slacktension:

Summary: She understands airbending best when she’s with Mako. It’s not just the recall of wind breaking free from the taut skin of her knuckles or her throat turning raw with a scream; it’s better now, the explosive kick dulled into the pleasantly sharp rise of his chest as it fills with air. 

Pairing: Makorra

Rating: M

Notes: My Christmas gift to ledroid lmao good god. Contains light bondage and some roughing up. 

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The wind outside is brisk and sharp, singing with the rattle of the octagonal window in Korra’s bedroom. It whips and whistles over the cresting sea waves and through the bare trees, one last call of the dying winter reluctantly melting into spring. Large, grey clouds travel fast overhead, changing the reading light in Korra’s room from pale lemon sunlight to the electric, shadowy dark of a storm.

There won’t be a storm, she hears Tenzin’s voice say in her mind, ignore the weather and study. My family and I will be attending a luncheon in the city and I expect your reading to be done by then.

Korra sighs on her bed and turns another onion skin page in the old tome, paper crackling and sparking faint dust motes into the air that glitter in the fragile sunlight. They die as the clouds shift over the sun and the words melt into the dark shade of the page, so Korra leans her chin in her hand and shuts her eyes for a break.

She tries to recall some previous information from her studies, things about airbending is associated with touch, and therefore connected to the skin; it is associated with actions of the hands (see airbending exercises in chapter 5), and therefore is connected to the hands -

Korra snorts out a laugh and thinks that she would rather put those practices of touch and skin and hands into action, rather than read clinical descriptors of love in a book.

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