Day 7: First Time
"Was this really necessary?" Korra giggled. Tarrlok's big hands were covering not only her eyes, but half of her face.
"You refused the blindfold." He said, still maneuvering her.
"You know I've seen where you live, right?" Korra sighed. Her traditional dress was not the most comfortable thing she'd ever worn.
"Only you could have this much to complain about right after your own wedding." Tarrlok sighed. Korra knew he wasn't really mad at her. She reached back, trying to hug him. However when her hands accidentally grazed his butt, she knew he could probably feel her face growing warm.
"You know, when I asked to blindfold you, that wasn't the first time I was talking about. I want you to be able to see for that." Normally she would laugh. When Korra and Tarrlok had first started dating, everyone had warned her to be prepared. They'd said that as an adult man his needs would be greater than her own. To her surprise, Tarrlok was actually less eager for any "adult" things than she was. In fact, until he'd proposed she hadn't been sure he found her sexually attractive at all.
"I appreciate you wanting to follow tradition but I've seen your house Tarrlok." Tarrlok sighed. He pretended to be frustrated by her, but she knew he liked her personality. It wasn't as if she'd asked herself for her hand in marriage.
"Well, you haven't seen our house." At first, Korra thought he was being obnoxious. But suddenly, she realized that she didn't hear the hum of cars that normally surrounded his apartment. In fact, all she heard was the wind, and Naga panting some feet away.
"Tell me you didn't." Korra was excited.
"Really, I can't handle it if I get my hopes up and you didn't do what I think you did." She felt Tarrlok sort of shrug and she wondered if he'd forgotten she couldn't see him.
"I had some help." He admitted. Suddenly Korra was dying to follow tradition. She clapped her hands over his, as he eagerly led her forward.
"You know, for a twenty year old you act like you're still seventeen." He teased, as the two of them kept moving.
"You should just be happy you're attractive, you're almost forty." Korra snorted.
"If you hate it, just tell me. I haven't sold the apartment yet." Korra could hear the nerves in his house. She felt him take his hands off her eyes, only to realize her eyes were still shut tight.
"Korra?" Over the years, Korra had gotten used to Tarrlok's arrogance. But on occasion, even he couldn't hide his vulnerabilities. She liked those moments, the moments when he'd open himself up to her. Slowly, Korra opened her eyes.
"Oh" She didn't know what else to say. It wasn't exactly water tribe. For one, it was built of Republic city housing materials instead of the ice and snow they'd use at either pole. It was also multilevel, two floors instead of one. But the house was made of pure white brick, and the bricks almost looked like blocks of snow. The building had a certain curve to it, so it almost looked like a strange, demented igloo. In the accompanying yard there was a large lake, meaning that they could bend whenever they wanted. Near it was a miniature igloo, that she was sure would make the perfect pet house for Naga.
"Korra? I meant what I said, we can sell this and live in the apartment. It's probably more convenient anyways seeing as" Korra cut Tarrlok off very efficiently with a kiss. It was supposed to be light, but she was feeling too much. She'd always dreamt of her first home, the home her husband would carve himself from the ice. She knew it wasn't going to happen, her being the avatar, but she'd always hoped. It was the most touching thing he could have done.
"Korra" His voice sounded strained. Korra realized that he was holding himself back. She realized that she really didn't want him to.
"Tarrlok, I think I'm ready for that other first time." She didn't have to say it twice.