...ind. Her own pace is sluggish and dread claws at her heart. This isn't a conversation that she doesn't want to have. She isn't used to apologizing, until her recently her world was so simple. It was her against the world in a way, she fought life every step of the way, and laughed when she succeeded as she usually did. Korra didn't need to listen to anyone when everything came to her so easily.
Amon and this rebellion had crushed that part of her into tiny, jagged pieces.
Mako had always known what the world was really like, though. He struggled for everything that he and his brother had because life had not been kind to them, as it had been to her. And even despite that, he still chose to come with her…
It's the sounds that cause her to stop.
She hears rustling, groaning from beyond the bush that currently blocks her path. It's a strange thing, and her own natural curiosity causes her to seek it out.
Korra doesn't have to walk long towards to sound before she sees him.
He's panting, his hand moving furiously in his lap. From her place he can see his cock, hard and throbbing as he slides a calloused hand along it.
Korra is frozen.
For a moment, she feels panic. She's never seen anything like this, and while her first reaction is to run, her feet feel rooted to the ground.
She ducks behind the bush to assure that he doesn't spot hi...