I settle down to write a little Borra fluff because everything I’m working on for the pairing is super crazy big and heavy and I don’t exactly always know where I’m going with it, and this is apparently what happened. I don’t know what I think of it, but I’m posting it here before I can change my mind.
The first time, he was simultaneously thrilled and terrified, and the way he clung to Korra was entirely unmanly, but that never mattered with her. She would see through any of his attempts to be smooth, and they both liked it better when they were open and honest, when they both acted like people instead of some roles they were supposed to be fulfilling. No other girl had ever made him feel like that was okay, and he felt like maybe that was what he had always been missing. Regardless of anything else, Korra was quickly becoming his best friend, and that was a breath of fresh air.
It astonished him how quickly he was able to fall into a rhythm with her, though the use of rare muscles gave him the feeling that he would be a bit sore in the morning. It was like nothing he’d ever done before, and it was incredibly freeing as he began to get into it.
“Faster,” he whispered, high on adrenaline, and Korra obliged happily. Bolin knew that he was smiling like a dope, but Korra was laughing herself, a little adrenaline-drunk herself and also frequently checking over her shoulder to share in the experience with him. A first time could only happen but once, and hers was so far gone she could barely remember it, so she took careful note of the experience through his eyes, remembering as he lived it for the first time.
She turned back around to check, momentarily, and a cabbage cart was fast approaching. She whipped the reigns to make a sharp turn, and Bolin squeeze tighter with a tiny squeak as she did so.
Riding through the city wasn’t the brightest idea, sure, but she was getting the hang of it, and it was worth it to give Bolin the experience.
“You hanging on back there?”
“Korra, this is fantastic!”
“Yeah, Naga’s the best transport you could ask for.”
Bolin’s arms tightened a little, subconsciously, and she got the feeling that that wasn’t entirely what he meant. “It beats walking, that’s for sure.”