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Warning: T/M rated thoughts.

Korra

Sexual Tension

She couldn't sleep.

There was a ball of tension deep in the pit of her stomach.

She had sought him out in the dead of night because…because she had been tired of thinking. Of all the thoughts racing through her head: guilt and worry about what she couldn't deny were right, but still impulsive, actions—freeing her dad and the other men, but then having to leave them; stopping Unaloq but then launching the two water tribes into an all-out war; and, oh Spirits, her mother who had no idea of what was going on… And Mako, knowing her well, had invited her inside his room.

She herself had gone underneath the bed covers. And she had been perfectly fine, or too preoccupied because every tense thought in her head that was suddenly blurted out of her mouth had led him to bringing her closer to him without her realizing it.

"Korra, you can do this." His voice had been low, husky, she realized now. "We're going to get to the president and explain to him what's going on. I'm sure that you'll be able to convince him to back The Southern Water Tribe…I'll be standing right beside you."

And then all of a sudden, his head dipped down and he kissed her. Long and sweet, like the kisses they shared when it was daylight. The kind that felt warm and ended with him biting her bottom lip. His eyes had been smoldering when he pulled away. Like always. Her hands had reached up to grip his shoulders, to hold on. A subconscious reaction that had been happening before they had left Republic City.

His honey-brown eyes had been smoldering when he pulled away, the smirk on his lush lips becoming quizzical. "…Do you want to stay?…I promise I won't do anything."

"Yeah." She hadn't really understood why her voice had sounded so…soft and girly.

She knew now, in the stillness of the room with the thin curtains barely shrouding the moon and stars pinpricking the sky and the steady rocking of the large, plush bed.

Her senses were heightened, but none so much as touch—his touch against places he had never really touched before: she was hyperaware of his hand on the curve of her hip; of her chest pressed against his side with his right arm pillowing her head and the thin fabrics of their shirts keeping them from skin to skin; and her leg draped over his. Add that with everything else: his smell, the gentle motions of his breathing, the warmth of his body…and the fact that they were alone, lying down together.

Her imagination was in overdrive: him waking up; his hands roaming over her curves, maybe lifting up her shirt; thoughts about them taking off each other's clothes, how she would look naked, how he would look naked; it, how it looked and felt; and how it would feel inside her and if it would really hurt—

That tension had moved to in between her legs and was throbbing, something pleasant and unpleasant at the same time.

She'd be lying if she never admitted that before traveling to The Southern Water Tribe thoughts of Mako crossed her mind when she was alone in bed. They had known each other for a while; they had been through a lot together…she was comfortable with him.

She wished what she was feeling would go away; curious about what would happen if it didn't…if they—could she make the first move?

The apex of her legs continued to throb with a growing heat with that pleasant, unpleasant yearning.

This had been a bad idea.

Is this how every girl every time she was alone with the person she liked?

The feeling was getting harder to ignore and put aside. Her heart pounded her nervousness.

This had been a really bad idea.

Maybe it was better to slip out and head to her room. New ideas bounced around in her head, her body tensing with the goal of getting out of Mako's warm, plush bed without waking him up. Her leg lifted slightly and slid over until it hung from the bed; she propped herself on her left arm, ignoring the prickly, numb feeling…slowly…slowly…he wouldn't miss her. If he did in the morning, she could always say she went to the bathroom and didn't want to risk waking him up by coming back—something like that.

His right arm moved from underneath her. He squirmed in his sleep, turning on his side and facing her. His left arm draped over her waist, fingertips on the small of her back as he brought her closer to him. She could feel…it…against her, not close to that tension between her legs, but close enough.

"…Korra…" Her name, thick with sleep from his lips, made her ears burn.

More throbbing…

And sleep still being the furthest thing from her mind.

I miss the Makorra sexual tension from the first season. This may become rated M…depends on when I actually write it out.