A/N: Well, I haven't written anything dirty in a long time. Here's my first attempt at some slightly smutty Borra!

Rated: M

Surprise

"Bo! Would you hurry up? I still need to shower, and you're taking forever!" Korra shouted, banging her foot on the locked bathroom door.

"Patience, Avatar," Bolin counseled from the other side. "Perfection takes time. Of course, for me it takes considerably less time since I'm already pretty perfect as it is," he added with a happy chuckle.

Korra snarled in frustration and pounded her fist against the door, careful not to leave another dent her landlord would disapprove of. It was always like this whenever they were supposed to go somewhere, and the somewhere lined up for tonight was a council banquet which required extra gussying up on her part. Korra had promised Tenzin she'd try not to be late, but with Mr. Perfect hogging up the one and only bathroom in their small apartment, showing up later than planned was starting to become a very real possibility.

Korra scowled and grumbled furiously under her breath as Bolin began to sing to himself. He'd finally gotten in the shower then, meaning the wait had begun. And Bolin could easily be in there until the water ran cold…

Annoyed with the prospect of having to firebend her own hot water, Korra stripped out of her clothes and effortlessly lifted the lock on the door with her metalbending.

The air was thick and warm inside as Korra crept in, meaning the shower had been running a lot longer than Bolin had been in it. She ripped the shower curtain back, surprising a very naked Bolin who screamed girlishly and attempted to conceal his nudity behind a small washcloth.

"K-Korra?! W-w-what are you doing?!" Bolin shrieked as she stepped into the shower, standing with her back to him.

"I'm taking a shower. What's it look like?" she muttered as she grasped the bottle of Bolin's fragrant shampoo and poured the liquid into her hand. With her waterbending, Korra directed a flow of water over her head to wet herself and began to lather the soap into her hair.

Bolin simply stared with wide, startled eyes. He watched her for nearly a full minute before remembering that water was pelting him in the back of the head and that he needed to finish washing up. But as he ran his soapy washcloth down the length of his torso, he couldn't help stealing glances of Korra's body as water streamed down the defined muscles of her back and over her rear.

Korra tipped her head back to rinse the shampoo out of her hair, and Bolin bit his lip, groaning deep in his throat as he caught sight of full breasts capped off with dusky nipples. "Shit, Korra…" he mumbled heatedly. "I can't concentrate on trying to get clean when all I want to do is get dirty with you."

Korra let out a low laugh as she wrung the excess water out of the long dark strands of her hair. "Maybe after the banquet, Hot Stuff."

But Bolin never was very good at keeping his hands to himself. He dipped his face into the hollow of her neck and cupped the firm cheeks of her ass. "Bolin?!" she shrieked, losing the connection to the stream of water she'd been commanding.

Bolin pulled her forward into the cradle of his hips, prodding her backside with his sex. "Now, Korra," he whispered hotly against the shell of her ear before taking her earlobe between his lips. Korra shivered and let out something like a whimper, but then abruptly twisted her head away from him and stepped into the far corner of the shower.

"There's no time for that right now, Bolin," she said breathlessly.

Bolin pouted childishly at the rejection, but didn't push her.

Korra nibbled her lip uncertainly and tried to return to scrubbing herself clean despite the growing want between her legs, but every stroke with her soapy washcloth over her stomach and chest simply heightened her arousal for him until she was nearly mad with it.

Before she realized what she was doing, Korra was reaching between her thighs with her washcloth and struggled to suppress a moan. "Want some help with that?" Bolin asked amusedly as he came up behind her again and reached around the front to cup her breasts. He ducked his face into her neck to get at the tender pulse point with his teeth, making Korra shiver in a way only he knew how. Korra reached behind her to guide his lips up to hers, moaning as Bolin took hold of the washcloth in her hand and stroked between her legs, all soapy, slick and wet until she trembled and tensed against him. In hardly any time at all, she threw her head back and let out a loud moan that sounded a lot like his name.

Bolin chuckled against the dip in her neck, nipping and licking at the water drops there before Korra grasped his chin and captured his lips in a heated kiss. She pulled away suddenly, turned off the water, and yanked him out of the shower, still soapy, naked and dripping.

"Come with me," she demanded, leading him towards the bedroom.

He yelped as she pushed him onto their bed. "Well, that was unexpected," Bolin said as Korra moved to straddle him. "Korra? Won't we be lat-mmnff?"

Korra nibbled at his bottom lip, and raked her fingers through his soaking wet hair. With ragged breath, she said, "We can be a little late."