Disclaimed. Doesn't not follow cannon.

He had her trapped against the wall.

"Avatar," He, General Iroh II, breathed softly against her skin.

His hands were on either side of her head.

Korra took a breath and shakily raised her hand, caressing his cheek with her finger tips stopped to let them rest on his lips. "Korra." She said.

"Korra," he repeated his breath ghosting over her neck. Iroh slowly leaned closer and then paused, looking at her in askance.

Korra glared into his golden honey gaze and thrust her body up tightly against his, seeking his lips and sealing her own against them; Iroh hummed languidly, pleased and amused by her ever-present brashness.

"Spirits be damned Iroh," She groaned nipping at his lips, "Take me right now or so help me I will kick your royal ass so hard your grandfather will feel it."

Iroh chuckled nuzzling her neck. "Take you? Take you where my dear? The south pole? North pole? I'll take you anywhere."

Korra let out a loud impudent whine grinding her hips into him.

"Bastard," she grunted as he hoisted her legs up and around his own waist, "You know what I mean."

He chuckled licking the curves of her collarbones. "I'd love to please you, dear, but you'll have to try to be more specific."

Korra growled, and Iroh thrust into the building friction between their clothed bodies.

"I want you to take me to that magical place I feel when you shove your cock deep into my-"

Korra gasped when he bit into her neck. "It seems that the Lady Avatar needs to re-learn her manners."

"If only there was a prince of some sort to teach me etiquette."

Iroh lifted a brow, his strong angular features smoothed into his usual stoic expression. "I suppose I will bear such a heavy burden."

Korra scoffed, though her azure eyes glinted with mischeif as she over powered him, sending them both tumbling onto the bed.

"I look forward to your conquest, General."