?" Asami offered her a knowing glint in viridian.
"Fun entertainment," she blurted sheepishly. No way in hell would she actually purchase some debauched magazines… well, at least not in front of anyone she knew. Her curiosity was both a wonderful and terrible thing, and she doubted she wouldn't ever indulge in it. Because that was just laughable at this point.
Asami snickered. "Got it. If you want trashy, then I suggest that one there-" She nodded towards the stack that read, The City Reporter. "It's nothing but filled with trashy, anonymous stories from all over Republic City. But if you're looking for something just entertaining, I like to look through the sex column and random quizzes in this one. It helps pass time." She slid one of the magazines out of the sleeve. It read, Gossip Republic. While she would've normally been skeptical, her fascination was overweighing her trepidation, especially when she saw the '50 best sex tips' in bold off to the bottom right corner.
Pursing her lips, Korra grasped one out of the sleeve and slammed it down in front of the vendor. "I'll take one."
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Staring at the ceiling was getting her nowhere when she was too anxious to sleep. Her nerves were overwrought with apprehension and excitement. Her body was nothing but restless that made her hands clammy with disgusting sweat. Taking a few glances out the window didn't help matters because she knew it was too late to be awake, or at least in regards to tomorrow.
It was nearing midnight from what she could sense. Of course, this would happen to her on one of the days she needed sleep the most. Was something going to happen? Why was she still awake? Why was her body torturing her? A groan was halfway out of her throat, while her palms were digging into her eyes until spots ate at her vision, utterly frustrated that she couldn't get any peace of mind, let alone the will for her body to relax.
Spirits, she needed the sleep and the deafening silence that should've calmed her nerves were doing anything but that. Instead, it was irritating the hell out of her.
Huffing, Korra turned on her side. Unconsciously, cerulean eyed the books collecting dust on her shelf. Those two books glared back at her, jeered at her just as the man himself would if he ever discovered she hasn't touched them since he gave them to her. She could almost hear the condescending reprimand with the lilt in his voice, and she could certainly see the haughty smile he wore that bordered on disappointment.
A part of her wanted to go along with that train of thought, because somehow somewhere that reprimand would've caused something in her to rekindle with devious mirth. She couldn't, though. She needed to take the edge off, and it certainly wouldn't be the enticing, numbing sensation of sleep anytime soon.
A long, suffering sigh escaped her as she pursed her lips. Did she dare? Just to annoy him if he ever found out, she wanted nothing more than to turn over and pretend she never saw those books, or even forgot she had them in the first place.
But the curiosity was nagging at her brain. If sleep wouldn't come to her, maybe looking at those books would help, she tried to reason.
Fuck it.
Tossing the sheets off to the side, Korra grasped the two books and cradled them in her arms. Before sitting down at her desk, her eyes lingered on the gift he bought her, and immediately backtracked… well, two gifts he purchased for her, she corrected.
She guessed if she were to do this, then it'd be best to get it out of her system before championships tomorrow. Maybe that'd help her relax.
Bending down, she grasped the untouched bottle of wine still wedged within the picnic basket and rifled through her drawer in search of the golden bullet that was left spotless since their night out together. The most she could do that night was recall his so-called lecture before hastily shoving it between all the folded underwear with a fiery blush. A tinge of heat came crawling back up her neck as she gazed at her reflection in the gold. Dear Koh, was she seriously going through with this? Wicked delight and apprehension coursed through her veins. Just in case, she thought devilishly.
Resolutely, she sat down and carefully popped the cork of the wine bottle out. A resulting pop was heard that made Korra wince in hopes that no one woke up from it. Pausing, she stretched her ears for any sounds in the hallway through the rush of her beating heart. Nothing. When she deemed it safe, she released a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding and took an experimental swig of the wine.
Smooth and bitter, but delicious nonetheless. Just as she recalled.
She didn't plan on actually reading the books, because from the few glances she took of it in his office, she already knew it was more of a textbook than what she claimed she needed.
And what she needed was practice, not more of this theory bullshit. Sure it helped understand what was going on better, but in regards to her playing out the role of a seductress, well, that needed some fine tuning.
Quickly skimming the pages, Korra strayed on a few paragraphs, reading them before searching for anything else that piqued her interest, all while sipping at the wine. Making out, heavy petting, male and female anatomy. All of this was mildly interesting, but all it did was subtly stir that flame low in her abdomen and imagine what could be acted out if a prissy Councilman was here with her right now, instead of who-knows-where.
Licking her lips, Korra's breathing hitched. Then it dawned on her. Spirits, how was she getting turned on by this? It acted similar to a textbook, not blatant filth she knew would be strewn about in those lewd magazines.
Regardless, Korra chalked it up to the wine. It wasn't necessarily a complete lie when she knew alcohol loosened her nerves, her mouth, and her inhibitions. It would explain the heat welling up and stirring in her body. Flipping to the back of the book, she felt her blood rush faster at the sight of numerous examples of sex positions. They were nothing more than simple outlines of stick figures mimicking the positions, but it still caused warmth to slowly creep up her neck nonetheless.
She gazed at them longer than she should've, but she couldn't stop her eyes from wandering the page. Sixty-nine? Reverse cowgirl? The hot seat?
What the hell?
Feeling a hot flush coloring her cheeks, Korra took a few healthy gulps of the wine - even though she knew that was the last thing she needed - and eyed the magazine on the corner of her desk.
Would it include stuff like this?
Interest all the more piqued, she snapped the books closed and slid them to the corner of her desk. Instead, she brought the magazine forward. This was new territory. Despite knowing full well these were the tabloids she and Tarrlok adorned the front cover of weeks ago, she went out of her way to avoid looking at them, but this didn't necessarily look trashy.
There was a woman on the cover; short, bulbous curls just above her shoulders as she adorned a slim dress, all while puckering painted lips and tipping a hat towards the camera. She appeared to be a model or maybe an actress of some sort. Just as she recalled from that afternoon, Korra studied the claims from the front cover. It was probably blatant lies or exaggerations, as Asami warned her as she purchased the magazine, yet she couldn't stop herself from feeling compelled to egg her curiosity on further.
Korra sifted through the glossy pages. Past the trashy gossip and the quizzes that Asami mentioned, she found the sex column. Top 50 tips that will make you come every time! It read. With a scoff, she tilted her head to the side. That sounded fake, but she couldn't deny she was fascinated with what lies they could be spewing when her eyes unknowingly glanced down the list.
One of them read, Use your toes! Foot play can help ease your nervousness and be a little playful! Grasp, wiggle, anything!
Another one said, Be vocal! Don't stifle your sounds or hold your breath! We tend to do these subconsciously when we're nervous, but doing so hinders your sexual response as well as make your partner tense up.
Korra released another scoff. Simply based on the fading memory of her dream, she assumed these were natural curiosities of sex rather than tips. Despite wanting to close the magazine and toss it underneath her bed out of a loss of a few yuans, she glanced further down the list.
Abruptly, she stopped at one that said, The Art of the Fellatio! 34 percent of men say they wish a girl would surprise them with oral when they walk in the door.
Was that true?
Furrowing her brows, she considered it. Maybe? Tipping her head back and drinking large gulps of wine, Korra realized she was already past the halfway point of the bottle. Oops? Abruptly, an idea formed in her mind. It was half-assed at best, though a large part of her didn't care.
With the alcohol swimming in her blood, her inhibitions were loosened, slackened that she felt much more emboldened to even risk a move that would undoubtedly be traced back to bite her in the ass if Tenzin, or even the Equalists, decided to tap her wire. Heat colored her cheeks and a subtle pulsing was felt at the tips of her ears that mirrored the arousal stirring deep in her stomach.
Goddamnit.
Biting her lower lip, Korra snatched the phone that was barely ever used and rotated the dials to the office she was overly familiar with until she heard it ringing. Why she was doing this was beyond her comprehension, but she decided it'd be fun to pester him, especially when that tip was still lingering at the back of her mind. With it being past midnight, she doubted he'd be there - he's probably in his lavish home, coddling a glass of the same wine she was drinking, or maybe even drenching himself in bath oils or going through his hair-care routine - but it never hurt to try. Maybe it being a dead line would force her to rethink doing such a stupid thing. Maybe she'd get her head out of the clouds.
Suddenly, the ringing stopped and Korra didn't know whether her heart was beating out of her chest or it simply stopped out of shock.
"Councilman Tarrlok speaking." His voice, as prudent as he was, she could hear the exhaustion and mild irritation laced in the few words he spoke. He was probably confused why the hell someone would be calling him this late in the night, or probably just as bewildered why he was still at City Hall as she was.
Audibly gulping, Korra stiffly leaned back into her chair. "Uh, hey, Tarrlok." She managed quietly, though with a wince, she cringed at hearing the slight nervousness in her voice.
She didn't plan on getting this far, and it probably showed.
"Korra?"
Anxiously, she let out a soft titter, before reflexively grasping the wine bottle. "Yeah, it's me."
"Well, what do I owe the pleasure of speaking with the Avatar so late? I assumed you'd be off to get some rest since your competition is tomorrow, but I guess I was wrong." He said as she ran her thumb along the indents of the label, almost absentmindedly memorizing the gold cursive.
Korra shrugged as if he could see. "I was, but I couldn't go to sleep, so I decided to do some homework." She replied, taking another swig of the bitter liquid.
A terse exhale of amusement was heard from the other line. "Homework, huh?" He asked teasingly.
Korra rolled her eyes because he was probably smirking the way he usually was as a smile of her own curled the corners of her lips upward despite herself. "Not that homework." She chuckled, before dwelling more on it. With the books discarded off to the side and the golden bullet perched so delicately beside the splayed magazine, she couldn't deny she was intrigued and very much tempted. "...yet…" She added devilishly in an afterthought.
"You didn't answer my question." He pressed, though it wasn't a complaint, more out of curiosity.
Placing the bottle back onto the table's surface, her toes curled inward in restlessness. "Well, uh, I was looking through the books you gave me, then got terribly bored because everything is so… clinical… so I decided to look through a magazine I bought earlier today."
"A magazine." Blankness that bordered on disgruntlement dripped from his voice.
Her smile grew the slightest bit wider as her fingers played with the edges of glossy paper. "Yeah, those tawdry ones you told me not to look into." She teased, cerulean distantly fleeting over the fifty tips listed on the page.
A soft sigh and a creak was heard from the other end as she pursed her lips. She could imagine him leaning back into his chair with whatever he's been working so tirelessly on completely forgotten in favor of this conversation. Odd as it may seem, the image came naturally to her and she liked it. "And what did you gather from it? More than likely prove that I was right, correct?" He asked, the smile in his baritone evident.
"Shut up." She uttered with quelled mirth, the usual venom nonexistent as she gazed at the page. "Actually, I have a question for one of them."
"Which is?" He drawled.
"Well, it says, The Art of the Fellatio! 34 percent of men say they wish a girl would surprise them with oral when they walk in the door… Is that true?" A part of her cringed at the fact that she read that aloud, to Tarrlok of all people, but all she heard was a soft chuckle in response. Her cheeks blazed with embarrassed heat, but then there was a crinkle of paper on the other end.
"No," he said. "I don't know who would like to be so suddenly surprised by that, and considering it's only thirty-four percent of whatever group they interviewed - if they even interviewed them - I doubt that's hardly a tip you should consider." He explained, the amusement evident. "So, in regards to these tips, what's your conclusion?" He asked when she quietly sipped at the wine, flustered by the way she was even thinking it were true.
Halfheartedly, Korra shrugged once more. "I don't know, some of the tips are pretty tame from what I can see, but there are a few that seem pretty ridiculous."
Tarrlok harrumphed in response. "Besides that one you just read? You've piqued my interest, try me."
"Er-" Her mind scrambled as she gazed at the page in mild panic. "Really?" She managed.
"Mhm,"
A part of her wanted to laugh it off and make a joke out of it, because she felt as though something terrible would come out of this, but then again, she was horribly fascinated and the wine did nothing but want to indulge in that fascination. It all but stopped her from rapidly acquiescing. Eyes scanning the page for anything and ultimately stopping on one, Korra made a noise at the back of her throat. "Okay, like this one," she said, before quickly sneaking a sip of wine in and placing it back on the table. "Please your man by mimicking a handjob but with the use of your bosom. Slide him up and down between your cleavage and even use twisting… motions…" She ended slowly.
It wasn't until she finished reading that that it occurred to her how inappropriate this was. That the Avatar was calling a Councilman in the middle of the night, saying these things to him, as if asking him about these things would make him groan in need just as he did in her dreams. Then a part of her didn't understand why she was so surprised at this point. She was well aware this lust between them spanned over several weeks was building and she wanted something done soon lest she'd go mad.
Though, considering everything, it intrigued her that she was entertaining him, and he to her.
As if she didn't just say those things, Tarrlok replied, "That one isn't ridiculous."
"Really?"
A soft chuckle. "Read me another." He challenged.
"Um…" Cheeks blooming with heat and heart pounding the slightest bit faster, Korra's index finger skimmed the page in search of another tip as she bit her lip, tasting the bitter tang of alcohol on them. Another sound rumbled at the back of her throat before she blindly grasped at the bottle of wine. "Play out fantasies by exploring different dynamics. Master and slave, healer and patient, boss and employee, student and teacher-"
Wildly coughing, Korra felt her cheeks burning even further. Why were a few of these roles reminiscent of their own?
It didn't help matters when she heard him chuckling, more than likely out of her expense. Spirits, he was lucky he was across the city and not beside her, because she wouldn't have an issue punching him in the gut.
"Are you okay, Avatar? You're not embarrassed, are you?" He asked, the lilt in his voice causing her brow to twitch in mild annoyance.
After what he's put her through, she didn't know how she could feel as much embarrassment as she did with their previous lesson. At least with their make out session of sorts she could hide it behind feeling his body against hers or simply get lost in the feel of his lips.
Clearing her throat and placing the bottle back on the table, Korra blinked away the few tears obscuring her vision. "N-no, just drinking that wine you gave me a few weeks back and I think it went down the wrong tube." She half lied with a pout.
"Mn," he hummed, though the sound was enough to indicate that he didn't believe a word she said. "Regardless, those don't sound very ridiculous to me. If anything, maybe it's saying to play with power dynamics." He suggested.
"Tch, and we both know you love that." Korra responded sardonically.
"Well, in our case, there's no need to imagine."
Whether it was his words or his tone or merely the alcohol filtering through her system, she didn't know what was the cause of her heart pounding faster against her chest. Maybe it was the combination of his implication and the wine… and maybe even the accessible reading material in her reach. Swallowing over her dry throat, Korra bit her lower lip. "So, what would you do, Councilman? Out of the four, which calls out to you?" Nosiness was no stranger to Korra, but the thought alone got her mind racing. Leaning back into her chair and twisting it around a bit anxiously, she gripped the magazine and strayed on the tip longer than she should've. "I know which one doesn't for me." She added mischievously.
Judging by his baritone, she could sense he was enraptured in this phone call. "Do tell."
Korra hummed in thought, pursing her lips playfully to stifle the smile. "Well… right now, the student and teacher fantasy seem to be a bit on the nose with what we're doing even if you aren't really a teacher. So, maybe either the master and slave, or the healer and patient-"
"The master and slave seem a bit degrading-" He interjected.
"You didn't let me finish." Korra interrupted harshly.
Silence met her ears. Was he taken aback? Was he mildly shocked? If he was, she couldn't stop the smile from curving her lips. "I apologize." He muttered, the tinge of elation and pride dripping from his tone.
"If it was in regards to you, and considering you relish being bossed around… I'd say that's a load of bullshit and you like the idea of master and slave." "For me, I think I'd like to play around with the boss and employee scenario. Or replace it with our Task Force ranking considering you're one above me. "
"Outside of those four, tell me one of your fantasies."
"Tch, yeah, nice try."
There was no way in hell she'd do that without more alcohol. Speaking of alcohol… Korra grasped the bottle and took a healthy gulp of the wine until only a few more swigs were left in the bottle. She felt the liquid leave a trail of warmth pooling in her belly that she adamantly refused to believe was anything else but that. All this talk on fantasies, let alone sex itself was enough for her to feel some type of awkwardness.
Another creak was heard from Tarrlok's end. "Indulge me, Avatar. It's been a long night." He prompted, the unrelenting smugness rolling off of him in waves even from a telephone. Korra pressed her lips in a firm line, thinking. When she didn't answer, Tarrlok's voice was almost reluctant. "Hello?"
"I'm thinking!" She laughed as he responded with another entertained hum.
What were her fantasies? She hasn't really sat down and thought about it, though with her past crushes, she could only assume she relished the idea of secrecy… or maybe the idea of getting caught was what truly aroused her. After their sparring, as frustrating as he'd been, the feel of him hot and hard right at the apex of her thighs sent a sweltering lance of excitement up her spine despite herself.
Then nearly getting caught in the cave. If it weren't for Tenzin and the White Lotus guards, she would've been compelled to push it further, if not for her curiosity, then certainly to bait him and string him along like a slobbering pup.
Taking the last swig of her wine, Korra reached out to the golden bullet and inspected the shiny surface that shone her reflection. "Well, I like having to sneak around, or even just the idea of getting caught at the back of my mind. It's intriguing." She answered absently.
"So, that's why you chose that scenario."
"Yeah." She drawled, her thumb and index finger twisting the small, flat knob at the bottom that caused it to slowly vibrate, and as she twisted it further, the vibrations intensified. Hastily putting a cease to it, Korra felt a flush burn her cheeks and her heart thump rapidly against her chest. "What about you? It isn't fair for me to tell you without you doing the same." She managed to blurt.
Spirits, she hoped he didn't hear that. Or rather, anyone on Air Temple Island for that matter.
"As repetitive and unimaginative as it may sound, the same as yours." Tarrlok confessed huskily.
"Tch, you're fucking with me." She scoffed, but then realized her poor choice of words a moment too late.
And of course, the Councilman caught on.
Cheekily, he responded with, "I'd like to."
Heart hammering wildly against her ribcage, Korra bit her lower lip, unsure of how to respond, though she settled with an unintelligible, "Um." There was a pause on his end as she shifted in her seat. Even though they were miles away, she sensed the tension rapidly building as she waited.
"What if I decided to visit the Island tomorrow morning. Maybe before or during your meditation."
Korra audibly swallowed at the change in his tone.
"Okay?" She egged on, reluctantly yet horrible fascinated at the turn of events. Her breath was shaky - partly due to apprehension, and partly due to elation, though arousal stirred heavily in her blood.
Lethargically sneaking the golden bullet down between her sweats and undergarments, Korra moved on instinct to quell that heated ache between her thighs. "What would you do if I asked to talk to you in private?" He asked, his tone trifling yet menacing all at the same time. When she didn't answer, he continued. "What if I pulled you into an empty room and kissed you the way we did with each other before we got interrupted?" A curious yet intentional twist of the knob and that slow vibration began all over again. Korra gasped at the first touch. "Would you push me away? Or would you let me undress you?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Use your words, Korra." He demanded sternly, though the amusement was rampant in his intonation. Despite everything in her body, she was helpless to feel the delicious thrumming at the mild threat, at the sparks of intoxicating warmth lancing down her nerves.
Twisting the knob further, the vibrations intensified, even if by a margin. "Y-yes, I would let you." She uttered, squeezing her eyes shut. She focused on the sound of his voice and the succulent sensations between her thighs.
Unconsciously, Korra parted her legs the slightest bit further. "And what if I wanted to do more than what we did that night in my office?"
"Like?" She managed to ask breathlessly.
"Kiss your breasts, down your stomach… touch you just as you're playing with yourself right now." Her heartbeat hastened, jumping into her throat at his words. How the hell did he know, she wanted to ask. Her lips mouthed the words, but nothing came out except for an incomprehensible moan of sorts. Then a breathless chuckle was heard in her ear. "Does it feel good?" He questioned, intrigued.
"Spirits, yes." She moaned aloud.
"Do you want me to stop touching you? Or do you want me to go further?" He prodded, asking as if he truly were bent down between her legs and pressing all too heady circles against her clit, and ultimately replacing the bullet pinched in her grasp.
"More," she uttered feverishly, feeling her body pulsing with desire.
"I want to taste you. To feel you around me. I want to hear you beg and scream my name in a failed attempt to keep quiet." He muttered into her ear. Her senses were acutely aware of what he was doing, of what she wanted, but she kept the toy in place and pretended his body was pressed against her own and he was following through with his words. "I want you to come for me."
Spirits. The vibrations, his voice, his demands. She couldn't stop herself from grasping the phone that threatened to shatter from how tight she was gripping it. She couldn't stop herself from that persistent, mind-numbing shudder of the golden bullet. She couldn't stop herself from succumbing to that sensation she desperately wanted to fall into.
"Fuck." She gasped, before having half a mind to bite the inside of her cheek lest something loud managed to slip past her lips.
Hot shudders bolted down her nerves that caused her body to grow taut and arch against the chair. Despite her efforts, a few soft moans escaped her as her legs clamped around her wrist. Korra rode out the swell of her ecstasy until she felt herself shivering, overwhelmed by the sudden and rapid tidal wave of pleasure searing within her body.
Satiated and utterly boneless.
With her breathing labored and her heart rate only beginning to return to its normal pace, the sheer gravity of what she was doing, and who she was doing this with, crashed on her as deafening silence met her ears. Coherent words weren't in her slackened grasp, and neither was the fact that she could barely bring herself to care for what in Koh's name was going on.
Audibly gulping, Korra released a shaky sigh and pulled the now slick bullet from within her sweats, completely embarrassed.
"Get some rest, Avatar. Good luck with your competition tomorrow." He said with a combination of smugness and terseness, before the line abruptly went dead.
Releasing another shaky breath, Korra placed the phone back in its place and inspected the toy still in her grasp. She was partly intrigued, but the part that was disgusted outweighed her mild fascination. She supposed she'd have to clean it, but her muscles were limp, a fuzzy sensation tingling all throughout her body as she wilted in her seat..
Well, this was certainly a way to relax before championships.