"Wait!" she exclaims. "What about, I mean, what if Bolin comes home?"
Mako laughs quietly. "Trust me, Korra. He won't be back anytime soon, if those girls swarming over him earlier were any indication of that. I promise."
Relieved, she arches her back off the bed to let him remove her chest wraps, sucking in a breath as she's fully exposed from the waist up, the cool air in the room coming into contact with her skin. She feels Mako's gaze burning her, sees him stare at her breasts. She's never given much thought to her, well, assets, but personally, she's always thought she's had a nice pair; well-sized, too.
Except she has no idea what's going on in his mind. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, she moves to cross her arms over her chest.
"Don't," he says, stopping her. "You're beautiful, Korra."
Almost hesitantly, his hand reaches up to cup her breast, his questioning gaze meeting hers.
"Is this okay?" he asks, and she understands that he's worried she'll shy away, worried he's being too assertive. Except he's not being assertive at all.
"Mako," she snaps, "If you don't touch me right now, you're never going to get any."
His eyes widen slightly in surprise at her blunt statement, then he smirks devilishly, and before she can react, the weight of his ...