A/N: Hi, babs! I edited the smut chapter 'Lesson Ten' and added a bit more after I felt it was a bit lacking. I might edit it again, but who knows with my motivation lol
Other than that, feedback of any kind is welcomed and appreciated! Enjoy!
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She was sure the sound of his voice could lull her in a daze. With the almost stern intonation in his voice, utterly uncompromising and that he was nothing but business, she couldn't stop herself from being aroused by that.
Maybe she had a thing for power just as he did. The thought lingered at the back of her mind since she discovered her fondness for him, especially as she watched him at the front of the room.
Korra propped her chin on her hand. She had to admit, Tarrlok had his moments. The moments of wanting nothing but control over a situation, sometimes overwhelmingly so, just as much as she wanted it. Of course, she chalked it up to their respective duties as public figures, yet there was something else hidden in there. Sometimes there was malice, sometimes there was nothing more than concern.
But she couldn't stop herself from being intrigued by it.
She always relished besting him. At first, it'd been nothing more than to pester him. The irritated look on his face was always a treat that caused a laugh to bubble in her throat. But since their lessons, their sparring, she indulged in witnessing that surrender on his handsome face, the glimmering elation and the impulse to have someone as elusive as him underneath her thumb.
If she considered him from afar, just as the Councilman and the first in command for the Task Force that many of the people surrounding them regarded him as - despite her knowing the man for little more than three months now - Korra could see the appeal he had, as annoying as that had been to admit. He oozed confidence and arrogance all in the same breath. He held power and authority, experience and prowess at his fingertips. Merely the sight of his gesturing hands were enough of an indicator that he held all of that in abundance.
Especially whenever she got to see him waterbend. Let alone him touching the hot surface of her skin, threatening to set herself ablaze.
Korra licked her lips. Cerulean traveled over his form-fitting uniform and imagined they were alone, that she had an opportunity to touch him just as they were able to in the safe confines of his home. The responding twitch in his muscles to her touch, the enticing grooves of his chest and back, and even more deliciously, lower to his hard length.
His eyes were on hers when she glanced back at him. Amusement flashed in his pale blue, yet it was something of silent acknowledgement and mild fascination than anything serious. Even as he held her gaze, he didn't falter in his words. Instead, it flickered over the Task Force members as he spoke. Of what, specifically? She couldn't say, she hasn't been paying attention for the better part of the meeting that began thirty minutes ago.
He'd probably reprimand her later for that since glittering pale blue repeatedly fluttered to meet her gaze. But she didn't care. She held his eyes in challenge, though she failed in her attempt to silently mock him when he looked a little too appealing under the fluorescence. How he managed that was beyond her. In fact, it irritated her that little effort could be done on his part and he still had allure dripping from his pores while she had to try her damnest to find something akin to eroticism to match him.
Because if she was anyone else taking a glance at herself, she was sure she looked how she felt.
Dazed with warmth stirring low in her. Utterly fazed by his presence despite her poor attempts.
Korra narrowed her eyes a fraction. She sat in her usual uncomfortable chair, listening, but not registering his words. Instead, she cast a sidelong glance at the twins sitting beside one another at the adjacent end of the table. Their faces alone were hardened, serious, completely focused on the task at hand, and even nodding a few times to nothing in particular as Tarrlok continued. In all honesty, she should've been listening to him just as they were - as well as the rest of the Task Force, really - but the sight of him alone was making her heart pound a little faster against her chest.
It could also be the fact that he was doing nothing but tormenting her since their time at the market. Simply because she was testing her patience, he found every believable excuse to strain her resolve. To break her in front of the people that could easily kill him if they found out.
From incessant smug innuendos that could be passed off as friendly banter, to the way he ran his hand down her back, just to cow away as he neared the curve of her ass, in front of Tenzin, Korra was sure he was testing her. As odd as it was, she duly noted the few times she'd merely meet his trifling gaze and it was enough to have her heart thumping almost too wildly within her chest, before returning to normalcy moments after he'd leave. Was that normal? Did she need to check in with a healer?
She shook her head at that and abandoned the thought entirely. This game of theirs hadn't extended outside of City Hall since the market, yet it seemed as though that was enough for the Councilman to tease her.
With the constant meetings with the Council, Tenzin found it most imperative that she attend since she was the Avatar, and these meetings involved bender and nonbender issues, as well as how to deal with Amon. She didn't have any qualms about attending, though it was significantly boring after the first meeting. Enough so that she had dreaded having to follow her airbending mentor to City Hall every morning after a shortened training session.
On the few days she attended, she had taken up a seat wedged between Tenzin and the Representative of the Fire Nation, slouching with crossed arms underneath her bust while listening to Tarrlok ramble on. Her foot tapped impatiently against the tiles and her face probably showed just how bored she was, yet she couldn't deny his baritone carried alluringly just as it had now in the Task Force briefing room.
It didn't matter what he was saying, his voice sounded nice, yet everything in her body wanted to take that back lest he found out.
He'd offer her half-lidded eyes, darkened with quelled lust despite the fact he was talking of nothing but serious topics. When she offered an opposing side, against his proposal on how to manage the Equalists, she stood from her seat and leaned forward with palms flat against the table's surface. Her eyes were glittering in a mixture of mirth, challenge, and earnestness. Her words prodded his proposal, breaking it down until he stood opposite of her with narrowed eyes, silent.
Even now, she recalled the tension hanging in the air. She was sure it could be passed off as the tension between opposing views in front of the Council, but between the two of them, she knew he sensed the flames fanning hotter as she waited for his response. When nothing came but a clench of his jaw, she smiled.
Utterly proud, Korra could see he was trying his best to keep from being fazed. Both at being bested by her, and fazed in a way that would certainly be unbecoming of a Councilman showing his physical attraction towards her.
She simply sat down then, the smile on her face stretching into an outright grin. Two could play at this game.
However, that didn't last long when she'd visited the police station alongside Tenzin, Tarrlok had already been speaking with Lin. Her airbending mentor was nothing short of irritated by that detail, though Korra felt herself grow warm when he blatantly roved pale blue down her body. His voice was trifiling, the innuendos obvious, and the implications with each stress of an innocent word had her cheeks flushing and her hands itching to do something. In all honesty, she was mystified that neither Lin or Tenzin didn't catch on as they all reviewed a few of the arrested Equalists' files.
She had to admit, her refusal to take his advances in stride had rapidly withered that day. She uttered something incoherent and tugged him to an empty corridor, pressing a few hasty kisses to his lips, though it didn't get as far as she wanted to when she heard footsteps coming their way. Clearing her throat and scratching at her nape, she excused herself to the bathroom and splashed some cold water onto her face before returning with Tarrlok eyeing her as if he wanted to devour her.
The need for cold water - either to douse herself in or to quench her dry throat - returned tenfold, though she tried to ignore him as she wedged herself between him and Tenzin, and barely listened to a word Lin was saying.
Korra was all too aware of his presence beside her. His scent enveloping her, his arms bracing against the marble counters, let alone the way the tip of his foot trailed a teasing line up the back of her calf. She was sure someone would discover them - he was making it so obvious - yet cerulean discreetly glanced at their surroundings and no one was in the station except for the few waiting on the benches, lost in the fine print of the newspapers.
At the time, Korra tried to stifle a smile from stretching her lips. Instead, she opted to chew at her lower lip to refrain from making a noise from his audacity, and tried to even the playing field by kicking his shin.
It must've worked because a small noise caught at the back of his throat that caused Lin and Tenzin to bizarrely ask if he was okay. Korra trained her face to be as placid as she could muster as she glanced at him, but the blatant amusement was obvious despite Tarrlok's near disgruntlement.
She was half expecting something to happen with Tarrlok since that visit to the police station, but there was nothing. Was it fortunate that nothing had? Probably. Were the spirits actually looking out for them? Korra nearly snorted aloud at that. That was unlikely, but she liked the thought, regardless.
Korra leaned back into her seat with a creak, absentmindedly chewing at her lower lip as she unknowingly slouched and watched the Councilman gesture towards the map behind him.
A large part of her wondered how the hell it even came to this. In what dimension was she living in?
The Avatar and the Councilman.
"...Korra," she heard Tarrlok call her name.
Bristling, Korra sat straighter in her seat. "Huh?"
There was a pause. Tension lingering in the air. It was painfully obvious she wasn't listening and she only involuntarily confirmed it when she caught everyone's eyes on her. Korra felt her cheeks grow warm at the attention, especially the pale blue that beamed all too happily in mirth and the subtle smirk curling his lips up. "I'd like to reiterate, for the sake of the Avatar's waning attention for our briefing, if anything is discovered, do not hesitate to find either me or Korra. We'll take care of it and be sure to be mindful of your surroundings. This is a rather large tip-off and I'd like it to be as successful as possible. Considering Amon has always been one step ahead of us, he more than likely already knows we'll be infiltrating this supposed headquarters of sorts, so please be on high alert, everyone." Tarrlok dismissed the members with a curt nod.
As she stood and straightened her uniform with her palms, she caught the twins' elated eyes on her as the rest of the Task Force filtered out of the room. She followed behind the large group, nearly punching the two women in the bicep, but Tarrlok grasped her wrist and pulled her towards him just as the other two exited the room. "Some advice: blatantly checking me out isn't helping our cause in trying to hide this, Korra." He whispered playfully in her ear, the amusement in his voice overbearing.
Korra snorted at that, pushing him away with a light shove to his chest. "Funny how you're giving me advice on that after nearly all week of you doing exactly that in front of Lin and Tenzin."
"I never said not to do it. I'm merely commenting on how you're going about it. Didn't I say early on in our lessons that seduction works best with subtlety?" He responded cheekily.
Korra folded her arms underneath her bust. "Oh, so this is a lesson now?" She asked, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her gaze mischievously.
"Not necessarily, but the finesse of seduction applies to a disguised relationship." He seemed adamant about keeping the conversation at that. Nothing more, nothing less, as he placed his hand at the small of her back and guided her out of the room with him following behind her.
As much as she knew he meant well, where was the fun in that?
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"So, would the Avatar be open to leaving the Councilman's side and hang out with us at Narook's for the night?" June asked teasingly, leaning against one of the lockers and waiting for her sister.
Since Tseng's absence with the Task Force - the twins had mentioned something along the lines of he and his boyfriend taking their five year anniversary vacation away from Republic City, which he should be back anytime now that she thought about it - the Liang twins had been poking and prodding her more than usual. Call it a hunch, but she was sure their attention on her and the Councilman never swayed.
If she didn't know any better, she would've assumed they've taken up a role as a silent matchmaker. But that was ridiculous. If their actions and motivations were of any indication, she'd call it more badgering them and stirring up the pot than anything.
"I'm not-"
"Don't mind her, Korra. You know she's just teasing." Ayla said, rolling her eyes as she stepped into a pair of trousers.
Korra huffed and slowly tied the end of her wraps in a knot. "Yeah, Korra, I'm just teasing." June emphasized, mimicking a gesture Tarrlok had done on the ride back to City Hall by tucking a stray tendril of hair behind her ear.
Even as he did it - more than likely to stir the pot between her and the twins, or even to get a reaction out of her - Korra nearly pawed at her cheeks burning with heat. During the ride back, she could sense he was doing everything in his power to make up for the day's loss of teasing opportunities. He'd lean in and whisper in her ear, touch her wrist to keep her from falling over, and apparently felt the need to tuck the few hairs stuck to her forehead behind her ear. As endearing as it was, it took all her willpower not to punch him in the side considering he chastised her about blatantly flirting with him.
The nerve he had.
Contradicting his every word by doing exactly the same thing he told her not to do. Especially after pulling her out of her musings! She nearly groaned aloud. Korra felt herself thrumming from Yue's pull. Since night fell, she was all too aware of the fact that it was a full moon. Sure, it strengthened her waterbending. Sure, it practically caused her blood to boil in nothing short of elation.
It made her feel alive. With one glance into Tarrlok's pale fire, she was more than sure he felt it, too.
However, it never dawned on her until then that the almost seductive pull of the full moon could potentially affect the already intense sensations of sex. She had no reason to tiptoe around the subject before. Sex was never a topic she seriously considered until recently. And now? She couldn't stop her mind from wandering.
Would it be any different? What about being submerged in their element? And what more with a fellow master waterbender?
Spirits, she was already succumbing to what her imagination conjured for her, yet Tarrlok incessantly interrupted her train of thought. Instead, she'd meet trifling pale blue and the twins' orbs full of gaiety. There was no winning in this situation, especially when arousal slowly burned in her lower abdomen and the source of her pleasure seemed to relish the flagrancy of seduction despite all the words they exchanged about keeping it private, hidden, well beyond closed doors.
Although, she couldn't completely chalk up the stirring emotions because of Yue. The ambush - more like fight - with the Equalists was certainly something that caused her blood to stir with adrenaline. Two of Amon's top chi blockers had tried to corner her, nearly jabbing at her pressure points, though they missed by a margin.
It was fortunate that they did because she would've been moving like a limp noodle.
Thrills of excitement lanced up her nerves as she moved on instinct, bending three of the four elements in a way that had them completely at her mercy.
Looking back, she knew she should've simply matched them by using raw muscle and the hasty punch of her fists, yet she was caught in the moment of it all. It was a tough fight, perspiration lining her forehead and making stray tendrils stick to her skin. However, she couldn't deny it was thrilling, as morbid as it was.
Tarrlok had helped her then, regarding her with a mixture of quelled pride and stifled arousal. It was hidden deep enough that it wasn't obvious, but with how long she'd been at his side, let alone talking of these things with him, he was getting more and more transparent with each encounter.
"Shut up," she batted the woman's hand away with a smile, feeling herself flush at the fact that they noticed.
"Wait, before you answer my question, I have a totally personal one if you don't mind me asking." June said with steepled fingers. The look on her face caused Korra to mildly recoil, simply because after dealing with the two of them for the better part of three months now, she was well acquainted with what that look entailed.
It was a look that was a combination of utter fascination that outweighed the sheepishness.
Reluctantly, Korra shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she pulled her sweats out of the duffle bag at her front. "Well, either way, I feel like I have no choice in this."
"You don't," June smiled. When Korra mentally prepared herself, taking a deep breath in and stepping into her sweats, she hesitantly met June's mirthful gaze. "Okay, be honest, are you and the Councilman…?" She drawled, gesturing lewdly with her fingers that imitated the act that they definitely had done.
"What?! No!" Korra lied. For once - thank the spirits - her voice didn't betray her. For once, the harsh pitch in her voice and the scowl curling her lips was enough of an advantage that it feigned even the slightest sliver of revulsion, even though it was anything but. A part of her winced at the fact that she had to regard him in such a way, yet she couldn't stop herself from doing so lest they were caught.
"Hm," June wilted boredly, practically dismissing her whole answer by cocking her hip out and pursing her lips.
Korra narrowed her eyes and blindly pulled her turtleneck out of the duffle bag. "What 'hm'? What do you mean by, 'hm'?" She pressed in feigned impatience. There was a hint of genuine panic in there, because one way or another, they must've figured it out. If not the whole story, then certainly some vague form of it.
"Fine, it's just hard to believe after we see you two go about doing stuff like that and you guys aren't- or at least, don't have some kind of feelings for one another." June explained, crossing her arms underneath her bust as Korra slipped her turtleneck on. Alright, she was definitely beginning to panic, but her mind scrambled to rationalize why Tarrlok could've teased her so blatantly other than the fact that he was trying to get a reaction out of her. "...And, I know you won't like this, but both of us and Tseng have been betting on whether you two are or not. I can't be for sure, but I think the rest of the Task Force is, too." She added almost sheepishly.
"I-I'm sorry?" Korra asked.
Bet?
Was that why everyone constantly glanced between her and Tarrlok with something knowing on their faces? As if they were waiting for something to happen? Was that why she incessantly heard muttered whispers behind their back as they talked privately? Or when they were merely alone? Her astonishment and some form of trepidation must've shown on her face, because Ayla let out a suggestive cackle as she tied the laces of her boots.
"Don't act so surprised, Korra. We see how you two look at each other, it only makes sense we do something fun out of it. And I mean, seriously, do you realize how much he's eating out of the palm of your hand?" Ayla said with raised brows.
It made her wonder why she hadn't thought about that before. She always assumed it was to grate on her and Tarrlok's nerves. How come she hadn't thought of that? If this were any other Task Force member, she'd certainly take part in it. Did Tarrlok know about this? Surely, right?
Korra released an almost nervous chuckle in response. "He's not. And we're not. I can assure you that." She said, tying her anorak around her hips with slightly trembling hands and toeing her boots on. "He's just… trying to get on my good side so it can make him look better for his public image. Trust me." It wasn't necessarily a lie, considering if their emotions didn't run rampant then she was sure the only reason why he indulged her this far was simply for his image. Thinking back to their interactions before she requested these lessons from him, it seemed like a facade. The diplomatic smiles that were nothing more than to persuade her into something she didn't want to do. Besides, he was a man of vanity regardless of her feelings towards him, and she knew that.
June wilted even further. "Hm, that's no fun."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Korra released another chuckle, though that quickly faded as she contemplated if Tarrlok would've been hurt at the way she quickly dismissed their suspicions. Regardless, she shook her head. At least they didn't know.
"Man, now we really need to pay Tseng." Ayla nudged her sister and zipped her duffle bag closed.
Korra tensed. Curiosity outweighed the part of her that wanted to act as though she were uninterested. "Wait, just… out of curiosity, how much were you betting?" She pointed her index finger between the two women with a cocked brow.
"A hundred yuans." June said with a shrug.
"A hundred?" Korra didn't know what to do with that information. Was she unnerved? Did she feel violated in some ways? Yes, but the thought that a hundred yuans were on the table at the expense of her and Tarrlok's relationship…
Spirits.
"Tseng proposed two hundred, but that's a little much." Ayla said, shrugging the strap of her duffle bag over her shoulder. Korra simply nodded, stiffly placing her uniform in her own bag. "So, what's your answer? Wanna eat some greasy fried noodles over sake and gossip?"
"I can't tonight. I have to wake up pretty early in the morning for training." She responded sheepishly. When the twins wilted even further, Korra panicked and nervously scratched at her nape. "Er- but I could tomorrow night, if you two are still up for it?" She smiled.
The twins eyed one another in some secret conversation, then a curt nod from both of them. "Seven sharp, okay?" Ayla said as they made their way to the exit.
"I got it, I got it." Korra giggled and bade them a goodbye. Cerulean watched as the two women exited with a flourished wave of their hands and ultimately left her utterly alone with the click of finality from the closing door.
Korra released a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. She made her way to one of the few showers that were behind her and turned the knob to let the water flow. Slowly, she stripped herself free of her clothing once again.
She hoped she wouldn't be waiting long. She couldn't take all this suspense with what was to come at the back of her mind.
With Yue shining high, the time nearing eleven, and the building free of anyone except him and the Avatar, Tarrlok made his way down the stairs with a small smile, feeling his blood thrumming to the pulse of the full moon. The night had been good, successful in some ways, yet knowing that Amon was still at large with those goons following his every step, he couldn't feel quite at ease as he'd like to be.
From the brawl he discovered Korra leading with two of the few top chi blockers of Amon's, his blood boiled at the sight. He was well aware she could handle her own, but that didn't stop him from feeling conern for her nonetheless. With her muscles that could intimidate any man, much less the fact that she could deftly bend three of the four elements, of course she could handle it. He watched and focused on their pulsing bodies, slowing their movements just subtle enough that Korra could easily best them.
She had no need for his aid, but he couldn't sit back and simply watch her. She'd more than likely comment on that later in the future.
Regardless of that detail, his Task Force sifted through the large building. They apprehended rather notable Equalists under Amon's watchful eye, though the man himself and his trusted advisor - his Lieutenant, from what he researched - were long gone. Most of their plans as well had been taken, except for the stray file that had a full fledged scheme of overtaking the Council scrawled hurriedly on paper.
Tarrlok took it, yet he knew something was amiss. As if hidden eyes were on them from afar. He couldn't deny it felt utterly deliberate. Perhaps Amon had meant for him or Korra to find it. With the man seemingly always a step ahead of them, he was sure it was anyways. With a deep intake of oxygen, he straightened his spine and lolled his head until a few delicious pops were heard. Spirits, he needed some rest, or maybe some tea. What was for certain was the fact that he needed a break from thinking about that madman traipsing around the city, lurking.
Pushing the door open with a creak, Tarrlok entered the locker room just as he caught sight of Korra toeing her way into one of the showers, a teasing smirk already lining her plump lips and cerulean glimmering in mischief. Well, this was certainly a way to distract him. Before he went further in, he flicked the lock of the door, just in case. Dim was the light, if he could truly call it that other than Yue's cool hues filtering through the small windows.
Splashing water graced his ears, however, no movement was heard other than soft padding of bare feet behind the curtain.
Once he stripped himself free of his own clothing, neatly folding them and setting them beside the haphazard heap Korra's was in and slipped the ties out of his hair, he entered the same shower she'd occupied.
She was already waiting for him. Wicked and demanding.
Her back was pressed against the wet tiles and her lower lip was caught between her teeth, chewing seductively at it. Her toned muscles glistened in the moonlight and her hair stuck to her skin alluringly. The scalding water steamed around them enticingly and dripped down her lithe body as if it were his own lips pressing kisses down the same path he traveled a week prior.
Spirits, she was gorgeous, nearly glowing in the moonlight.
He stood underneath the spray of the water, the captivating pull of their element, of Yue, tempting him so. He had to wonder, the last he'd been with a waterbender under Yue's guidance, and he could barely recall. He had to admit it'd been a while, perhaps even back to his days in university, yet he knew what lied ahead of him, the raw ecstasy.
Pale blue searched her face in the darkness. He sensed the full moon was tantalizing her as well, merely at the sight of blatant, rampant lust swimming in cerulean. Her features were illuminated by the slivers of white, dazed, yet utterly mocking.
"You know, you're in an awfully perky mood, considering you were ambushed tonight." He whispered, despite knowing full well there wasn't anyone else in the building. Besides them two, the last to leave were the twins that seemingly lingered a little too long for his tastes after everyone else on the Task Force had long left. If he didn't know any better, his whispered request for Korra to take as long as she could in the locker room must've slipped her mind given the two were happily accompanying her.
And she was happily indulging them. Regardless, now as he stood under the spray of water, relishing the numerous pulsations of their bodies, of the water, of the moon, Tarrlok was helpless to her intangible charm.
Playfully, Korra shrugged, her eyes roving over his naked body and straying with mischief over the swell of his growing arousal, a tinge of pink dusting her cheeks. "Yeah, well, I got to beat up some top-tier Equalists, so that makes my night a little better." She said, her voice echoing the near whisper his was.
Tarrlok couldn't take the tiptoeing. The obvious word play, the continuous banter, that had excitement coursing through their blood. After nearly a week of what their next encounter entailed, he was more than ready to continue where they left off. Licking his lips, he closed the small distance between them and pressed a chaste kiss to her plump lips.
"You did great tonight," he said, resting his forehead against her own.
Smiling, she pulled him closer with hands that trembled even the slightest bit. Was it due to apprehension? Perhaps excitement? Or perhaps it was the untouchable pulses of the moon? Whatever it was, her lips brushed against his teasingly. "Thanks, you, too." Korra uttered. He could taste her words, the praise no matter how small, and he relished it. Softness captured his own, moving in an eager rhythm that his hands traveled the curves of her sides and settled keenly on her hips. It was when her head tipped back against the tiles, pulling away from his mouth that was eager to taste more, that he could see the roguishness glinting heavily in her eyes. "Hey, did you know that they're betting on us?"
"Who?" He asked, having half a mind to vaguely register her words when the sound of her blood roaring in his ears was nothing but intoxicating. Distantly, he wondered if she'd notice if he'd hasten it a fraction just as he had throughout the week. Nothing worrying, merely something to heighten her senses in the throes of passion.
A kiss to her cheek here and a teasing bite down the side of her neck there, Tarrlok felt her shiver at his teasing touches as her breath hitched. "Tseng and the twins… and I'm pretty sure the rest of the Task Force. They said they were betting a hundred yuans on whether we were together or not. It's a little unnerving, but I can see where they're coming from." Korra released a breathy chuckle, closing her eyes and indulging the sensation of his lips against her skin. "Well, I mean, I'd do the same if you were doing this with someone else."
Tarrlok pulled away from her, pale blue searching her face despite the fact that he focused on her beating heart. It'd been gradually pumping faster since he entered the women's locker room, however, his eye contact must've caused it to spike.
Perhaps.
He couldn't stop from mulling over her words. Other than the known fact that if it really were someone else, she'd indulge in the gambling as well, but the unspoken question that hung in the air since their night together. "Are we together?".
Korra slowly blinked. The mischief faltered a bit. "... I don't know, are we?" She asked sheepishly. Her words weren't teasing in the slightest. Instead, she was almost apprehensive, though her genuine interest piqued as he gazed at her.
He wanted to say yes. Yet it didn't feel right to dictate something so ambiguous as their relationship. Because as much as he wanted to further their ties, he had little to no idea as to what went on in that pretty little head of hers, despite the blatant lust and her usual brashness.
Did she want to further this outside the context of sex?
Merely to quell the tension in the air, Tarrlok released a brusque exhale throught his nose and smiled before pressing a tender kiss to her lips once more and deviating down. "I don't think it's considered appropriate for a teacher to take a student in such a way." He uttered in jest, his baritone muffled against her skin as one hand trailed down the wet surface of her toned stomach.
Deft, long fingers snaked their way down her smooth curls and ran a digit along her slit, spreading them and began pressing gentle circles over the center of her interest. A shaky laugh escaped Korra as she grasped his wrist. A part of him assumed she wanted him to stop, yet she anchored his hand in place as the piqued delight in cerulean told him otherwise.
"More hands-on teaching, huh?" She dared, her breath beginning to come out in soft pants. Tarrlok released a terse chuckle then. Her desires were obvious laced within her innuendo and the gentle tug of his hand to go faster.
Already? He wanted to ask, yet he held his tongue.
"Mhm," he hummed in confirmation, leaning back in to nibble at the side of her neck, relishing the hypnotizing feel of her blood pumping beneath his lips. After years and years of hiding his skill in bloodbending, he had to admit, he would never grow tired of the sensation of blood surging underneath his lips as he centered at their fluttering vein, more so now that it was Korra.
"And what's the topic of this lesson? Sex in the shower? Try not to slip while fucking?" She asked, the tone in her voice bordered on a jest, yet told him she was anything but interested in conversation anymore.
"Does each lesson need a topic?" He asked, yet she didn't respond. "Perhaps dabbling into power and control?" He retorted teasingly against her lips, the smile in his voice blatant.
It seemed they were at a loss for the playful exchanges of words because Korra harshly tugged him to her lips, patience all but present as she laid searing kisses upon his lips and the pad of his finger hastening the tight circles over her bundle of nerves. They were pressed flush. Skin to skin, the erotic sensation of her full breasts and tight nipples dragging over his sculpted chest drove his thoughts into a frenzy. A soft moan rumbled against his mouth, yet as he deliberately released her - a whimper unconsciously left her lips at the lost contact - he uttered a cold and stern, "Turn around."
Delighted, Korra easily acquiesced, glancing at him with expectant eyes over her shoulder, until he pressed her flush against the wet tiles. She looked absolutely stunning. With lashes clumped together charmingly and her glistening body, sweltering water streaming down their forms, Tarrlok felt himself swell harder at the mere sight she made.
He laid fervent kisses down the curve of her neck and over her shoulders, before their mouths found each other once more. His hands wandered the smooth expanse of her body on his own accord. He reveled in the feel of her toned muscles twitching due to his ministrations without the use of his wicked skill. He relished the shameless reactions he gauged from her as he cupped a rather large breast as best as he could with their position, molding it and massaging her flesh possessively. As their lips hastened, mirroring the beat of their hearts, he felt movement over his groin.
A hiss and a shaky moan were released as they parted a fraction.
With darkened eyes, he watched cerulean beam in nothing short of disobedience as she repeated the teasing gyrations and anchored him by threading slim fingers into his drenched strands. Almost as if she were gladly waiting for his reprimand. Spirits, he couldn't take it. She was exquisite. Everything influencing their coupling was exquisite.
A deft hand gripped her hip, while the other strummed her quim, matching the rhythm she set for them. However, the longer she ground her ass against his groin, the more rigid the friction between them grew. Wanting more, he sped up his pace until she unknowingly followed.
Until the sensation of the thrums of pleasure was nearly palpable.
If he was doubtful about her desires before, her abandoned movements told him quite obviously what she wanted. As if their relentless banter wasn't enough of an indication. Just as she had in his study, she was rapidly losing herself to the depths of euphoria.
However, he couldn't allow that to happen. At least, not yet.
Soft moans bubbled at the back of her throat and his own labored breaths warmed the skin of her neck. Their lips found one another again as he stopped his teasings, and instead, gripped the other side of her hip to guide her. Every jut of her ass out, every wet slide of liquid fire against his thickening arousal, Tarrlok felt both of their bodies ready themselves for their inevitable union.
With their state of near frantic lust, his pupils dilated as he gazed upon her flushed face pulled into a pleasurable stupor. Nearly smiling at the opportunity, he focused his rapidly waning attention on her fluttering heart, of her pumping blood streaming through each vein and artery, and flexed his fingers the slightest bit tighter against her supple flesh.
Immediately, her blood rushed a fraction faster, roaring in his ears over the sound of his own, that caused her breathing to catch at the back of her throat. Tarrlok clenched his jaw at the feel of himself nearing ecstasy.
Before he could revel in the delightful vibrations, he pressed adoring kisses to her palpitating vein, excessively indulging in the pulsations of their element surrounding them. With thinning patience and a harsh thrust into her, Tarrlok hissed at the sensation of feminine muscles sheathing him so smoothly, so hotly, while Korra released a yelp of excitement.
Grasping at her hips with one hand as the other moved to brace himself against the wall, he tested her resolve by thrusting cruelly into her once more with a clenched jaw. Slow and hard, steady and demanding, feeling nothing but sparks of fervor blazing with each push of his hips.
It seemed as though the young Avatar relished this callous treatment just as he did because all she could respond with was an eager cry. Feeling his lips quirk the slightest bit, Tarrlok couldn't stop himself from vaguely thinking back to her tormenting him about his penchant for power dynamics through stuttered thoughts. However, it was short lived when he caught sight of her chewing at her lower lip to stifle a moan.
Strangely, it bothered him that she was attempting to hide her emotions from him in such a way. Possessively, he increased his pace with brusque thrusts, shifting within her that he felt himself wedge deeper than he had been before, the sensation of her tight muscles nearly squeezing him in the process.
Victoriously, he elicited an impassioned whine. Elation thrummed in his veins.
"Grab my hair," she demanded, flames burning hotter as he heard the exhilaration searing in her voice and her hands grasped restlessly at the edge of the window. Powerless against the young Avatar, Tarrlok gathered her hair into his fist and tugged hard enough that her head tilted back. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was parted a fraction, however, her keen movements in response to his own caused him to release a low growl. The unspoken words hung above them, lingering in a silent command for him to take her.
With his clouded mind, his senses filled with nothing but Korra, he increased the force and pace behind his thrusts. It was jarring enough that the vibrations of their element, of their coupling intermingled together in captivating synchrony.
Korra cried out at the amalgamation of their pleasure.
Everything around them sparked with energy. Their powers thrumming all the more acutely at the mere touch of their blazing fingertips. Whether it was his bending subtly hastening her blood, the painstakingly obvious influence of the scalding water and the full moon high above them, or the ardent strokes of their touches, Tarrlok tightened his hold on her hair, wrapping it around his hand once until the tension was flagrant.
She howled in response. Her face contorted delightfully as euphoria was nearly in her grasp.
The lewd sounds of his groin smacking against her pert ass mixed with her own uninhibited cries and his echoing grunts caused him to dig his fingers into her hips in a white-knuckled grip until he was sure bruises marred her flawless skin. Tarrlok hastened his harsh thrusts, quickly losing himself to the delicious pull.
Korra must've felt the shift, because she blindly reached behind her and grasped his ass, almost guiding him in a way.
Faster and faster until her head tipped back against his shoulder and her body jolted to the rhythm of his jarring thrusts. Utterly mystified, water dripped from the end of his nose as he nuzzled the sensitive patch of skin just behind her ear, growling at the delightful sensations.
He was all too entranced with the lewd sounds gracing his ears, the utter recklessness of their rampant lust splayed out between each heated gasp. Wet heat enveloped him, seeping out of her and mixing with the scalding water that control was anything but rushing in his blood. He thrusted harder against her, slamming and crashing his rigid cock into her sweltering cunt that their primal growls and moans intermingled in a hypnotizing tune.
She was tightening around him, trembling just before her orgasm washed over her.
"Fuck!" Korra cried out, her voice rebounding off the walls in the empty room loud enough that he still had half a mind to clasp a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans of rapture.
Tarrlok couldn't suppress a groan as her muscles contracted so tight around him that the pleasure blurred with the pain. Yet he was relentless. He watched her riding the swell of her ecstasy, mesmerized in a way that had the faltering, frantic rhythm they created broken as he succumbed to the same pleasure she was experiencing.
In the heat of the moment, he was seized by the impulse to claim her, mark her, anything that could imply she was his even for just a moment. Blood rushed in elation as he bit the crook of her neck. Grunts ripped out of lungs. His heart nearly pounded out of his chest as heat lanced feverishly down his body as if it were a thousand hot needles and his seed spurted inside her, filling her until he was effectively spent.
Thrums of pleasure trembled through them, flowing within them as if they were one with the impalpable attraction of the moon. Tarrlok pressed his forehead against the wet tiles, relishing the slight coolness before he gazed upon the red mark glaring back at him with glazed eyes. Their hearts beated in unison, their breaths labored, their forms utterly relying on each other for quiet support and thankful for the wall against them.
Slipping his softening length from her wet haven, Tarrlok laved his tongue against the mark at the crook of her neck, almost tasting her skin, and pressed tender kisses up the path of her neck. Tranquility settled over them, blanketing them as the deafening silence rang in their ears.
But then they heard it. His blood ran cold and all sense of relaxation was thrown out the window as Korra's muscles grew taut.
Footsteps.