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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Avatar:_Legend_of_Korra
  Relationship:
      Bolin/Jinora_(Avatar)
  Character:
      Bolin_(Avatar), Jinora_(Avatar)
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Romance, One-Shot
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-30 Words: 5771
****** Rendezvous of Smoke and Jade ******
by Raven_Hallowryn
Summary
     After several years and adventures with Avatar Korra, two of her
     friends have grown to notice each other in ways they hadn't even
     dreamed of. Romantic (and secretive) rendezvouses ensue. Post-canon
     (Long after LoK season 1 finale). (Note: Longest romantic lemon
     EVER.)
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
She knocked at the door ever so lightly. Just a couple of little taps, a pause,
then another soft rap.
He’d know it was her and he’d know to be quiet. Very quiet.
The sliding door opened with a soft swoosh and his hand appeared from the
inside, clad in green and brown, softly but quickly pulling her in before
closing the door with silent haste, though the little click of a tiny lock is a
bit too audible.
“You’re late tonight. You’re never late. What happened?” He spoke softly
peeking out the window to make sure nobody was a round before closing it along
with the shutters.
“The Pai Sho game lasted longer than I thought. I had to wait for everyone to
go to sleep in order to avoid getting caught. There is no reason for alarm.”
She sounded secure and certain but also spoke softly and even though they were
the whole room apart he could hear her clearly.
“Well… I… Ok, come here.” He sat on the bed patting the spot next to him.
She sat by his side so close that he could sense the rose water scent on her
skin and she could almost taste the peppermint on his breath, but her movements
were so graceful, so silent that he wondered for a moment if perhaps he was
just dreaming.
“What’s wrong? You seem frightfully nervous.” Her voice was like a gust of warm
autumn wind and even though her very presence made him nervous, just that
seemed to relax him more and more with every word she spoke.
“Well… I… I’m starting to doubt our good luck… Maybe we should tell him… Before
we get caught.” His voice stuttered lightly with repressed nerves but he seemed
calmer now in her presence.
“We will. When the time is right we will do it properly, but right now you know
full well what the outcome would be. It is much more logical to wait, besides
if we are careful we will not get caught until we are willing to reveal our
relationship, after all we’ve done this for a year and nobody has noticed yet.”
She spoke as calmly and sure of herself as always but lightened her words with
a smile as she finished.
“Asami noticed.” She has managed to calm him but he felt tempted to argue her
point and, to be frank, he needed the reassurance.
“Yes, and she is on our side and perfectly capable of keeping a secret.”
“…I guess. Alright, you win.” He sighed dramatically but she knew it was a
witty way to make her smile again, so she did.
She moved closer to him too, leaning her body to his side and kissing his
cheek. It had been weeks since the last time and she had missed him more than
she thought possible. Not that she didn’t see him often, she saw him almost
every day ever since he had been forced to move into the Temple, and even after
he moved back into the city and more so now that he had returned for a while in
order to give his brother some space for his own romance, but the moments when
she could actually be honest and show her feelings were rare and she needed
them.
He looked at her, suddenly blushing at the proximity of her body. He should be
used to it by now, she’s always so distant and proper when they have to keep up
the façade but when they are alone she seems to crave the closeness of his
body, and to be honest he liked the feel of her slim curves pressed to him.
He still remembered the time when he noticed his feelings for her had shifted.
It had been so confusing. He had seen her grow from an intelligent child to a
beautiful and talented young woman, she had always been there, in the
sidelines, during some of the most important moments of his grown up life but
he had been so blind to her, so clueless about how she felt for him until one
day he arrived and found her training alone. She was elegant and unbelievably
talented, she moved not like leaves in the wind as Tenzin often preached, but
like smoke, as if she was more than just going with the flow, as if she where
practically the very element around her, blending with it gracefully, and
despite all the elegance she had a determined and stubborn look on her face
that oddly enough made his insides melt into a gooey puddle. It was then and
there that he really truly saw her with clarity for the first time and his
emotions tangled like threads of sweet cotton candy making him dizzy with their
complexity. At first there was guilt, plenty of it, after all she was not meant
for him, it was wrong for him to even covet her but the glances they shared,
the smiles, the words…soon faded the guilt into a secret urgent desire to keep
her all to himself.
Jinora herself though, had developed feelings for him far before he ever
noticed her as more than a background character, in fact he had still been hung
up on the Avatar by the time she had grown enough to start appreciating him as
a man, one which she watched more than she herself would admit to. Eventually
she had developed to be more or less his height but whilst she was petite and
light like a feather, he was built wide and strong like a rock wall, one which
made her feel save and grounded. People always said how handsome and manly his
brother was but Jinora couldn’t help but think that Bolin was so terribly
underappreciated, sure he was shorter and more naïve, yes he had more of a baby
face than a manly scowl, and yes he was broad shouldered and built like a bear
instead of lean and tall but to Jinora he much more appealing, unique, sweet
tempered and attractive than any man she had ever know. Maybe she was biased,
but she loved him all the same.
The atmosphere in the room shifts and suddenly the dim candlelight seemed
romantic and shimmery, the sea breeze seemed warm and sweet gusting lightly
through the tiny crevices of the shutters and every sound seemed louder,
muffled but louder, like the sound of their breaths becoming deeper, harsher,
and the rustling of clothes as they move, even their heartbeats almost seen
audible in the scenario as their eyes meet in the semi-darkness, like the
glitter of clear jade ocean waters meeting the misty pearly ash of the dawn
sky.
All it takes is a little movement, a tiny shift from both their bodies, almost
imperceptive and mostly unconscious and suddenly they are both gravitating
towards each other with their lips meeting in a slow, soft but urgent kiss,
reveling in each other’s taste as her arms move around his neck and his hands
find her waist. Their tongues mold together like pieces of some tender alien
puzzle and their tongues, after shyly poking and tracing, begin a gentle yet
passionate dance of desire and affection as their embrace becomes tighter and
tighter until not even the air is allowed to stand between them.
Finally they break apart, panting for sweet gulps of much needed air with both
their cheeks tinted with a warm rosy shade.
“Spirits, I missed you.” Her breathless voice betrays more emotion than she’s
used to showing, sparking a darker hue of pink to flush her cheeks.
“I missed you too.” His panting voice, so close to her ear, sent puffs of
heated air onto her skin giving her goose bumps.
They stay like that for a while, not even noticing that she had moved onto his
lap, or maybe he pulled her onto it himself, with their clothed bodies close
together ignoring the stuffy heat as they merely breathe in each other’s scent
and enjoy the peaceful company.
There have been occasion when they have gone much farther. Exploring, touching,
teasing, caressing. But never once have they had the courage to do what both
their bodies are demanding, what they both truly want and need, even though
opportunity has presented itself often, but this time she wants more, she needs
more, she’s tired of waiting and hoping and dreaming.
“I want something different tonight.” Her words broke the silence, or near
silence as the first drops a summer storm began to drizzle just outside the
window. «Rain. Perfect.» She thought to herself.
“Different? What do you mean?” He looked at her, curious and still quite
clueless. In many ways he was far more innocent than she could ever be.
“I’m not the little girl you met five years ago. I’ve grown up. I want to
become a real woman and there is no man I’m willing to accept other than you.”
He looked into his eyes, holding her ground firmly and stubbornly.
“I… But… Look, I know you’re not a child, in many ways you’ve always been more
mature than me, you’ve always been a mature soul and you’re smarter than anyone
I know but… Are you sure? What if we get caught? Everyone will say I’ve
dishonored you or something.” He looked genuinely pained and torn. She knew he
wanted it, it was as obvious as the growing whistle of the wind outside, but he
had thought he was not good enough for her, he had always feared ruining her.
Somehow he still expected for her to find someone better, after all that always
happened, he was always left behind, but now here she was- giving him the
highest proof of love he could ever desire…And he didn’t know how to respond.
“Stop overthinking it. I love you. I’ve loved you for years. It’s only natural
that I’d want to make love to you. How can such feelings be bad?” She traced
his cheek and jaw soothing him, letting her reasoning sink in as the rain began
to pour more harshly outside and the detached rumble of thunder echoed in the
distance. “Please, I need you, Bolin.”
He stared at her, stunned into silence by her words. Jade eyes scrutinizing her
for even the smallest shred of doubt. But all her face betrayed was love, need
and certainty.
“I love you too.” With that his answer was given and he leaned closer to kiss
her once again, however this time there was much more passion and urgency in
the act. “I always will…Jinora.”
The sound of her name was almost lost in another bout of thunder but the flash
of lightning illuminated their faces, both frozen momentarily in expressions of
utmost affection and desire while looking at the objects of their affections
before their lips met again in a bruising kiss.
 
They were lying in his bed, they couldn’t remember when they had changed to
this position but he lay under her holding her body close as his fingers
slipped into her yellow and maroon Temple clothes, tracing her lower back while
she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt still kissing him, their lips locked
in a fervent way that was no longer gentle but a demanding, almost challenging,
battle of passion.
His hands roamed under her clothes mapping her back with smooth caresses of his
roughly callused hands making her almost purr in delight, but soon she became
utterly frustrated and sat up straddling his hips in a most suggestive manner
only to tug at his shirt. He understood and while the eagerness that tainted
her usually calm features and the sight of her pose made him blush, he still
sat up and allowed her to pull his shirt over his head, tossing the garment
across the room in process and disheveling his hair in a clumsy, though not
unattractive, way.
For a moment she merely stared at him, analyzing every inch of skin with her
hands lightly drifting from his shoulders down to his chest, she had seen has
much before, she had savored such a sight many times, but to be allowed to
touch so intimately changed the perspective entirely.
She took her time, letting the whole idea of what was about to happen sink in
and for all her earlier enthusiasm she was somewhat nervous. He did not move,
giving her time to reconsider, but she soon merely smiled, steeling her
resolve, and surprised him by unceremoniously pulling off her tunic and cowl,
giving him only a few seconds to view her before she kissed him again.
There was much difference in this kiss. It was no longer sweet or exploring or
even urgent, now it a demanding display of passion, it was all teeth and
tongues and fast insatiable motions of their lips that no longer molded gently
but instead were dueling in a bruising embrace between short harsh gasps for
air.
Such a kiss as a tendency to haze the mind, dull rationality and fuel passion
no matter how logical, smart or talented, no matter how sweet, funny or
innocent people may be, such a kiss will always be more intoxicating than any
beverage or drug.
Their hands now roamed each other’s bodies with demanding desire, with Bolin’s
hands fumbling with her chest wrappings while kicking of his shoes, and
Jinora’s dainty little fingers practically pulling at his hair to intensify the
kiss as she ground her body shamelessly to his.
He broke the embrace first, rolling onto her before pulling back, breathing
harshly. There was a sharp intake of breath, almost a gasp, and he realized it
had come from him as he gazed down at her.
Jinora lay on bed, her hazel hair almost completely loose for a change only a
lightly looped mess to the side as it had come undone in the confusion and now
spilled on her face and on the pillow all around her head, her parted lips were
swollen and red, glistening and dewy just begging for more kisses, her eyes
were half closed in a lusty haze but glittered with anticipation, her cheeks
were flushed as her chest rose rapidly as she attempted to catch her breath
emphasizing her perfect firm supple breasts that were displayed beautifully,
almost artistically, among loose tangled strips of wrappings in the candlelight
with her small pink nipples looking like berries ripe for the picking. She was
beautiful, breathtaking to say the least, and he could only stare as the rain
began to fall outside with almost deafening force and the occasional flash of
lightning illuminated her skin ethereally.
She was beginning to get a little self-conscious from his ogling but she
couldn’t help but stare at him as well. His eyes were scrutinizing her, not
with the wild lust she expected but with tender adoration and desire, his chest
rose and his mouth blew warm puffs of air with each harsh breath with lips just
as swollen and kissable as hers, he was flushed and his hair was even more
tousled now but it all made him look even more mouthwatering, but the skin she
had so readily explored earlier now seemed to be strung with unseen tension,
like the body of a predator on the prowl.
He kissed her again attempting, and utterly failing, to soften it from the
demanding violent passion of before to a sweeter tender meeting of lips, but
neither of them could help but kiss harder and deeper and their hands were once
again roaming all over heated skin with needy caresses, her soft fingers
travelling down his back, racking her nails softly but fastidiously on his
skin, while his calloused hands travelled up her sides to cup her plump mounds.
She moaned softly into his mouth from the delicate touch and, encouraged, the
broke from her lips only to plant delicate kisses tenderly down her jaw to her
neck as his hands groped and caressed her breasts, almost a little clumsily in
his fervor to please. But he was rewarded by the aroused shudder that travelled
up her spine and the little sounds that attempted to escape her pursed lips.
He continued to kiss her velvety skin reaching a spot just were her neck and
ear met and tentatively nipped on the earlobe while palming her breasts and
rolling her hardening pebbly nipples between his fingers, making her gasp and
jolt lightly which for some reason pleased him immensely. His lips continued
their travel, now with sweet kisses lower, crossing her neck and shoulder and
reaching her upper chest until he was placing gentle sloppy open mouthed kisses
on her left breast, still caressing and teasing the other with his fingers.
She shivered, not out of cold but out of the sheer sensations traveling her
body in tingling waves of heat. Her hands found his hair and all she could do
was tangle her fingers in it and urge him on while trying with all her might to
restrain her moans, which was proof of how forgone her rational mind was to the
sensations given that the noise of the storm was loud enough to mask any sound
she could possibly make.
Suddenly he kissed his way to her neglected breast, kissing it and sucking on
the berry pink nipple languidly and softly, finally ripping another little moan
from her throat as arousal and pleasure washed over her making her burn for
more, her hands began to tug at his hair, almost imperceptibly, for more. More
of what she did not know, just more of what he could give her.
Bolin’s lips travelled down her diaphragm, kissing and trailing to her stomach,
pausing for his tongue to dip and roll around her navel slowly and teasingly in
a promise of more to come later, leaving a trail of saliva on her oversensitive
skin that felt like a bright path of sensation in the warm stuffy air of the
summer night.
Unexpectedly, he began to untie her trousers, removing them swiftly but
lightly. He then moved over her again, gracing her lips with more leisurely
kisses as his hands traveled up her creamy thighs and one settled between her
legs, over the light fabric of her underpants, unmoving for a while as heat
seemed to seep from her every pore from arousal and a touch of embarrassment.
But soon enough her libido won over her shyness and she parted her thighs
allowing his fingers to explore with delicate motions.
It was as if his large calloused fingers were gently attempting to work on
delicate flower, touching with just enough pressure to part her folds and
caressing with just enough speed to make her pant into their frantic kiss. By
the time the thin white material of her underpants was moist and clammy he was
becoming bolder and braver and he surprised her by slipping his hand into the
cloth and caressing her directly. His mouth was back on her neck, kissing her
sweet skin with dedication and sucking it with possessive passion while his
fingers explored every most intimate core of her body, caressing over the
unusually soft fuzz of her curls and gently parting her folds again to softly
stroke at the warm slick skin, rolling his index over a tiny pearl that made
her jump and arch her back like a cat in heat, moaning incoherent words as he
kissed at the hollow of her throat. He then stroked a little lower, dipping a
digit into her depths, somewhat astounded at how incredibly wet and ready she
had become, noting her little intake of breath and the blush blooming all over
her skin more fiercely as he continued to explored.
He soon found a rhythm, rolling and tapping his thumb on that little pearl that
made her nearly squeal with sensation while he gently thrust a pair of his long
fingers in the hot slick depths of her body while his mouth mapped her skin
with tantalizing kisses.
Jinora felt as if the tingly sensations that invaded her body were blooming
into something harsher, powerful and raw, like a coil about to spring from the
deepest parts of her body if just a little bit more tension were applied;
pleasure made the air catch in her lungs and every inch of her skin seemed
oversensitive and attuned to even the slightest feathery touch.
When Bolin began to feel his hair being tousled by nothing but air and slivers
of warm breeze tickling down his back demandingly, he knew she was losing
control, even her bending was leaking out in an instinctive plea for more, her
moans and the way she arched to his touch proved just that.
With herculean force of will, he pulled away from her, earning a disappointed
meowl from her lips.
“Patience.” He smiled, a little amused that she of all people was the anxious
one right now.
Gracefully, he slid her undergarments off completely leaving her bare in all
her glory before him, looking like some otherworldly spirit, a goddess of lust
and innocence both. He could not help but stare, taking in her creamy skin were
little possessive marks were blooming from the earlier ministrations of his
mouth.
She squirmed a little anxiously, closing her thighs shyly and looking up at him
with a little challenging pout making her a million times more desirable.
“What?” She seemed to be enquiring about the dazed and amazed look on his face.
“So gorgeous…” He replied breathlessly but giving her his usual crooked smile.
“No bad for someone living with monks.”
She blushed then chuckled, covering her breasts shyly with one arm whilst
throwing a pillow in his face.
“It’s not fair.”
“What?” This time he was the one confused by her actions.
“That I’m the only one naked as a babe. It’s not fair.” She gave him an almost
inquisitive grin, daring him to join her.
“Well, I wouldn’t wish to be unfair! How do you propose we resolve this, oh my
might spirit of beauty?” His smile was almost blinding as the blush on her
cheeks deepened at least three shades.
Instead of replying she sat up, slowly moving to him. She traced down his flat
stomach and deftly untied his belt, tugging his pants down. He had to stand and
kick off the offending garment before joining her again, lying beside her and
kissing her lips, fully intending to return to his previous actions but she
took the lead instead, curiously trailing her hand over the hard bulge of his
undershorts which were now unpleasantly constricted. He bit his lip, hissing in
a sharp breath at her touch, elated in the way she stroked circles on his
clothed length making him harden even more at an alarming rate.
She was graceful and gentle but lacked the subtlety and patience that he had
shown when exploring her. Perhaps he had strung her nerves and desires too
tightly, perhaps he had overestimated her delicacy as a girl or perhaps she was
just too eager and curious to hold back, but when she slipped her slight hand
into his undershorts with barely any warning he was taken by surprise and
completely blow away by the rush of sensation as she wrapped her silky fingers
around the bare skin of his cock, memorizing each inch, taking in its heat and
rigidity, noting how it felt hard like iron covered in velvet but malleable and
hot too.
“Do I really arouse you so much?” The question was simple enough but she
whispered it shyly, fluttering her lashes and looking at his flushed lust
filled face.
“More than you will ever imagine.” He attempted a smile but a sharp moan took
away the edge of it.
She smiled as well and moved to remove his undershorts until he was as naked as
her in the dimly lit room. Just like him, she gawked at him with a partially
analytic, partially needy gaze noticing the soft tan of his skin, the sharp
angles of his body that were nothing like the subtle curves of hers, the well-
defined muscles, the rough calloused hands, the heated jade gaze of his eyes,
the strong column of his throat that swallowed convulsively under her staring
gaze, the panting needy rise and fall of his chest, the powerful legs and of
course the hardened dark length between his legs.
“What?” He asked, just as curious about her stare as she had been.
“Gorgeous.” She replied in a breathy voice. “Not bad for a Pro-Bender.” She
added counter-pointing his little joke.
“…Um…T-thanks.” He gave her a smile and blushed almost as much as her,
nervously running a hand through his hair.
She couldn’t help by find his reaction adorable and moved to lay next him
again, kissing his neck as she had wanted to do from the moment he bit her
earlobe. He mouth made languid hot patterns on his skin, kissing, sucking,
travelling down his neck as her hands trailed his chest with fluttery fingers
sending little tendrils of air to caress his skin and make him shiver.
He wrapped his arms around her, rolling lightly onto her again with a smile
that seemed to say «Where were we?» as he captured her lips again with his own.
Once again the kiss was hard, passionate, frantic, all teeth and tongues and
bruising force leaving them drunk with lust all over again.
So far their passion had heated and cooled in waves with the shy explorations
and curious touches of their first time, the anxiety and eagerness being often
calmed by the need to be granted approval and certainty by each other, which in
turn was driven by love but soothed the natural wild instinct to simply give in
to carnal desires. But the time for exploring was over and neither of them
could wait much longer, this time the growing heat would not be cooled.
The hungry kiss deepened further, as if they wanted to feed each other their
very souls. The hard planes of his chest pressed her down to the fluffy covers
of the bed and yet she still arched her body to grind her breasts and tingly
pebbly nipples to him. His length poked and grinded to her intimate core almost
clumsily in its eagerness though he still managed to hold back for fear of
harming her, but when she suddenly spread her thighs and wrapped her legs
around his waist he felt all his resolve melt.
His hand and hers together guided the tip of his hard throbbing cock into the
soaked gooey heat of her entrance and he slipped in, sliding inside almost
without any control thanks to how wet and slick she was with need. Her breath
hitched and she gasped. He broke the kiss, looking into her face as a pained
but determined expression replaced the lusty haze she had moments before, yet
he didn’t stop, merely driving into her depths steadily and slowly, piercing
her maidenhood until he was fully sheathed in her body, only then did he stop,
allowing her, well both of them, time to adjust as he kissed away a stray tear
from the corner of her eye followed by many small honeyed little kisses all
over her cheeks, jaw, neck and even the tops of her breasts, and not once did
she complain or cry out, being his brave girl…Well, his brave woman.
She was so tight- the wet, hot, bumpy walls of her depths wrapped around him so
tightly he felt they would imprint his length with their patterns forever, the
heat was so intense he almost feared he’d melt into her. Even so they fit
together like puzzle pieces, made for each other so perfectly that it just felt
right, and it took him all the self-restraint he had not to lose control.
Moments later her hands found his hair again, pulling him up into another deep
kiss as she rolled her hips lightly giving permission to move, though it seemed
more like she was demanding more as she clung to him tightly with her legs, her
arms and even her tongue invaded his mouth as the lustful haze returned to her
smoke colored eyes.
He moved slowly, in long unhurried thrusts, his hands cupping her breasts and
pinching her nipples as she moaned into the deep fervent kiss until her own
hips were moving in time with his, like some indecent dance of primal passion,
a rhythm of heat and pleasure that grew faster and faster until they had to
break the kiss panting for oxygen as her moans filled the room.
He never knew she could make sounds like that, he doubted anybody would have
ever thought her voice become so honeyed, so breathy, soloud! But he loved it,
he silently thanked the spirits that the storm was raging so violently outside
as to hide her voice from unsuspecting ears but he adored how she cried out in
that sweet voice with each thrust, how every time his rock hard shaft drove
into her tight  dripping core she would get louder and louder.
They didn’t even remember when or how but suddenly he had one of her legs over
his shoulder and he drove into her much deeper than before, finding spots
inside she didn’t even know existed but that made her scream and arch and
shake.
Someone was screaming for more, demanding it harder and faster and she suddenly
realized it was her, she never imagine her voice would so…so feminine and
animalistic in the throes of pleasure but to her the most arousing thing of all
were his groans and moans and the way his face twisted with pleasure.
He let go of leg and took hold of her hips as her legs wrapped around his waist
locking her ankles behind his back, and he followed her commands quite
willingly, thrusting harder and deeper as he bent his head, his mouth finding
her breasts and hungrily sucking her nipples until her words were completely
incoherent. He tilted her hips with his fingers almost bruising her skin and
hammered deeper, finding some spot that made her cry his name and tilt her head
back with her eyes almost rolling back into her skull. Her nails racked over
his back almost franticly like a drowning woman fighting for a hold, but the
fierce red scratches that marred his back only drove him further to the edge.
He knew she wouldn’t last much longer, her frantic ways, her desperate cries
and even the way the inner walls of her body fluttered around him told him she
was so close to the edge, but he couldn’t wait, he was about to explode from
the inside out but refused to go down before her.
“Open your eyes…Look at me…” He whispered out in a hoarse panting voice among
groans of pleasure.
Her eyes shot open instantly, gazing at him sharply with her face contorted
with pleasure.
One of his hands left her hip, sliding between them to find that tiny pearl in
her body tapping in quick desperate strokes, though he never stopped pounding
into her, into that spot that made her lose control of her body.
Suddenly, she was falling. The coil deep within her body snapped and the
pleasure exploded all over her body like a sudden electric jolt that made all
her muscles spasm at once, he had expected her to scream louder but all the air
seemed to have vacated her lungs and the sensations were simply so extreme she
couldn’t even scream she could only cling onto him for dear life, sinking her
nails into his shoulder, unaware that her eyes had shut again and her vision
had gone white. The feeling of her clinging so urgently to him, the bursting
spiral of air enveloping them, the sting of her nails, the tight clenching of
her core sucking in his length and simply the expression on her face were too
much, he cried out and felt the waves of pleasure crash on him dragging him
down to climax with her and before he could help himself he was releasing jets
of hot sticky seed into her body and collapsing onto her, doing his best to
keep his weight off her but groaning as her depths seemed to flutter as if
trying to milk him dry, prolonging their pleasure for several long excruciating
moments until they were both lying in messy heap of limbs that felt like jelly,
sweating, panting in desperate need for air, exhausted, still seeing sparks,
totally spent,  but utterly and completely satisfied, sated in a way they did
not even know possible.
Finally, their bodies disconnected slowly, leaving her with a little twinge of
emptiness and him with a little sense of loss, as if they were not complete
without each other. He rolled off her, not letting go so she was soon lying
over his chest, snuggling into the warmth of his body, he pulled the covers
over their cooling bodies and wrapped his arms around her out of protective
instinct.
“I love you, Jinora. So much.” He whispered in her, suddenly needing her to
know this, needing her to hear the words.
“I love you too, Bolin. More than you will ever know.” She smiled against his
chest, her eyes closed as she dozed in and out of consciousness, feeling so
happy that there simply were no more words to describe her emotions at the
moment.
They both felt closer than ever, like they had completed each other, like they
were part of each other, as if suddenly they were one, or better yet- two parts
of a whole. It certainly was the most rewarding feeling either of them had ever
had. They were so wrapped up in each other, dozing for much needed rest, that
they did not notice that the candle had gone out, the rain was showering with
deafening force but it was soothing and lolled them to sleep, the thunder still
rumbled occasionally and they were unaware that it had concealed the few times
the ground had actually trembled lightly from Bolin’s bending in the throes of
passion, the warm balmy summer air wrapped around them in the night bringing
the fragrance of night blooming jasmine into the room.
Luckily for them, the following day was a resting day and thanks to the storm
everyone would sleep in, allowing them to rest. Luckily for them, the night was
still young.
 
End Notes
     Soooo… Should I keep this as a one shot or make it a story? Say
     someone helps them hide those hickeys? Say Tenzin is on the prowl?
     Say someone catches them? Or maybe some romantic trouble is on its
     way? Who knows where my twisted little mind can go with this! Just
     tell me if you want me to continue.
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