Disclaimer: I do not own Bryan and Mike's (Bryke's) Legend of Korra.

What Korra Wants

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A.N.- Tahno is still sex.

and I still love that creep.

So here's another piece, only loosely connected to the last one.

A very high T now, bordering M actually. (Perhaps I should change the rating?)

. . . O. . .

Korra knew this wasn't a particularly good idea.

He was the captain of the team they'd be facing in the finals. He was a first class creep who seemed to care about nothing more than himself and according to the ambulance that had left the arena not more than a few hours ago, he was ruthless.

So why had she insisted on waiting around after her team had left? Why had she been keeping tabs on him all night and waiting for his teammates and fangirls to leave too? Why did she want to be alone with him?

She supposed it had a little something to do with the heat rolling around in her lower abdomen, the erratic pounding of her heart beat in her ears, drowning out the rest of her thoughts.

She didn't really like him. How could anyone really like someone like him? In fact, being the avatar, she was pretty sure that she should probably hate someone of his character but tonight she didn't have to like him… not for what she wanted.

Bolin liked her, that was true, but she couldn't help it if he didn't produce those kinds of feelings in her, the ones that made her feel like fire was simmering just beneath her skin. Mako did, but he was confused and his indecisiveness left her feeling unwanted. Korra just needed someone she wanted to want her back. Was that so bad? And if she had to be honest, a part of her did want Tahno… at least in one kind of way.

Releasing one long breath of air, she pushed open the door to the Wolfbat's locker room. To her surprise, Tahno was just sitting there, one leg crossed over the other on the bench, relaxed. He leered at her, eyes fixed.

"Took you long enough Avatar," he said, his voice was dark, both smooth and rough. It made no sense but it had her shivering anyway. A haughty smirk pulled at his lips and immediately she knew that he was already aware of what she was there for, that he'd merely been waiting, "I thought I'd actually have to come find you."

Tahno stood up and began making his way towards her, slow and steady like a snake, like he had all the time in the world. A smug look was plastered on his face and Korra wanted to be angry, wanted to yell about how arrogant he was, but she couldn't seem to be able to talk past the lump growing in her throat.

The closer he was getting the more dizzy and anxious she seemed to get. And when Tahno finally stopped, a mere inch resting between them, she could barely breathe. It reminded her of how close they'd been at the restaurant except this time they were alone and she couldn't ignore the effect his presence had on her.

He stood there, staring down, unmoving, and her skin felt suddenly too tight for her own body. The space of the locker room seemed to shrink down to the small area that their forms took up. She could feel her palms sweating and the stillness, the quiet, was making her edgy. When she was sure that in another moment she would lose her mind, Tahno shifted, reaching behind her to shut the locker room door with a resounding click.

She reacted. It was as if that noise of finality was what she was waiting for. She immediately grabbed and pushed him against the closest locker. He didn't resist, only laughed, deep and throaty, a sound like rustling velvet, as she began planting feverish and wild kisses up his neck. She was moving frantically, half there and half not, uncaring anymore and Tahno let her take for just a little while longer before promptly picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. She gasped, unready for the quick movement, and he turned them around, slamming her back against the locker hard. She grabbed his shoulders tightly and glared at him, the thought of striking him crossing her mind. He leaned forward until his lips hovered right above her own, the strands of his black bangs tickled her skin and she could feel the heat of his breath fanning across her flesh. The smugness was still there but so was his own anger and the obvious glint of lust in his heavily lined eyes. He spoke.

"I teach the lessons sweetheart, not you," he informed her before roughly melding his mouth against her own. When he bit down on her lip, Korra moaned.

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:) Oh and just to let everyone know, I actually ship Makorra for LOK but I'm completely obsessed with Tahno right now and since I certainly can't ship myself and Tahno (don't think I haven't thought about it! haha) I'm just throwing all my obsessed feelings onto Korra XD. And so we have these Tahorra pieces, which I hope we're all enjoying.

Perhaps next time I may do an all out lemon, ya know, if the urge hits me.

-E.C.