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Forever a student	By : IndigoHaze Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 12948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spoilers may be present for the first couple of episodes. I intend to create more Korra tales. Stay tuned.
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Forever a student
By IndigoHaze

Nothing was going right. Her debut tour of Republic City and the great Avatar Korra had already been arrested. Oh, sure, it all worked out in the end, but didn’t it always? It wasn’t even her doing. If it weren’t for Tenzin, she would probably still be locked up. Then there was the training she wished she could forget. Why does the Avatar need all four elements anyway? Can Air really do anything special that the others can’t? She didn’t think so, but it was still impossible to quit. As if that was just a drop in the bucket, boys were entering the picture.
She had seen and known boys before, but timing and intimidation always left her in want of any kind of social interaction. The White Lotus was ever watchful to keep away those who wanted to befriend and use her for their own gains, though she could never see it that way. To her, there were just rules stacked upon rules. No matter which one she broke, the tower would never topple. As thrilling as it was to bend, all the other responsibilities that came with being the Avatar weighed down anything that even sounded like her own life. At least, that was true before Republic City.
Now she was far away from all of those White Lotus members. They entrusted her to the care of Tenzin and, although he was very good at being strict when it was needed, he was starting to understand just what kind of freedom the Avatar requires. As she laid in bed, images of the past two nights played out through her mind. All of it seemed to be on fast forward until the Pro-Bending Arena. Bolin and Mako. She smiled at the thought. The passion they shared was impressive. Although Bolin was obviously interested, she hated to think that she didn’t feel the same way. Not for him at least.
His brother was a different matter. That look in his eye as he moved and his quiet strength were things she couldn’t help but admire. She tried, of course, but the harder she resisted, the more she realized it was pointless. Everything came down to the way he played, that voracious spirit that needed to devour everything at once was eminently attractive. Characteristic of fire, she supposed. Although it seems counter-intuitive, fire and water can mix in unexpected ways.
Her mind wandered. She would probably never act on any of these feelings, but she was afforded precious little in self-indulgence. One such pleasure was the basest of all.
The first time she had experimented was also the first time she heard about pro-bending. The information came from an ex-player. He was a little older than her at the time, but the way he described it sent shivers down her spine. Bending being used with such finesse and by, let’s face it, such a cut physique? She was practically drooling by the time the White Lotus members cut off his story by shooing him away.
It was that night that she first touched herself. She gagged when she thought of what would happen if anyone knew. The great Avatar Korra sating her passions like a low-priced harlot in the street. Part of that made it better, however. It helped ground her in reality. Spirit being or not, she was still a creature of the flesh. Hadn’t the previous Avatar given the world several children? This was natural and, even if it wasn’t, it grew increasingly harder to stop. Not that she would have, given the option.
She brought images of Mako to mind and then his face was gone. There was only a pair of lips against hers, a body crushing hers in her mind as her fingers found their way into her blue water-tribe pants. The tongue explored her mouth and she bit back a gasp as her fingers found their mark with practiced skill. She stroked herself through her cotton underwear as she imagined Mako’s fingers claiming her chest with fevered urgency. In her fantasy, her sweat began to pour as unnecessary clothes were burned off of her, leaving her in only her underthings.
Then he was upon her, his fingers tearing at the fabric binding her breasts before groping and stroking them with renewed vigor, her title meaning absolutely nothing in the heat of passion. Her fingers groped at her chest, though the true pleasure came from between her legs, where her hand had slipped beneath all of her clothes and had begun work within her. A single finger pushed through her tightness with ease and her body consumed it completely again and again, coating it in her juices and burning it with her warmth. She gasped as her thumb found her nub and in her fantasy, Mako was thrown on his back as she took control.
She kissed him and ground her hips against him, coaxing a moan from his lips. He looked up at her, eyes hungry as he tried to turn her, but she shook her head with a smirk, forcing him back against the bed with a shove. She slipped her fingers down his pants, her breasts hanging freely before him. As she grasped him, he groaned a sensual sound and she felt his fingers squeezing her breasts, caressing them with (hopefully) unpracticed skill. He felt fleshy, veiny, and somehow wooden as she stroked him.
Her finger was working within her at an obscene speed and her thumb polished her nub with gusto. She still wasn’t close enough, however, and finishing was too much to ignore. She opened her eyes and reached over to her nightstand, passing her fingers over the glass of water. A small orb of water slipped out and she made a quick look around her before slipping her pants down her body, revealing her toned, dark-skinned legs and her well-shaven mound (it was a small decision, but it somehow made her feel more womanly). She watched the water in her hand and slipped a finger from the opposite hand out as she worked the liquid, trying to figure out a way to create the proper effect. At last, it hit what she needed – the water rotated in several directions, each ring of water meeting at a central point (her finger) and creating a sort of vibration.
Her new trick made, she slipped it between her legs and shut her eyes. As it touched her nub, she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, pulling the finger away. Her back arched and she bit down harder, her brow furrowed in concentration as the lightning pleasure that shot up and down her spine abated. For a moment, it felt as if her mind had melted out of her ears. She looked around, not sure if she had made a sound. Nothing. She grabbed her pillow and bit down as hard as she could before returning her finger between her legs.
The sensation was instantaneous and intense. It felt as if a hundred little tongues were lapping at her most sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure exploded into her mind and she screamed into the pillow, her hips bucking into the air. There was no time to think of Mako or anything as she approached and vaulted over her orgasm, her body convulsing and rocking as if she was having a seizure. After several minutes of this, her body went slack. Every muscle in her body felt sore, as if she had been flexing each of them at great strain for the past hour. All she wanted was sleep, euphoria kicking into high gear. With a small motion, she lifted the water that had spilled over her and shot it out the window towards the ocean. With great effort, she managed to pull her pants back up and place her pillow underneath her head.
Her last thought before slipping into sleep was that her alone time for the next week was now completely booked. Perhaps she hadn’t fully mastered water bending after all.
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