Bloodbender Part 2

A/N: This story got so many story alerts and favorites, so I just had to continue! A special thanks to those who reviewed!

Warning for smut!

Somehow, she fell asleep.

Korra begrudgingly admitted this as she opened her eyes to find the sliver of sky that showed through the window painted with the colors of dawn. Mako stood in front of it, his back to her, still in the clothes he'd been wearing last night.

"Didn't you sleep?"

He turned at the sound of her voice, then shook his head. "No."

Korra pushed herself up in the bed, wincing at the pain in her wrists. Mako walked towards her, and she noticed that he held a cup of something steaming in his hands. He sat in the space she had just vacated.

"How long was I out?" Korra asked awkwardly. She didn't remember falling asleep.

"Only a few hours." He handed her the cup. "Drink this."

Korra took the cup into her still aching hands, sipped at the hot tea gratefully. He was silent until she had drained the cup, then he plucked it from her hands and set it on the floor beside them.

"Where's Bolin?" she asked.

"Out," he replied simply.

As he resettled himself next to her, she caught the whiff of something. Smoke. Puzzled, she lifted her nose into the air; and realized the smell was coming from Mako, off of his clothes.

He seemed to see the question in her eyes. "I was... out," he said lamely.

Her eyes narrowed. "What were you doing?"

Mako averted his eyes from hers, and Korra grasped his forearm. "Mako. What did you do?"

He finally allowed his eyes to land on hers, and sighed. "I went after Tahno."

Korra's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "You did what?"

Mako's hands unclenched, a motion that displayed his exasperation. "Did you expect me to do nothing?"

Korra bit the inside of her cheek to keep her retort from leaving her mouth. She closed her eyes, counted to ten- Tenzin's been teaching her this technique- and when she opened her eyes again, she was less inclined to say something she didn't mean.

Instead, she touched Mako's arm. He looked at her. "What about the tournament?" she asked.

Mako's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, when Bolin and I first saw..." She realized where her words were going and started again. "Bolin told me that if you hit someone on another team, you're out of the tournament."

Mako's face was blank, as though he hadn't considered this- and she realized with a jolt that he hadn't. Something softened inside of her, but at the same time, she was frustrated.

"Mako, what were you thinking?" she groaned.

"I was thinking that he crossed a line," Mako said, tone clipped. "And that he deserved to pay."

She glanced at him worriedly. He acted as though he didn't recognize the reprecussions of his actions, but Korra knew that his mind was whirring- trying to figure out how he and his brother would stay afloat if they were kicked out of the tournament.

"What are you going to do?" she asked in a hushed voice.

Mako shrugged, again attempting to look nonchalant and failing miserably. "I can take care of us- I've got that job at the plant. And I'll find something else, if we need it."

An inexplicable guilt overcame her as she thought of everything he now had to suffer, because of her. "I'm sorry," she burst out.

Mako's brows came together in confusion. "Why?"

"I'm sorry you're going to get kicked out of the tournament because of me," Korra said. "I'm sorry you'll have to go work at the plant. This is all my fault."

"Don't say that," he said sharply. "None of this is your fault."

"But I'm not going to suffer," Korra said. "I'm still going to live with Tenzin and finish my airbending training. I'll be taken care of.. like I always was. You need this tournament. You're the only one who's going to have to pay for all of this."

Mako had grasped her forearm while she was talking passionately, his fingers trailing down her skin to her injured wrists. He waited for her to stop talking, realize where his hands were, and look up at him before he spoke.

"Not going to suffer?" His voice was quiet, and suddenly the atmosphere changed- both of them could feel it. Compelled, he gently grasped her hand, and brought her palm to his lips.

"Mako." His name was sharply drawn from her lips, her back arching a little into the simple touch of lips on skin. He lifted his eyes to her while kissing her hand, and it caused something base to stir within Korra.

She didn't want him to stop- Spirits, she never wanted him to stop- but she'd already made this mistake before, and she'd already hurt someone she cared about.

"Bolin," she said, though she hated herself for being so selfless. "Asami."

Surprisingly, he didn't pull away from her. "I broke up with Asami last night."

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, and she drew her hand back without thinking. "You what?"

"That's why I was with her last night," Mako said, eyebrow arching in amusement at her sudden panic.

"You couldn't have told me this sooner?" She smacked him on the arm, and he laughed, and then she was climbing into his lap and grasping his face and kissing him as hard as she could.

He responded with more passion than she had ever seen in him. His hands came up to grasp at her back, his tongue tracing her lips and prodding them open. Korra granted him access, shuddering as she felt his tongue make contact with hers. He tasted like cinnamon and smoke and something distinctly male. And Korra wanted more.

Mako was on fire, almost trembling as he devoured Korra's mouth. She was so warm and solid above him, and he couldn't believe it was actually happening. He was ridiculously aware of her hands tickling the nape of his neck, then fisting in his hair; and as she did so, her bandage chafed against his skin.

He pulled back, as though burned. For a moment, Korra's eyes were still closed and her lips still tantalizingly pursed, and Mako was tempted to forget his qualms and simply kiss her into oblivion. But then she opened her eyes and her brows met over them in confusion.

"I can't do this to you, Korra."

"Why?" Korra shifted in his lap, and he had to bite his lip so as not to groan at the friction. "I want this. I- I want you."

Her tone was hesitant, but not unsure, and so unbelievably shy. Mako's eyes softened as he absorbed her confession; she, the almighty, cocky Avatar, wanted him. It was clear by the way she admitted it that she'd never done this with anyone before, and Mako was even more tempted to give in to his base desires.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. Her eyes fell. "Don't- don't you want me?"

"Of course I do, Korra." He turned her chin up so that she was looking at him. "But I can't. Not after what happened to you last night."

To his surprise, her eyes grew steely. "Do you think I'm not able to tell the difference?"

He opened his mouth to reassure her, but she cut him off. "Do you think I don't know what I want?"

"No, I-"

"Do you think I'm not strong enough, is that it?"

"This isn't a bending match, Korra!" His frustration was mounting. "It's... it's giving yourself to someone. You can't ever take that back."

"Good," Korra replied roughly. "Because I don't want to take it back."

And with that, she kissed him.

He was hesitant at first, attempting to cling to his argument, but the taste of her lips quickly sweeped all common sense away. He ran his hands up and down her sides, her hair falling over them and tickling his face. Her tongue probed his mouth and he couldn't handle it anymore; he flipped her over on the bed, delighting in her soft cry as she mounted himself over her and pressed his mouth to hers.

She was pliant beneath him, a change from her normal confident demeanor. Her mouth was open and wet for his explorations, her tongue meeting his, stroking and dancing as he gave chase, a moan deep in her throat making him shudder.

Korra's hands reached up to cradle his face, her fingers combing through his hair, angling his head so that he could deepen the kiss. His hand roamed down her side, brushing over her chest, his thumb stroking the side of her breast before curving around her waist. He pulled her closer, and closer, until they lay hip to hip.

She moaned again when his fingers slipped underneath her shirt, tracing lines of fire on the skin of her stomach.

"Can I?" he whispered, and she nodded feverishly in response.

He lifted her shirt up and over her head, and her midriff was bare to him. He traced a finger agonizingly slowly from the edge of her breast bindings to the waistband of her pants, earning himself a drawn out moan.

Mako leaned over her, his lips finding hers in a passionate caress, and then she whispered to him one word; "Off."

He didn't need any further encouragement. His scarf was the first to go. His overcoat, undershirt, and pants soon joined the scarf in puddles on the floor. Then his hands trailed over the waistband of her pants, his eyes asking her permission, which she granted.

Korra moaned again when his hands were able to touch the bare skin of her thigh. His fingers grazed over her hip and down to the sleek length of her thigh, her leg lifting as he pulled it up to wrap around his legs, his callused hand skimming back up to caress the swell of her backside, hot and wicked against her skin through her underclothes.

Her own hands were busy measuring the expanse of his shoulders, kneading the muscles that flexed and pulled under the pale skin. Her nails dragged over the skin of his back, eliciting a groan from him.

Mako's busy fingers had trailed up her body and were cupping a breast, his thumb brushing over the peak, causing sparks to ignite behind her eyelids. Her breath left her mouth on a gasp as his mouth moved from hers to kiss his way down her neck to her chest; and there, he took her nipple in his hot mouth right through her bindings. Korra's body arched off the bed as he sucked and laved the hard flesh, the cloth turning transparent with each brush of his tongue. Wanting more, Mako tugged the fabric up until her breast was exposed, his mouth latching on once more, bringing Korra to a state of incoherence as he feasted on her.

Mako was being guided purely by instinct, being as inexperienced as Korra in the world of lovemaking. But in this, he hardly needed to think, and he let his control slip further and further as his instincts took over, guiding him to pleasure Korra in every way he could.

Korra couldn't believe the level of excitement building in her body; never before had she experienced such an urgency, such a hunger. All she knew was that she wanted to somehow absorb Mako into herself, into her skin; become one with him until there was no part of her unmarked by his fire. As if reading her mind, Mako's hands peeled her breast bindings off her body, then her undergarments.

At his heated gaze, some semblence of coherent thought returned to her, and Korra blushed. She had never been naked in front of a man before, and Mako's eyes seemed to be absorbing every inch of her body into the intense golden pools. Her arms moved, almost subconsciously, to cover herself, but Mako's firm hands held them still, letting his eyes feast their fill of her.

After what seemed like an eternity, his eyes returned to hers. "You're beautiful."

He said it with such reverence and intensity that some animalistic instinct overcame her. She pulled him to her fiercely, her mouth meeting his, and she rubbed her core against him, feeling him groan into her mouth. His hands reached between them and tugged off his underwear frantically, and they both moaned when their skin came into contact.

Now they were only skin on skin, hot and urgent. Korra felt herself reach unknown levels of ecstacy; his hands were touching her everywhere, his heat searing through her. His hands fed the flames until she gasped, her skin flushing as his fingers trailed down her stomach and delved into her, parting her legs and caressing where none had touched before.

She was liquid and hot, his fingers finding her core, delighting in her cries as she shuddered beneath him. Her hands were everywhere on his body, her fingers blazing lines of fire over him; she was as much a firebender as him, after all. A growl from deep in his chest made her arch against him, her hands sweeping up and down his back.

His heated skin molded with hers as he drilled his fingers into her, smirking with satisfaction when she came undone in his arms; trembling and whimpering, her muscles twitching, his hand still buried between her thighs.

While she lay sated, he shifted over her, positioning himself, hot and hard. Korra blinked up at him, drowning in his eyes as her body welcomed him. His hardness stretched and filled her, his own body trembling as he paused, his member reaching the obstruction on her virginity. His hands came up to cradle her face, his lips seeking hers as he drew his hips back slightly. He withdrew only to thrust back in, her body unbelievably wet and tight around him.

He panted as he drew back again, then forward, stopping only when he met her barrier. Korra mewed in frustration, her shaking legs wrapping around his hips, her heels digging into the back of his thighs. Tilting her pelvis, she dug in her heels and drove him forward. They both cried out as Mako buried himself inside her, his hips jerking at the new sensations of being encased in her silky heat. Korra threw her head back at the sharp pain, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip as she rode out the dull ache that followed.

"Did- I hurt you?" Mako panted.

She only thrust her hips in response.

Mako moved again, his body taking over control, setting a steady rhythm. Her hands moved up to bury themselves in his hair, meeting and withdrawing in a dance as old as time. His skin came alive under her touch, and he doused the flames that threatened to consume her. Again, Korra felt pleasure coil in her stomach as Mako drove himself into her again and again, his thrusts becoming less coordinated as he raced towards his climax. She came first, and that proved to be his undoing. They were both shaking when a strangled cry left his lips, his hips jerking against her as he pulsed his essence into her heat. Korra held his shuddering body tightly against her own as he rode out his climax, his heart thundering against her own.

Some time later, Mako raised his head from the crook of her neck. He pressed moist kisses against her mocha skin as he shifted slightly, still sheathed in her body. Korra looked up at him, her aqua eyes awash with pleasure and exhaustion and something else he couldn't quite name.

"Everything's going to change now," she said, carefully.

Mako nodded as he pressed a final kiss to her collarbone. He was resistant to change, preferring to be in control of everything, but this was something he couldn't deny. "Yes."

Korra nodded once in satisfaction. "I'm glad."

She responded to his soft kiss, their eyes open as they read the emotions within the other. "I still can't believe this happened," Mako muttered against her lips.

Korra raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Well," he started. "If someone told me a month ago that this was happen, I would've told them they were crazy."

"I wouldn't have," she told him. "I've seen this coming since the first time I saw you."

Her responded to her smirk by pressing his mouth against it. "That's why you're the Avatar, and I'm an idiot."