...me 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 he's going to get to that ideal state.
The warm water soothes his aching muscles as he leans back in the tub. He knows he's pushing Bolin and Korra almost to the point of exhaustion in their practices but he needs to win because he and Bolin need the money. Korra, he knows, understands this.