Mako backs her onto the bed and falls heavily on top of her, his mouth attacking hers. Korra wraps her arms around his neck and presses her body into his and he responds with his hands on her hips. He pulls back to stare heatedly into her eyes and goes in for another kiss, their fever causing them to knock teeth. Korra flips them over and straddles his hips, grinning wickedly at him. Mako takes the chance to take the scarf from under her shirt because that's uncomfortable and Korra looking pregnant isn't good for his erection. Korra plants her hands on either side of his face and leans down to lick the line of his jaw, which Mako would have found a little disturbing if he were sober.

Sober…

Something inside Mako snaps and he realizes he'd rather not take Korra's virginity drunk. He tries to push at her shoulders, but Korra takes that as encouragement and grinds her hips into his, moaning in his ear.

Well that didn't go as planned, he thinks as his eyes roll into his head. "Korra," he breathes into her hair, "Korra, wait – "

"You're right," she says suddenly, sitting straight atop his growing erection. Mako bites the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning. "We're both far too clothed." With that, she rips her shirt off and starts working on his jacket, her tongue poking between her teeth. Mako manages to still her hands before she pops any buttons, trying to ignore the tantalizing way her breasts fill the new bra Asami bought her.

"Korra, we can't, not tonight," he chokes out, sitting up. She slides out of his lap and stares at him incredulously.

"You're telling me no?" she asks, running a hand through the hair that has managed to escape from their binds. "I'm finally givin' up the goods and you're saying no?!" She scoffs and swings her legs to hang off the side of the spare bed they'd found. "Tahno was right about you," she hisses over her shoulder. Mako glares and scoots closer to her.

"What did Tahno say?" he asks with an edge Korra would rather not challenge. She shrugs and petulantly looks away. "Look, the point is, I love you, and I don't want to do it like this," he sighs, gesturing between the two of them. "We're drunk. I want you to be one-hundred percent sure about this – "

"I'm the Avatar, Mako – "

"That doesn't mean anything, hun." He pauses and looks thoughtfully at her, raising her chin to look at him. "If I rock your world, I want you to remember it." His voice is heavy with implication and Korra sighs longingly before remembering that he denied her. She crosses her arms over her bare stomach and glares at her feet.

"Whatever."

Mako sighs and rolls over to the other side of the bed, working his jacket and shirt off and worming under the covers. Korra follows suit with her hair and her pants, and both are asleep before they wonder if the other is still awake.

Mako awakes the following morning to the sound of Korra retching out the window, hoping to Agni that she doesn't hit any unfortunate gardeners. She makes him promise not to let her drink ever again, but that doesn't stop her from downing a bottle and a half of lychee wine the following Saturday… or as Bolin likes to call it, Satoday.