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[Legend of Korra] madly in bed (Korra/Lin)
Title: madly in bed
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Length: 1110 words
Prompt: femslash_kink: Legend of Korra: Korra/Lin, strap-on
Pairing: Korra/Lin
Other: NC-17 for explicit sex. Lin's voice floats up, dryly, from the head of the bed. Though her knees are spread wide, Korra can see that Lin's thighs are clenched tightly. Lin doesn't like vulnerability, and it is hard for her to let her guard down so completely, even with Korra.
It feels so awkward to scramble onto the bed with the strap-on hanging between her legs. And it's more awkward still to stare down at Lin's body and try to figure out where things go. Well, she knows where it goes, her hands have exploded Lin's body plenty of times, but it's different from up here, somehow.
"Daydreaming at a time like this?"
Lin's voice floats up, dryly, from the head of the bed. Though her knees are spread wide, Korra can see that Lin's thighs are clenched tightly. Lin doesn't like vulnerability, and it is hard for her to let her guard down so completely, even with Korra. Their relationship is difficult, stuttery. Lin doesn't like Korra's impatience, and is uncertain because of Korra's youth. Korra doesn't like the way that Lin closes herself off from everyone, and can't stand even a hint of condescension because of her age. It should never have worked, never have started at all. But here they are, six months later, and this evening, when Lin's hands were sliding up underneath Korra's shirt, Lin suggested that Korra wear the strap-on for the first time. Korra was surprised by how quickly she'd agreed, a frantic bout of desire slamming into her. She wanted this.
And now she is going to have it. She puts her hand on the dildo, which of course makes her fingers sticky with lube, and she almost reaches over to wipe it off on the bed, but Lin shifts a little, uncomfortably.
She's probably getting a little cold, Korra realizes. Sometimes Lin will work her up, lay her down, and then disappear for what seems like torturous hours (just minutes) before returning with the strap-on. It drives Korra crazy when Lin does this, and she knows Lin enjoys the teasing, which makes it all the more frustrating.
"I'm not daydreaming," Korra protests. She can just see the hint of Lin's smile in the moonlight slipping through the window. Even in the dimness, Lin's eyes are so green.
Korra reaches down with her messy hand and feels for Lin's opening, and then slips the dildo in underneath her questing fingers, past the hardness of the pubic bone and into the vagina. It's a strange feeling, to be so intimately connected and yet not feeling that connection with her own body.
Lin sighs quietly, her breasts lifting with the movement. Carefully, Korra pulls back with her hips and then moves in again. Lin shifts carefully, wrapping her legs around Korra, letting her callused heels meet in the small of Korra's back. Lin has working feet, working hands, hard with years and power. Sometimes she scratches Korra, but Korra relishes in the marks. She loves the power in Lin's body. Lin is someone she can feel vulnerable with physically, and yet, never threatened. And now Lin's taut thighs are pressed against her hips, and it's so hot, Korra can hardly breathe.
She pants and thrusts again. Lin groans deep in her throat, and Korra moves again, and Lin cries out again. Lin is never loud in bed when she is the one on top, thrusting into Korra with a fierce, firm determination, grunting, but not loudly. Korra is determined to make her loud.
They rock together, flexing their bodies to closeness. There aren't any real words, just half-muttered, pleasurable curses, and the occasional direction -- harder, softer, there. Lin cups Korra's breast, thumb teasing across Korra's nipple as Korra moves in her. And even if Korra doesn't feel all of the sensations that Lin is feeling, she loves this anyway -- the pressure on her mound as she moves forward, the yielding and unyielding.
Sex is a lot like fighting. She tried to explain it to Tenzin when he found out about this "affair," as he'd called it, with such horror in his tone that she expected that they'd knocked ten years off the end of his life. (When she told Lin about the conversation, Lin had laughed with clear amusement.) But Tenzin hadn't wanted to hear Korra's explanation of how she and Lin had fallen out of testing their skills in practice bouts and into bed. It is entirely true, though. You have to learn your opponent intimately, strike at just the right moment, let your body guide you.
Korra finds Lin's clit with her fingers, and teases it as gently as she can without losing her rhythm. Lin grabs her wrist after just a moment, pulling her hand away and replacing it with her own. Korra doesn't mind too much. She concentrates on their coming together instead, a steady rhythm.
When Lin comes she is not loud. She shudders, locking her legs around Korra's back, and her head tips back against the pillow. Korra doesn't stop moving until Lin pulls back a little, unlocking her thighs and lifting a hand to wipe her sweaty brow.
Korra shifts backward awkwardly, off the bed. She has a delicious burn in her buttocks and thighs from their exercise, and she feels completely wired, like she could go run two miles without strain. She unfastens the straps and takes off the dildo, and then slips back into bed with Lin.
Lin claims to not be much of a cuddler, and she's right on one level -- she's all elbows and knees, somehow, like an aging cat. But she doesn't dislike cuddling, and she's shifted onto her side so that she faces Korra. She brushes at Korra's bangs and lets her hand slide down across the hard plane of Korra's collarbones to rest on her breast. Korra leans into the touch, sensitive right now to the feel of anything against her skin. Lin trails her fingers down from Korra's breast and rests them in the marks left by the straps on Korra's skin. Korra shivers.
"Not bad," Lin says after a long moment of comfortable silence. She offers a crooked half smile.
"Not bad?!" Korra protests, as Lin's fingers tickle her hip. She lifts up on her elbow to protest. "I did really well. You came!"
"I just think you need some more practice," Lin says, her eyes half-lidded. Her hand traces down to brush at the inside of Korra's thighs, and this is when Korra realizes how wet she is, without even having been touched.
"I wouldn't say no to a demonstration," Korra says, as she swings her leg over Lin's hip to pin her. Lin's eyes glitter, and in a moment, the Avatar is the one pinned to the bed.
"Pay close attention," Lin says, mock-serious, her hips a hot press of pleasure on Korra's, and the lesson began again.
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Length: 1110 words
Prompt: femslash_kink: Legend of Korra: Korra/Lin, strap-on
Pairing: Korra/Lin
Other: NC-17 for explicit sex. Lin's voice floats up, dryly, from the head of the bed. Though her knees are spread wide, Korra can see that Lin's thighs are clenched tightly. Lin doesn't like vulnerability, and it is hard for her to let her guard down so completely, even with Korra.
It feels so awkward to scramble onto the bed with the strap-on hanging between her legs. And it's more awkward still to stare down at Lin's body and try to figure out where things go. Well, she knows where it goes, her hands have exploded Lin's body plenty of times, but it's different from up here, somehow.
"Daydreaming at a time like this?"
Lin's voice floats up, dryly, from the head of the bed. Though her knees are spread wide, Korra can see that Lin's thighs are clenched tightly. Lin doesn't like vulnerability, and it is hard for her to let her guard down so completely, even with Korra. Their relationship is difficult, stuttery. Lin doesn't like Korra's impatience, and is uncertain because of Korra's youth. Korra doesn't like the way that Lin closes herself off from everyone, and can't stand even a hint of condescension because of her age. It should never have worked, never have started at all. But here they are, six months later, and this evening, when Lin's hands were sliding up underneath Korra's shirt, Lin suggested that Korra wear the strap-on for the first time. Korra was surprised by how quickly she'd agreed, a frantic bout of desire slamming into her. She wanted this.
And now she is going to have it. She puts her hand on the dildo, which of course makes her fingers sticky with lube, and she almost reaches over to wipe it off on the bed, but Lin shifts a little, uncomfortably.
She's probably getting a little cold, Korra realizes. Sometimes Lin will work her up, lay her down, and then disappear for what seems like torturous hours (just minutes) before returning with the strap-on. It drives Korra crazy when Lin does this, and she knows Lin enjoys the teasing, which makes it all the more frustrating.
"I'm not daydreaming," Korra protests. She can just see the hint of Lin's smile in the moonlight slipping through the window. Even in the dimness, Lin's eyes are so green.
Korra reaches down with her messy hand and feels for Lin's opening, and then slips the dildo in underneath her questing fingers, past the hardness of the pubic bone and into the vagina. It's a strange feeling, to be so intimately connected and yet not feeling that connection with her own body.
Lin sighs quietly, her breasts lifting with the movement. Carefully, Korra pulls back with her hips and then moves in again. Lin shifts carefully, wrapping her legs around Korra, letting her callused heels meet in the small of Korra's back. Lin has working feet, working hands, hard with years and power. Sometimes she scratches Korra, but Korra relishes in the marks. She loves the power in Lin's body. Lin is someone she can feel vulnerable with physically, and yet, never threatened. And now Lin's taut thighs are pressed against her hips, and it's so hot, Korra can hardly breathe.
She pants and thrusts again. Lin groans deep in her throat, and Korra moves again, and Lin cries out again. Lin is never loud in bed when she is the one on top, thrusting into Korra with a fierce, firm determination, grunting, but not loudly. Korra is determined to make her loud.
They rock together, flexing their bodies to closeness. There aren't any real words, just half-muttered, pleasurable curses, and the occasional direction -- harder, softer, there. Lin cups Korra's breast, thumb teasing across Korra's nipple as Korra moves in her. And even if Korra doesn't feel all of the sensations that Lin is feeling, she loves this anyway -- the pressure on her mound as she moves forward, the yielding and unyielding.
Sex is a lot like fighting. She tried to explain it to Tenzin when he found out about this "affair," as he'd called it, with such horror in his tone that she expected that they'd knocked ten years off the end of his life. (When she told Lin about the conversation, Lin had laughed with clear amusement.) But Tenzin hadn't wanted to hear Korra's explanation of how she and Lin had fallen out of testing their skills in practice bouts and into bed. It is entirely true, though. You have to learn your opponent intimately, strike at just the right moment, let your body guide you.
Korra finds Lin's clit with her fingers, and teases it as gently as she can without losing her rhythm. Lin grabs her wrist after just a moment, pulling her hand away and replacing it with her own. Korra doesn't mind too much. She concentrates on their coming together instead, a steady rhythm.
When Lin comes she is not loud. She shudders, locking her legs around Korra's back, and her head tips back against the pillow. Korra doesn't stop moving until Lin pulls back a little, unlocking her thighs and lifting a hand to wipe her sweaty brow.
Korra shifts backward awkwardly, off the bed. She has a delicious burn in her buttocks and thighs from their exercise, and she feels completely wired, like she could go run two miles without strain. She unfastens the straps and takes off the dildo, and then slips back into bed with Lin.
Lin claims to not be much of a cuddler, and she's right on one level -- she's all elbows and knees, somehow, like an aging cat. But she doesn't dislike cuddling, and she's shifted onto her side so that she faces Korra. She brushes at Korra's bangs and lets her hand slide down across the hard plane of Korra's collarbones to rest on her breast. Korra leans into the touch, sensitive right now to the feel of anything against her skin. Lin trails her fingers down from Korra's breast and rests them in the marks left by the straps on Korra's skin. Korra shivers.
"Not bad," Lin says after a long moment of comfortable silence. She offers a crooked half smile.
"Not bad?!" Korra protests, as Lin's fingers tickle her hip. She lifts up on her elbow to protest. "I did really well. You came!"
"I just think you need some more practice," Lin says, her eyes half-lidded. Her hand traces down to brush at the inside of Korra's thighs, and this is when Korra realizes how wet she is, without even having been touched.
"I wouldn't say no to a demonstration," Korra says, as she swings her leg over Lin's hip to pin her. Lin's eyes glitter, and in a moment, the Avatar is the one pinned to the bed.
"Pay close attention," Lin says, mock-serious, her hips a hot press of pleasure on Korra's, and the lesson began again.