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The Notebook	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 66557 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ginger wasn't smiling as she got up from the faux altar, massaging the slim wrists by which she had been shackled for the take. Bolin, a charming grin plastered across his face, sidled up to her as the woman took a glass of water from an on-set assistant. Ginger refused to look at him as he slid into her line of sight. Bolin made his thick eyebrows dance as he nudged her with his shoulder.
"So, how about that kiss, huh?"
Ginger gave him a cutting, sidelong glance. "Ugh."
Bolin's smile faltered. "Wait, you didn't like it?"
"Did Varrick put you up to it?" Ginger asked suddenly.
"Uh, what?"
"That 'kiss' wasn't in the script!"
He waved his hand in the air. "Yeah, but it felt right in the moment, you know? Like your lips," Bolin added, leaning in towards the red-haired woman, "they felt really good."
"Ugh."
"Hey, where are you going?" he called as Ginger walked away.
"I need some space, Bolin. Just leave me alone."
Two seconds later the woman was fuming as he ran up and grabbed her wrist.
"I don't get it," Bolin said as she tried to pull away. "I thought we had good chemistry."
"You're as dumb as rocks, kid," Ginger said harshly, perfect eyebrows knitted together by the scowl on her face. "Nuktuk and I work like a charm, not you."
Bolin was confused. "But I'm Nuktuk."
Ginger yanked her arm out of his grip. "Ugh!"
An idea occurred to him as the woman stalked off and he watched her svelte hips sway from side to side. So she liked Nuktuk? Well, he could work with that. Bolin was an actor, after all, best of the best in his own modest opinion. He could slip into character at the flip of a yuan. Nothing to it. Besides, the thought of Ginger's lips on his again was too tempting an opportunity to pass up.
Decided, he strode after her, shoulders back and broad chest thrust forward. Bolin, as Nuktuk, owned every square inch of ground his feet touched. The Hero of the South was the manliest of men; what he declared his was so.
Ginger was sitting in front of a mirror lined with theatre lights when he burst through the door of her dressing room. The woman almost jumped out her skin, fingers springing open and dropping lipstick to the ground. She spun around to face him, shock etched into her lovely features as she found him standing in the doorway, fists set against his hips.
"Bolin! What on earth are you doing in here?"
"Who is this 'Bolin' you speak of? I am Nuktuk. Hero, of the South!"
Ginger stared at him for what felt like a whole minute. The whole while, he proudly displayed his well defined abdominals, chin lifted high. Ginger finally spoke, slowly and clearly.
"Bolin. Get out."
He did the opposite, swinging the door shut behind him. An important trait of Nuktuk's character was that there were no rules for him but his own.
Ginger started to scream when he grabbed her by the shoulders. Bolin quickly smothered her voice with his mouth, locking their lips together. When she tried to pull away, he kept her in place with a large hand palming the back of her head. Her efforts renewed when his tongue pushed into her mouth, swiping across her slim member. Muffled shouting earning her no reaction, the woman balled her hands into fists and beat them against Bolin's naked chest.
"You resist Nuktuk?" he boomed, catching Ginger's wrists. "How futile! Nuktuk has made his decision: he shall have you this day!"
"Bolin," Ginger said, straining against him as he pulled her up out of her chair, "stop it, or I'll –"
He clapped his hand over her mouth after whirling her around to face away from him. A hand wrapped around a slender waist left bare by her costume drew the woman against Bolin's hard, sculpted body and handily restrained her when she tried to struggle. Her shape settled nicely against him and Bolin leaned in, nuzzling into Ginger's neck. He throatily hummed his appreciation.
"Nuktuk is aroused by your sweet feminine scent," he told her, and the arm curved around Ginger began to drift as he pressed against the back of her dress. At that moment, her teeth nipped the flesh of his palm and Bolin gave an astonished yelp.
"Feisty woman!" he cried, when she tried to bite him again. "Nuktuk will tame you as he famously once did a wild polar bear dog!"
Cans of hairspray clattered across the booth's makeup table when Bolin threw Ginger down on top of it. His heavy hand planted between her shoulder blades held her in place. "I'm going to scream," the woman threatened hysterically as he gripped the fur-lined hem of her authentic Water Tribe skirts. Bolin paused only for the short moment it took to unravel the navy blue wrap from his forearm. He reached over her shoulder afterwards and stuffed it into her mouth. Ginger writhed as he exposed her small, shapely ass, smooth porcelain skin flushing pink when he gave her backside an appreciative swat.
"Worry not," Bolin said as a stifled scream left the woman's plugged lips, "Nuktuk will satisfy all your needs."
And yanking down his shorts, Bolin pulled aside the thin protection of black lace panties and thrust himself forward.
Seven inches of hard, hot dick sank into the redhead like a knife though hot butter. Bolin looked up at the mirror to see Ginger's eyes flare wide, teeth clenching down around her improvised gag. He grinned triumphant at the sight, slowly rolling back his hips before hilting his throbbing shaft in a warm, tight woman. Ginger's whole body jerked forward as their flesh clapped together, jostling an assortment of fallen items with a noisy clatter. She whined long and loud as she stretched around him, almost spitting out the wraps before Bolin intervened. His hand was clapped over Ginger's mouth and nose when he crammed himself deep into her, selfish in his pleasure. He was sloppy with their intermingled fluids when he finally pulled out with a proud, satisfied sigh.
Ginger turned on him with fury in her eyes. "You pig! I hate you!"
Bolin stood there, breathing heavily as the woman fumed. The anger on her face stirred him all over again. He glanced up at the mirror behind her and saw a ruggedly handsome, muscle bound man towering over a slight, gorgeous girl. Roughly handled, her fiery locks were tousled beautifully and his cock grew thickly rigid. Grinning, he grabbed her by the shoulders. Ginger cried out in surprise.
"What are you doing? Don't touch me!"
Bolin's lips split wider. "You forget your place, woman. Nuktuk doesn't take orders."
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