A/N: So this is what happens when I'm done with writing.

Rated: T for boobs and language. Also some very brief crossdressing.

Day 24 - Thanks

Bolin's thick eyebrows pulled together in extreme concentration. "How do you work this contraption…?" he asked, tugging down the straps of Korra's brassiere.

"It unhooks in the back." Bolin reached around her body and began to fumble with the metal hooks without success. "Here, let me," Korra said, attempting to unhook it herself. "Sorry," she muttered. "I'm not used to it. I think I prefer my wrappings instead."

Bolin frowned at the item which refused to be unclothed. "Then why wear it if it's so complicated?"

"Asami insisted," Korra said with a shrug of her shoulders. That hadn't been her intention when the girl first approached her about trying out the lingerie, but Asami had been relentless to the point that Korra couldn't stand it anymore and finally caved just to get her to shut up about the damn clothes. Korra was starting to regret that decision more and more when her fingers kept slipping on the hooks. She gave a frustrated growl and made an effort not to rip the uncooperative garment off, no matter how great the temptation.

"Turn around," Bolin hastily instructed before Korra could do any damage to the delicate hooks. Korra gave a huff of annoyance, but thankfully followed through with the command anyway.

Bolin's teeth bit into his bottom lip as he eyed the muscular expanse of Korra's back. He'd seen her naked at least twice before, but this was only the second time he'd ever been allowed to undress her and so took his time with the task, leisurely running his fingers down her spine and committing to memory the softness of Korra's skin. He had to remind himself of the pure, unrelenting power beneath his fingertips. Korra shivered as he placed a kiss to her bare shoulder, trailing his lips lower until he met the elastic material.

With a happy sigh, Bolin effortlessly released the two metal hooks she'd failed to undo. "There," he whispered.

"Thanks," she said, tugging the straps down her arms and throwing the frilly thing on the floor where it joined the rest of her clothes. Korra concealed her breasts from him with the thickness of her arm as she crawled between the covers of Bolin's bed.

He never took her as someone who'd be self-conscious about her body. Korra was always so confident about everything, and so beautiful it made his heart hurt. It was shocking to think she'd have anything to be insecure about, but he supposed everyone had their hang-ups. She'd acted similarly the first time she caught him staring.

"Y'know," Bolin began, "I think I see the appeal of this… whatchacallit."

"Asami called it a bra-something-or-other," Korra said as she tucked the covers around her chest. "I don't think I'll bother with it again though. I don't like how exposed everything is."

"They're not that bad," he said, bending to pick up the discarded brassiere.

Korra snorted. "Yeah, I'll bet you only like it because you got to help me take it off!" she laughed, aiming a pillow at Bolin's head. He sidestepped her feeble attack and held up the brassiere to his bare chest, slipping his bulky arms through the straps.

"I don't know," he said thoughtfully, pulling the garment taut across his chest and admiring his enhanced look. "They really accentuate the bust! If you know what I mean."

"Oh yeah," Korra teased. "C-cup looks great on you."

Bolin began to model the lingerie, shifting his body into sexy poses that had Korra doubled over in laughter and tears streaking down her cheeks.

"Bolin! Stop!" she panted breathlessly, clutching her stomach. "I can't… breathe!" She was even still giggling a minute later when he tried to kiss her. "Bolin, take that thing off! You look ridiculous!" she laughed, angling her face away from his lips. He then diverted his attention to her exposed neck, laying kisses all along the creamy length of her throat until a moan dropped off her lips. She reached out, intending to draw him closer, and blinked her eyes open, gasping when she caught him staring.

"What?" she asked, folding her arms over her breasts.

Bolin grinned and tugged her arms away from her chest, admiring all the flesh that lay bared before him. "You're just so beautiful," he whispered.

Korra wearing absolutely nothing would always be a fantasy come to life. He had to admit though. He might have rocked the shit out of Korra's silky brassiere, but Korra had looked infinitely better wearing it. She had been quite the exotic sight to behold. And helping her out of it had been an erotic experience he wouldn't soon forget.

He'd have to thank Asami the next time he saw her.