...r wishes," he coos with a smirk. Her face scrunches again until he reaches down to her center with a heated hand and finds her button. She arches into him and the candle flame almost reaches the celling, fueled not only by her bending but his as well because Spirits that feels good.
She cries out again and he wants to make her be quiet because he knows Bolin is listening. Yet he loves every single sound she makes at his hands. He feels her velvety heat contract rhythmically and he thrusts a handful more times before he comes himself and collapses on top of her.
He quickly rolls off her but just as quickly she places herself on his chest so her head is below his chin. This is one of the few times he gets to see her let her guard and just is.
He strokes her lose hair and wonders if this is how Bolin feels about every girl he takes to bed. He hopes not.
"Mako," Korra asks softly, "is it all right if I stay the night?"
"Of course," he assures her as he kisses her head.
"Good because I don't want to move. This is too perfect." She tells him sleepily.
Perfect he thinks. He's never had anything that's been perfect (except his team's record) and he's willing to bet all his winnings that this is the closest...