Mako's hands press on either side of her to the wall, and Korra struggles to keep her face straight. His nose gently nestles into her neck, and his hot breath tickles the skin there.

They had been dancing around it for months now, dancing around the attraction, the certain something that inexorably drew them back together.

She wouldn't give in. She wouldn't kiss him first, wouldn't know just how insane her insides were, how all she wanted was to toss him on the bed and-

No. That kind of thought would lose her this unspoken game.

His face lifts up, and he smirks. Bastard. He knows he's winning.

"You're looking flushed," he comments. "Alright there?"

"Of course," she replies breathily. Her eyebrows rise. "You're the one so close to me."

"Mhm," he agrees, leaning in again.

He isn't kissing her, not yet. He isn't doing anything at all. He is taunting her, plain and simple. She won't dare give in first, but he's going to make her, god damn it.

Two could play this game.

"Mako," she coos, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him away. "You look a bit unstable. You should sit." With a firm push, he falls back and lands on the floor, back hitting with a decisive thud.

Korra kneels next to him. "Are you alright? Maybe your muscles are still bothering you from training," she replies wide, innocent eyes.

"I'm fine," he says, gulping. Yes. The upper hand.

She stepps over him, straddling his torso, and she's the one smirking this time.

"Oh, but you look so sore," she insists sweetly. "Let me help you out."

Before he can resist, she pulls off his white shirt, and his eyebrows furrow in what looks like concentration.

"You alright?" Korra asks.

"O-of…" he stops as her hands begin massaging his chest, working their way slowly downward.

"Stop," he replies shakily.

"Oh? This is just one friend giving another a helping hand," she replies. "Right, Mako? Unless there's… something more."

She leans down to kiss his collarbone, hips sliding down to accommodate.

Korra hears Mako choke down a groan, and she smiles.

His hands are on the ground, and she eyes them as they begin to rise, then snap back down again. She's got him by the balls. She grins at the figure of speech. Not yet. Soon, maybe.

Her hands slide down his torso, and she sees him shiver in anticipation.

"Well," she says, leaning back up more slowly than necessary. "I hope your muscles feel better now."

"Korra-" he says, starting to prop himself up on his elbows.

"Yes?" she asks, standing.

With a groan, he grabs her wrist, pulling her flush against him, and rolls over in a split second, lips smashing to hers.

"You. Are such. A tease," he groans, punctuating each word with a feverish kiss.

His hands roughly pin down hers at the wrist to the floor, and he smiles.

"I was the one who gave in," he says quickly. "So it's all mine."

She doesn't protest as he kisses her, skipping the normal beating around the bush and pushing his tongue into her mouth.

His hips surge against hers, and she knows she's won.