A World Of Grey (Legend of Korra)

Chapter 1

She was wild, filled with an insatiable hunger that seemed to possess her whole. It was uncommon for him to see her like this. He had never been able to discern a pattern to it, but he would never dare to complain.

Her bright blue gaze smouldered with heat in the brief moments where their eyes met, her dark brown hair lying strewn across the pillow. She clung to him fiercely, hands roving along his shoulders as her nails raked his skin. Her legs were crossed at his back, her calves pressing into his sides as she pulled him forwards. Her grunts and groans were shameless as she ground their hips together, craving him with every fibre of her being. They kissed with passionate fury, lips haphazardly crashing against each other, tongues at war in a bid for dominance. And she was winning.

He knew he didn't stand a chance when she was like this. She grabbed him bodily and dragged him towards the edge. It didn't matter even if he wanted otherwise. He may have been the one to pin her to the mattress, but there was no question as to who was ravishing whom. She threatened to steal his sanity, plunging him into a world so visceral, so real that his senses would scream and flee in seven different directions. His muscles – his whole body – tightened, locking up as she clung to him and drew a deep, earthy groan from his lips. In the midst of the thick haze of pleasure that encompassed them it was a beautiful sound, swiftly joined by another. Her voice was loud, strong, trembling only when it had run its course and her arms and legs slowly loosened around him.

He flopped down next to her, staring up at the dark ceiling as the corners of his vision blurred intermittently and his chest rose and fell, glistening with a sheen of sweat. It was a long moment before he regained the powers of speech, though even when he did it cost more energy than he had readily available to produce a coherent sentence.

"Korra…what…you…" he panted before giving up and shaking his head. His body was telling him to shut up and give it a moment (or many) to recuperate after what she had just subjected it to, yet it was kind enough to offer him a single word that encapsulated how he felt.

"Wow," he breathed simply.

She smirked in response, and then she started to laugh. It was a soft sound at first, but quickly grew to its typical volume as she continued. He didn't know what she was finding so funny, but perhaps that was the point. The sound of her voice was infectious, and it didn't take long before he was grinning like an idiot as he listened to it. Pushing an arm behind his head, he turned to look at her as she eventually grew quiet, giving a soft chuckle as she dabbed tears from the corners of her eyes.

Four years and change – that was how long they had been together. Mako had made it his mission to learn her mannerisms, to be able to divulge her thoughts without her having to speak. It was a lengthy, often tricky process and though he considered himself fluent in the language of her body, she sometimes liked to throw him a curveball. He wondered if she did so intentionally at times.

She lay upon the bed, comfortably naked with the thin beige sheets drawn lazily up to her hips. He looked on as the soft orange light from the streetlights filtered through the windows and her dark skin glimmered with the sheen of post-coital sweat. He watched her throat pulse as she swallowed much needed air and watched her tongue trace the line of her lips, savouring the taste of him. He couldn't help himself from lifting his fingers to her flesh, lightly ghosting his touch down the length of her arm.

"So," he said, finally managing to regain the strength to speak. "What's gotten into you?"

"We haven't seen each other properly in almost a week," she replied. "Barely have the time to say hello, let alone spend a night together."

"I think we just more than made up for it."

"Oh, I wouldn't say so," she said, turning her face to him with a devious grin. "Unless I've worn you out already."