I spent the last hour at a sport's bar with my sensei listening to jokes that were not even funny. That's my only excuse for this crappy chappy. :3
Tahno could have been knocked over with a feather when he felt Korra's lips land on his. Never in his wildest dreams-okay, maybe then-had he imagined that one day the Avatar herself would be practically sitting on his lap. The kiss started out innocent, chaste, but quickly escalated into Korra straddling Tahno with her fingers in his hair. It wasn't his first time around the racetrack, but he got the distinct impression that Korra hadn't been with many men before.
Only boys, Tahno gloated, like that firebender.
He felt something akin to guilt as he allowed his hands to wander across her body-her back, her shoulders, but steering clear on any 'red zones' that might get him elbowed in the ribs. He wondered if she was only doing this out of pity for him, and the thought made him sick. It felt somehow very right to have her body pressed against his, as though they were two pieces of the same puzzle. His fingers pushed underneath the hem of her shirt, but Korra sat back, her blue eyes suddenly wide.
"Tahno, I can't."
She sounded breathless, almost afraid. Korra brought her hands down to rest on Tahno's.
"Why, uh-vatar? Afraid of showing a little skin?"
The snide comment tumbled from his mouth before he could stop himself. Korra's eyes narrowed, and she pushed him away, retreating to the far end of the sofa.
"I'm still not sure if that was a mistake, kissing you like that," she huffed, "If you don't respect me, I'll leave right now."
Tahno slumped, feeling remorseful. He wasn't used to these emotions, especially not concerning girls. With the captain of the Wolfbats, it was usually 'wham, bam, thank you Ma'am'. With Korra, he knew, it would have to be something else. She was wild, almost untouchable. Every time he got closer to her, she slid away again. Like water.
I might not be a bender anymore, Tahno thought, but hell if I can't get the girl at the end of the day.
"I'm sorry, Korra. I don't know what came over me."
It was the first time in a long time that Tahno had actually meant an apology. The usual weight of a lie wasn't there, sinking on his chest and tongue. And if felt nice. It felt even nicer when Korra returned to flop down beside him on the couch, her head on his shoulder.
"We'll work on that, Tahno," she told him.
"Work on what?"
Korra sniggered.
"Your piss poor attitude, pretty-boy."
That wasn't even a chapter. I'm sorry, guys. I feel like this fic isn't really going in the direction that I planned, so let me know if you want me to continue.