An excerpt from the borra fic I can’t seem to finish
Dammit, it wasn’t fair, her looking so ridiculously beautiful, laughing at his joke. Would he forever remember how musical her laugh, how fetching the blush in her cheeks was the day she ripped out his heart? For the second time?
And some stupid, moronic, idiotic, lovesick part of him went completely against everything he’d been telling himself for the last half hour and kissed her.
Ah, but this time she was with him, responding with, dare he say it? Gusto. She pushed back, lips sliding across his mouth, jaw shifting to kiss him even harder as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands were around her trim waist, just above the flare of her hips, drawing her even closer, till he could feel the sweet, sweet press of her breasts into the plane of his chest.
When they did finally part, he noted with glee that she was panting almost as hard as he was, with an almost identical lopsided grin. Bolin decided to hold that fleeting joy for just a moment longer and kissed her again, finding it within him to somehow kiss her even more thoroughly. This time, he broke the kiss but not the embrace, burying his face in her shoulder while rocking her back and forth.
“I wish I could say I was sorry for that,” he joked against her skin. “Hey, maybe that makes everybody even on the kiss charts. So, no unfair advantages, right?”
Korra squeezed him tighter. “Something like that.”