A World Of Grey (Legend of Korra)

Chapter 16

Pale golden rays filtered through the window, the sky beyond slowly regaining its vibrancy. It was quiet, very quiet, Ba Sing Se having yet to truly open its eyes. But Korra's were open. She was awake and alert, sitting comfortably slouched against the headboard with a pillow tucked behind her back. The night had been warm, and her blanket was kicked to the foot of the bed. A thin sheet reached up to her thighs, cool and light upon her skin. Her hands were sitting in her lap as she looked through the window to the city beyond, her shoulders loose, her breathing soft and languid. Korra blinked slowly and turned her eyes down towards her body.

Her left hand moved first, fingertips pulling lightly against the fabric of the cream, short sleeved vest she slept in. Moving up past her navel, her hand gradually rose to her chest. She cupped her breast, fingers spreading apart before applying a gentle, even pressure. Korra released a soft sigh as she began to knead her flesh. She focused on nothing more than the sensation of the vest's fabric rubbing against her skin. Her first and second finger began to move in towards the soft pebble that capped her breast, eventually finding and lightly trapping it between them. The movements of her hand provided a pleasant friction, and Korra tilted her head backwards and let her eyes fall.

She opened them again when she felt his touch upon her stomach, fingertips drawing slow circles upon her vest. His left arm curved around her shoulders, moving to take over from hers as he pressed himself close against the side of her body. Korra turned to face him, smiling as she met his pale gold eyes. Her gaze roved hungrily, taking in his thick, dark hair, the strong, angular line of his jaw, and the shape of his mouth as his lips curved with a promise written upon them. She could feel his weight as he leaned into her, the warmth of his flesh as he lay flush against her. Korra let her hand run along his chest, wiry curls of hair slipping through her fingers.

"Mako," she whispered.

He closed the distance between them. Their kiss was chaste and yet the taste of him lingered. Korra caught his lower lip between her teeth as he drew away, reluctant to break the contact. He chuckled low in his throat, and the sound of his voice began to spread liquid warmth through her limbs. When he leaned down to kiss her again, she felt his thumb and forefinger upon her nipple, his pressure gentle. She gasped softly as their lips met, and his tongue slipped into her mouth. Korra tried to meet it with her own, but he withdrew from the kiss once more. She made a soft noise of complaint.

"Korra," he husked, each syllable of her name wrapped in desire and setting her skin alight with a thrill. He moved forward again, but not towards her lips. He nuzzled into her hair, mouth brushing against the edge of her ear. "I need to see you," he said, and as he spoke she was melting, become utterly malleable to his will. "All of you."

The hand at her stomach moved to the hem of her vest and began to pull it upwards. Korra arched her spine, helping him, and soon it sat rolled up at her chest. His touch upon her naked skin drew from her throat a deep sigh. She felt his right hand claim her unattended breast, lightly calloused digits kneading her flesh until she hissed with delight.

"That's it," he murmured, his breath hot as he pushed air between his lips. "Do you like it, Korra? When I touch you like this?"

"I love it," she breathed.

His fingers rolled the pebbles of her chest between them and Korra closed her eyes, her back curving and pushing herself into his insistent touch. She moaned, breathless as he gathered her into him. She filled her lungs with his distinct, masculine scent, gently inhaling the subtle fusion of spices of the fragrance she had bought him for his twenty-first birthday. Her voice hitched as his fingers teased her, pinching and pulling.

"Do you know what I love?" he whispered, right hand beginning to slowly fall, tracing a downward path towards her stomach. "I love hearing you say my name. Say it for me," he said, as she felt his fingers glide past her navel.