...his head, trying to remove the image of a very wet, very naked Korra rising from the bay below him. How her skin would glisten under the moonlight, each drop of water like a shimmering diamond. How her hair would stick to her skin, and how some of her hair would barely cover her nipples. Her beautifully dark, erect nipples.
This isn't working, he thinks to himself. She just won't leave his mind. Why would he want her to? She was gorgeous, beautiful in every way. Korra's breasts were just the right size, and the blue top she wears just accentuates them perfectly. And the way it clings to her back. Oh spirits, Mako had never imagined a woman's back could be sexy, but her's was. Korra was muscular, but just in the right way, and her shirt showed every bit of it off. Mako imagines Korra with her back turned to him and she is slowly, oh so slowly, taking that very shirt off, revealing every inch of that beautiful skin. From her lower back, up to the middle where her spine is so clearly defined he wants nothing more than to trace a finger up and down it, then finally exposing her shoulder blades and shoulders, her shirt completely removed.
Mako shudders at the thought of just being able to touch the skin on her back. He can no longer control himself, and he lets his inhibitions go. Day dreaming of e...