Note: Ugh- I wanted to throw a freaking hypothetical brick at my Macbook writing this chapter yesterday. So sorry in advanced for its terribleness. I had to put some Frank Ocean/D'Angelo/Prince music on repeat (also Usher's "Climax") to make this chapter happen. So if you are uncomfortable about smut, I suggest you just skip this chapter.

Every thing seemed strange and in its own universe to Korra. Time kept its own pace between Korra and Noatak in this very moment. Noatak never stopped to give the kind of urgent kisses that she heard other people her age had in their moments as learning lovers. He instead paused to grip her hand and point out to stars and their stories. Korra leaned into Noatak to smell him and take comfort in his warmth. She would talk about how sometimes she noticed the moon looked pink in the night sky and how she wondered about why this occurred.

When they came to Noatak's home, Noatak turned on the lights in the room, and the light bulbs flickered slowly before settling into their soft glow. Korra watched Noatak take off his jacket and boots. She took off her boots and shivered a bit in the still cold room. She remembered his apartment being this cold at first when she first came there and how it got so warm afterwards.

"I'll turn the radiator on. Hopefully it heats up fast for you," Noatak said.

Noatak walked into his room where the radiator was located while Korra sat on the settee. She realized that she never paid attention to Noatak's apartment before. It was much more spacious than she remembered it being. The living room flowed into the kitchen where she saw an icebox and a stove. He kept things very neat, which didn't surprise Korra. He owned very little with the exception of a beautiful maple table and matching chairs and a radio set that sat perched on the kitchen counter.

"I don't like turning the radiator up to high. I hope you don't mind. It's just that my room gets very hot at night," Noatak said.

"No. That's fine. It's already getting warm," Korra said.

"Would you like some tea?"

"Hm… actually, that sounds good."

Korra followed Noatak into his kitchen as he pulled out a teapot to fill with water. As the teapot warmed, Noatak opened a cupboard and took down a tin box. He handed the box to Korra.

"You should pick," he said.

Korra opened the tin and looked at the assortment of teas. The teas were all in paper envelopes personally marked by Noatak. He had different varieties like jasmine, oolong, mint, and chamomile. Korra picked up one and showed it to Noatak.

"Would you like ginseng tea tonight?" Korra asked.

"Not particularly," Noatak said.

"I'm making a joke."

"Ahh… I don't particularly use that tea anyway. Not for what you're thinking of."

Korra smiled and slipped the envelope back into the tin. She picked an envelope with a tea she was unfamiliar with and sniffed the contents. The tea was perfumed with the scents of cinnamon, clove, cardamom, black pepper, and anise.

"I like this one," she said.

"This is a good choice," Noatak said.

Noatak let the water boil some more before taking the kettle off the stove. He took the envelope of tea from Korra's hands and slipped some of its contents into linen pouch that he let steep in the kettle. The steam from the pot already fused the air with the fragrant scent of tea. Noatak motioned to Korra where the teacups were. She grabbed two fine porcelain teacups from the cupboard and placed them onto the kitchen counter. Noatak filled each cup with tea and motioned with his hand to stir the tea a little. Korra waved her hand at the cups and dissipated the steam into the room. They took their cups and nodded to each other. Leaning on the counter, the two sipped their tea quietly. Korra finished hers first. She wondered if she drank hers too fast or if Noatak deliberately drank slowly. Korra took the kettle to clean in the sink, thinking about why she felt nervous about something she didn't feel nervous about the first time. As she scrubbed the inside of the pot, she noticed Noatak shut the water faucet and take the pot from her hands.

"I'll clean that tomorrow. Don't worry about it," he said.

Korra turned to Noatak. She let her hands drift to his chest. Her fingers danced a long the edge of the placket of his shirt- letting them slip between the fabric. She unbuttoned the remaining couple of buttons. Noatak took hold of her hands and stopped her.

"Not here," Noatak said.

Noatak led Korra from the kitchen into his room, only pausing to turn off the lights in that room. He lit a couple of lamps in his bedroom and turned the heat down. Korra felt like she was suffocating in the heat of the room. She peeled off her parka and set it on a chair that sat next to Noatak's bookcase. Korra took the blankets off the futon and sat down. She gripped the edge of the futon as Noatak sat down beside her. Her heart beat rapidly to the point where she swore she could feel it beating everywhere in the body.

"This doesn't have to happen tonight," Noatak said.

Korra looked back at Noatak and took his face into her hands. She kissed him softly. She could smell the trace of sweet tea from his breath and the warmth it exuded. Noatak responded with a kiss that matched the tenderness of Korra's kiss. Korra's mind swam in the excitement of it all. Her shyness subsided as she kissed Noatak again. She wanted this to last forever as the kisses turned from soft and slow to hard and fevered. Korra loved how Noatak would suck slightly on her lower lip or when she let her tongue sweep over his. These moments all rang as perfect in her mind.

Korra put her arms around Noatak's neck and led them down onto the futon. Noatak kissed Korra behind her ear and trailed down her neck. He sucked the skin by the hollow of her collarbone and heard a sigh escape Korra's lips. He looked up at Korra who smiled at him. In the soft candlelight, everything about her seemed so beautiful to Noatak from the way her hair tumbled down to the way her wide eyes captured the flicker of light. He thought of how smooth her skin felt and how soft her lips were. His only wish was that he would have blown out the candles so he could look at Korra the way he thought he should be looking at her.

"What's wrong?" Korra said.

"I wish I was looking at you in the moonlight," Noatak said.

Korra let out a small laugh and waved her hand towards the candle. The candle extinguished, Korra watched Noatak's eyes soak in the sight of her. She felt silly with him looking at her like this, in her old tunic and hair loose. Noatak's fingers began to trace a path onto her body and stopped at the hem of her shirt. Korra pulled his fingers away and took off her shirt. She normally wore very traditional bindings more common in the South, but tonight she wore nothing. Noatak's eyes widened at this sight of Korra's exposed upper body as he let out a whisper about how beautiful she looked. Korra blushed at the longing of Noatak's gaze on her breasts before Noatak returned the favor by removing his shirt. He took Korra's hand and pulled her up. She stood in front of Noatak for a bit until she realized that he was removing the remaining two pieces of clothing on his person. Korra hurried to remove hers. She stumbled a bit in a dance to remove the fabric pooling by her ankles as she heard a small chuckle from Noatak.

"You don't have to hurry for me," he said.

Korra returned her hands to Noatak's chest. She let her fingers trace around his scars and defined muscle. Sometimes her finger stopped at a particular scar and would spend time to think about how he got the scar. Other times her fingers stopped just short enough before Noatak guided her fingers back up to his stomach and whisper that the time was not right. So Korra slipped her arms around Noatak to guide them back onto the futon.

Noatak easily let himself worship Korra that night. He considered himself lucky that she let him. She looked perfect while he looked anything but. His hands wandered over her body; everything felt soft about her. He sometimes stroked a part of her skin that coaxed a giggle and other times a moan of delight. Noatak tried to kiss all he could- a soft and fluttering kiss near her hips or the hard suckle at her breast that incited the soft moans and sighs he loved hearing. What he craved though was the look of absolute bliss on her face.

Noatak's one hand meandered past her stomach down until he let it rest in the heat between her legs. His fingers lightly worked their way between her folds and brushed at her core. He looked at her purse her lips as continued this motion. Korra shuddered as Noatak's thumb lazily rubbed the pearl there. He slid his finger inside her. He let another finger join in the slow thrusts while he continued to touch her clit. Noatak heard the labored breath of Korra quicken. She bucked her hips against his hand and clutched his back. Her fingernails dug into his skin. She cried a little when he removed his fingers. He let those fingers trace circle against her pearl. He heard her plea whispered in his ear and rubber her until he coaxed a muffled shout of pleasure from her as she buried her face in his shoulder.

Korra's grip on Noatak's back slackened, and Korra found herself smiling at Noatak. Her breathing started to ease again, and her hands began to explore again. They easily found Noatak's arousal. She gently grabbed the length and touched it to her honeyed folds. They both moaned at the act. She grinded against him. That was when Noatak flipped Korra to her back and let himself cover her.

Korra felt the next moments were hard to describe. She couldn't remember if this was what sex felt like before as she gripped Noatak's member and guided it inside her. The closing in of their bodies together felt like all of the closeness she needed. Something about this seemed like what she originally thought making love all about. Noatak treated it this way. He slowly thrusted and kissed Korra's neck. He sometimes whispered to her about how he loved her. She whispered that she loved him too but with a rasp against the mewling she found hard to contain. Korra touched him. She touched his face, his back, and his ass- especially his ass. He touched her too. He touched her face, her hair, her breasts, and her clit- especially her clit. He built up that sweet pressure in her again. Korra heard herself moan loudly over this. Noatak responded with more feral thrusts –something Korra loved- the lone moment where Noatak lost restraint. Somewhere in those moments where time seemed to have abandoned them, Korra found herself in her second release with all of its bliss shaking throughout her body. Korra felt the heat of Noatak's final throes of passion empty inside her soon after. They sat there connected like this for a time before Noatak removed himself from Korra and collapsed by her side.

Korra rested her head on Noatak's chest while he held her in his arms and thought about whether or not Noatak also wanted to feel stuck in these moments forever. She considered that he had judging by the way his hand skimmed her body in languid movements. She didn't want to say anything in fear that she would break the spell of everything. She hated the idea of returning to whatever reality was. She thought this over and over until she fell asleep.

More Notes: Sorry like a bazillion times. If I could have written "They just had the sexiest of sexy times damnit!", I would have.