Ok, here it is. Please don’t publish it. I might polish it later but you inspired it all :D
The first time it happened had been in the throne room. The memory of how she walked up those stairs and looked straight into his eyes as she took her place, spreading her legs over his were still fresh.
Those tender hands pulling him closer for a kiss.
“We shouldn’t” His voice was low yet he didn’t pull away.
“"You can stop me if you want.” But he didn’t.
Why didn’t the spirits strike him there? There was no sin in wanting a woman, but her of all people.
It was he who should’ve told her it was wrong on so many levels but after being in denial for days, this kiss made him come to terms with what he felt.
Why else would he interrupt those precious moments between her and the firebender?
He had convinced himself that the boy was only getting in the way of her training but how else would he explain the rage that came everytime they kissed.
Mako may have her lips, but Korra’s eyes were focused on him.
How foolish he’d felt every time he was on the verge of accepting those feelings.
It was getting harder to be in her presence and try to see her only as his niece.
Day after day, he allowed those innocent kisses between them.
Spirits! Who was he trying to fool? There was nothing innocent about the thoughts that came everytime he touched her.
Unalaq didn’t dare lay a finger on her bare skin. It was always Korra guiding his hands above the fabric.
To touch her skin would be a crime. It would break the boundary he’d placed between them.
But wasn’t he condemned by allowing this to grow?
Every day, the lies grew
- Just one kiss
- it’s fine. Don’t touch her skin.
- As long as nothing happened beneath the waist
Silly old man. One way or another you’ll have to pay for this. Be it in this lifetime or the next, you’ll be judge. And you’ll lose.
It never lead to anything more intimate, at least not in the throne room where they could be caught.
Did any of this matter now? Better put all thoughts aside. What’s done is done.
“I want you to do it” Korra sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to make the first move. How had a simple reunion lead up to this? She had come to warn him of Varrick’s intentions and seek his guidance but his hands were tied with that matter. “You will have to remain neutral but I have no doubt you will succeed." There it was again, that look in her eyes as he said those words. Was trust the reason why this all began?
She wasn’t going to help him out like last time, that was clear from the beginning. The room was dark and silent with only a candle set at the side of the bed to give light and warmth. When he removed the last of her clothe korra lay on the matress, stretching her body so he could have a full view of her body. The candle did a perfect job of highlighting her curves.
Unalaq was already growing hard and he hand’t even touched her.
Again that inner voice begged him to stop all this right now.
How would he react if the tables were turned and it was Tonraq looking at his beloved Eska the way he was looking at Korra.
I’d kill him.
Korra could see the inner struggle in his eyes. It was always there every time they kissed. "please don’t think of me as your niece” His head rose to meet Korra’s. “truth is, you never were much of an uncle to me"
Her voice was soft as she said all this.
That’s why Korra had asked to him
to make the first move this time. She wanted him to be sure of this.
"Dad never allowed it” She continued. “ When I look at you, I don’t think of you as family, Unalaq. I see a man who has faith in me. You trust me and I love you for it."
His hands shook as he reached out to touch Korra and she closed her eyes as the tip of his fingers glided across her abdomen. He took his time exploring that area, his lips planting kisses on those spots that made her sigh.
"You know what else there is” her voice was eager.
Unalaq’s hands snaked their way up her body. There was no going back.
All this felt new to him. Truth was, he’d only been with one woman and it’s been years since he’d made love.
He planted a kiss between her breasts before taking one in his mouth. A moan left her lips as the his tongue met the chocolate tip.
He lingered there for a while, weighing and squeezing them. When was the last time he touched something so soft and delicate?
“I’m sorry” he apologized. “It’s been a while"
"I know.’” she stroked his hair. “take your time"
A finger slid down her thighs entering her slowly and making her rise from the bed as he continued to stretch her.
This was real. She was wet for him, for his words, for his touch.
"Sometimes, when I was with Mako, I pictured your face” she confessed. "I would imagine it was your hands, your body against mine…“
Maybe it would’ve been better to leave everything to the imagination.
Yes, let her fantasize about me whenever she’s with Mako.
But it was too late for that. Fantasy had become reality.
He promised to be gentle so as not to hurt her, but this was not Korra’s first time.
That a man his age should be so skilled for a woman her age brought some sort of pride.
"Unalaq..” She gasped as her hands clawed his back.
Everything that went on in that room, the sounds of flesh against flesh. Words that could only be whispered in the bed drove both over the edge.
He fell on top her once it was over, her body was still shaking as she tried to recover from the orgasm.
And reality came like a slap in the face.
Unalaq hid his face at the base of her neck like a child seeking comfort. “This can never happen again” How could he face Tonraq after this? No matter how much he hated his brother, this was far worse than banishment.
The lay there for a while. Korra stroked his hair while he planted soft kisses on her neck.
“Unalaq" she finally spoke. "I didn’t… " she took a deep breath. "Did I force you into this?"
That it was her asking the question made his heart sink.
"I did..didn’t I?” Her voice cracked after minutes of silence.
“I am responsible for my own actions, Korra." His hands were on his face. "better get dressed"
"if circumstances had been different..?” She began
“But they’re not Korra” He turned to look at her. “They are not. Do you think people will accept us? That your father will welcome me with open arms. I have my children to think of"
And I not only betrayed my brother, but you as well.
What will he ever do with himself if she found out the truth.
"i just need to hear it.."
Unalaq turned to look at her. "Can I ask for a favor?”
Oh no! Was he going to quit on her?
“yes, anything” She managed to say.
“Do whatever you want with the firebender. Just not in front of me."
She nodded. "So you’ll still teach me?"
“Then can I ask for a favor too?"
"yes” He would give her whatever she wanted.
“Tell your men to tone it down a bit. I don’t want you to get hurt and I don’t trust Varrick. Can you do that?”
He stood up and nodded. “The answer is yes.” He turned to have a final look at Korra and remember her as she was right now.
Yes, I would give up everything to be with you.
He needn’t say the words. She understood.
"“In three days you’ll see one of my healers. Just in case..”“ And with that said, he shut the door, leaving her and his heart behind.
WHOOOPS! MY HAND SLIPPED!