Okay guys. This chapter is a smutty chapter, but not...too bad, I guess. Switching the rating to M now. XD Just warning you. Enjoy!
Chapter Three: Jumping the Gun
The frost bittin wind clings to Mako's skin. His scarf is covered in snow flakes, crystallized and forming an ice barrier over the cloth. Korra burries her face into Mako's arm, breathing warmth into the fabric of his jacket.
"So cold, so cold," Mako thinks, shivering each time a new gust of wing races past them. With the sun far over the horizon, the bright rays that once warmed them are gone and the moon's cold face stares them down.
If the wind wasn't there, he could firebend as they walk to keep them warm, but no, that element just had to screw things up. It doesn't matter anymore, because they draw close to the ice hut that Mako and Bolin are staying in.
"Finally," Mako sighs in relief and pushes in the door, nearly tumbling inside with Korra. For a moment, it's pitch black, then Mako finds a lamp and turns it on, revealing the kitchen and small sitting room.
"It's cold in here...the fireplace hasn't been lit. Bolin's not back yet."
"He should be here soon," Korra reassures Mako, pulling off her parka. "Mind if I stay here for the night? It's really late."
"We only have the two bedrooms," Mako makes his way into the hallway then into his bedroom, flicking on the bedroom lamp. "And I don't think you'd want to sleep in the living room, or in the bathroom."
Korra follows him in, lighting the fireplace in the bedroom. "Then I should stay in this room, with you."
Mako's cheeks begin to change color immediately. "Well...I can sleep on the floor, then. You get the bed."
"How about we both get the bed?" Korra smiles innocently at Mako, though her cheeks are a bit red.
"Um..." He begins to discard his frost-bitten clothes and lay them by the fire. "I guess we can, sure."
Korra places her parka down by his clothing, then her boots right next to his.
"I guess the rest of my clothing can just thaw out..." Korra mumbles to herself. At this point, Mako is getting some new clothes out to get into.
"Well, all you need is a change of pants, right? I have a baggy set here, clean and warm, if you'd want to borrow them."
Korra blinks mindlessly for a moment. "You wouldn't mind?"
"Nope." Mako tosses them to her. "As long as I get them back. Here, I'll change in Bolin's room. You can change in here."
He leaves, and slips into the room across from his. Dropping the clean clothes to the floor, he begins to take off his frozen clothes. When his skin is revealed to the cold air, he's chilled to the bone and his skin soon grew goose bumps. His shirt hits the floor, then his pants and he begins to put on the clean ones.
"I'm done, Mako," calls Korra. Mako speeds up, nearly tripping on his own pants. Oh, gosh, it's going to be so awkward to see Korra wearing his pants. Just having the same bed as her will be quite the difference. Thinking about it gives Mako butterflies and blushing cheeks. What if he screws up and makes it awkward? All they're going to do is sleep, so why worry? Mako's heart is racing a mile a minute, and by the time he finished getting into his clean clothes, he could hear it.
When he goes back into his room, she's standing there with her upper wrappings and his baggy pants.
"Um," yeah, you don't mind me laying my shirt over there, do you?"
He can't even speak, his eyes scanning her. With her shirt off, more skin is greeting him, dusky and smooth, almost inviting. He wants to run his fingertips down her sides, her arms, give her goose bumps from the sensitive touch.
Korra waits only a second more before speaking up. "Mako? You okay?" She interrupts his thoughts just before they could get too far, thank God.
"Oh, yeah, I...just..." Mako gestures to the bed. "Ahem...do you want the wall, or the edge?"
She smiles. "I'll take the wall, if you don't mind." She lies down, scooting all the way over to the wall. Mako turns off the lamp and joins her, grabbing the blanket and covering them as he lies down. The only light now that fills the room is coming from the fireplace, which is also their only source of heat.
Korra turns and faces him, so he rolls over to face her. Their faces only inches apart, he can feel her breath on his lips, her eyes locked on his. The moment was awkward, yet perfect, but Mako still had those thoughts running through his mind. He wants to touch her skin, kiss her with passion…no, no, no, he can't be thinking that so early in. It would be wrong. Very wrong. He can't let things get out of hand.
Korra doesn't look so sure, though. She is studying him, almost, trying to see what he is thinking. Mako's about to roll over when she grabs his face and kisses him hard on the lips. His body freezes for a moment, and then he relaxes, and joins the kiss. It was like their first kiss, hard and surprising, but Korra keeps the surprises coming by sliding her tongue over his lips.
"Mm," Mako stops the movement of the kiss just for a moment. He told himself letting things get out of hand would be a bad idea, but it felt so right.
So they continued. He parts his lips and his tongue meets hers, both wanting dominance over the other. Forcing into each other's mouths, it was easy to forget morals. Just hearing Korra moan a little when his tongue skimmed across the roof of her mouth easily made him forget. Everything he was building up to this point really didn't matter anymore. Just Korra. And her amazing kisses. She takes his bottom lip between her teeth, sucking on it gently before nibbling. Mako can't help but moan a little but this time, and Korra smiles against his lips. His arms move up, and his hands gently skim down her arms, making her shiver. Just like he wanted to do. She slowly begins to move her hands as well, gliding them down his back.
What's even going on? How did the kiss turn into a make out session? How could Mako even let it happen?
Korra's leg runs up Mako's, so slowly, so suggestively, and he can almost feel all his blood run south.
All thought disappears again, and he parts from her to lower his head and nip at her neck.
"Oh, Mako." A voice of an angel, so light, so beautiful, that Mako almost melts at the sound. His tongue comes out and dances along her dusky skin, his teeth skimming her and biting; Korra leans her head back to give him some room.
He kisses down her neck to her collar bone, nibbling along that. He rolls her over and lies on top, Korra lets out an unsure sigh when she feels something hard poke her in the thigh, but then, out of curiosity, moves her leg a bit to rub against him. When he lets out a small moan against her skin, she knows what it is.
Mako skips over her breast wrappings, sliding his tongue down her stomach. He licks over her naval a few times before slowly dragging his tongue to her waist line. By that, he moved back up, kissing her on the lips and running his hands seductively down her sides.
She decides to take another step. She slowly glides her hands down as they kiss, and they meet up at Mako's core, the thing that keeps poking her in the thigh.
"Korra," Mako breaks from the kiss, but she doesn't pause with him. Hesitantly, she strokes him a bit through his sweatpants. She smiles when he moans lightly. With a little more confidence, she strokes harder, using her fingers to really feel him and feel his shape, feeling a warmth gather at her own core. She watches his expression as she strokes, which remains on pleasure, and lust begins to cloud over his eyes. His breath tickles her lips as he pants lightly, and she tries her best to get a little bit of a grip on him, wrapping her fingers around him a bit, stroking a little harder and faster.
"H-here," Mako mumbles, mixed in with a broken up moan. He reaches down and pulls back the folds of his pants and boxers and pulls his length through. Korra blushes darkly, slowly moving her hands back to him. When her hand touches his warm flesh, she lets out a nervous sigh. Her hand wraps around his hardness, and slowly she gets back up to speed.
Mako shudders lightly in pleasure, his eyes sliding shut. Her hand works on him easily, though with much friction. She uses her thumb to rub over the head, and at that, he bucks into her hand.
"Oh, Korra, don't stop," He moans mindlessly. Just that sound made her more confident, and she speeds up even more, but it still feels like it's not enough. Mako moves his hand down and cups it over hers, moving at an even greater speed to help her. She begins to follow that speed, and as time passes, Mako's moans are getting louder, and he's getting breathier, and as he feels a pressure build in his lower region, he begins to rock his hips in time with her hand. He lays over her, balanced on his elbows, but shuddering and quaking a bit as the pleasure begins to become too much.
"Oh God, Korra…Oh God, I'm getting close…"
She speeds up a little more, and Mako's movements become a little more shaky.
"Oh, Korra, Korra! I'm gonna…!"
The door slams open, and all movement halts.
"I'm home Makooooo-ohh…" Bolin stands there for a moment, eyeing the couple under the sheets, then his eyes widen, his jaw drops, and he darts out and into his room with a loud shriek. Korra's hand pulls away quickly, and Mako leans up and puts himself back into his pants. All the thoughts of trying to stay clean for a while come back with vengeance, and with guilt.
"Oh no, why did we do this…?" Mako doesn't even give Korra a chance to reply before he gets off of her and darts out of the room to follow his brother.
Bolin sits on his bed, in the dark. As Mako enters, he quickly firebends at the fireplace to light the fire.
"You'd be cold without it…"
"Jeez, Mako…I can't believe you!" Bolin whines, "I just…Mako, why?"
Mako sighs. "Why what?"
"Didn't you guys get together only about a week ago? Why are you already having sex?!"
"We weren't having sex!" Mako growls. Bolin gives him a knowing look.
"Then what were you doing? I saw you on top of her, and you were moving!"
"She was…! She was…" Mako tries to think of a gentle way to explain it. "She was touching me. And I didn't ask for it, either."
"But you didn't stop her! Mako, I'm your younger brother. You're supposed to protect me, not me protect you!"
"Protect me from what, Bolin, from what?!"
"YOU KNOW! You know the result of that! You have sex without protection, duh-ta-da, you get babies and diseases. You're the one who taught me this!"
Mako doesn't skip a beat. "We weren't having sex!"
"But I bet you that if I didn't walk in, it would have gotten there!" Bolin crosses his arms angrily.
"I'm not that stupid, bro! You know that!" Mako sighs afterwards, letting out smoke from the small flicker of anger.
"Just…" Bolin sighs as well. "The next time this stuff happens, please be prepared. I know this sounds weird and all coming from your little bro, but you're the one who taught me this, and you taught me well. Follow your own rules."
Mako runs his hand through his hair. "Okay. I will."
Bolin nods. "And…what's she doing here anyway?"
"After we left the gathering down by the edge of the ice, she followed me back because the snow was so bad. And it being late and all, she asked to spend the night. I offered her to take the bed, and me sleep on the floor, but she insisted it'd be okay if we slept in the bed together. Obviously not a good plan, huh?" Mako chuckles to himself. Bolin smiles.
"Yeah. Korra isn't always the brightest."
A silence lingers, and Mako stretches. "Well…get some sleep, Bo. I'll see you in the morning."
"Night…" Bolin replies. Mako walks back to his room, to find Korra had rolled over and fell asleep. Her limbs are spread and her arm hangs from the edge, so Mako just smiles and grabs the extra pillow from the end of the bed and a blanket, and lies down on the floor, near the fireplace.
