...t there," Mako grinds out, pace growing frantic.
She jerks her hips up to meet his every thrust, and suddenly she's crying out as lights explode behind her eyes and she's thrown over the edge into bliss. Vaguely, she notes Mako's gasping and trembling against her, then he collapses onto her, burying his face into the crook between her neck and shoulder.
He rolls them over onto their sides, wrapping an arm around her, stroking her hair with his other hand and pulling the covers over them. Korra can't help but think that she's probably a mess right now, all sweaty and sticky and disgusting – but content, nevertheless.
"You alright?" Mako murmurs, and she kisses him softly in response, then tucking her head under his chin.
"Yeah," she answers. "Just a bit sore."
He chuckles quietly. They're both silent for a few moments, and Korra wonders how much things have changed between them; if they're.. together now. Mako clears his throat and she looks up at him.
"Was it.. I mean.. did you.. like it?" he asks, obviously uncomfortable. Realizing what he means, she can't help but laugh – he's actually insecure, about his prowess of all things. Mako, insecure. Her laughing probably isn't helping things; he's blushin...