This was wrong.

So wrong.

And yet so right.

Hands touching, exploring, lips pressing, pushing, light sighs falling from eager mouths.

This was wrong.

She told him so.

His warm breath caressed her neck as he leaned in for another kiss on her soft, sensitive skin. "How can this be wrong when it feels... so incredibly right?"

"Him. How could I do this to him?"

He let go of her, took a step away, and she immediately missed his warm touch. He ran his fingers through his dark hair. "I know," he acknowledged in a subdued tone.

"I just..." She wanted to tell him to take her into his arms again. She wanted to press her lips against his and taste him once more. "I can't..."

"Can't what?" He reached down for his recklessly discarded shirt laying on the bed and tugged it over his head.

"I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing." She covered her face with her hands and turned away from him, ashamed. "I'm a terrible person."

She felt a hand on her shoulder. "No. You're not. You're... you're amazing."

She shivered involuntarily. "I should be with him right now."

"But you're with me."

"Yes."

"What does that tell you, Korra?"

She twisted away from his firm grip on her shoulder. "I don't know."

"Korra."

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Stop... saying my name... like that." His voice alone made her weak in the knees, but when he said her name like that...

"Korra."

"Please."

He inched closer to her from behind and planted a less than chaste kiss on the back of her neck. "I can't stop. You know I can't."

She inhaled sharply as a wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. She wanted him, desperately. But when she was with him... she didn't think rationally. "I need to go," she said rather unconvincingly.

"You just got here."

"And I shouldn't have come!"

"But you did."

She whirled to face him. "Stop trying to analyze me! Stop... stop..." Her voice trailed away as she stared up into his eyes. He took advantage of her momentary weakness and pulled her to him, capturing her mouth with a knee-weakening, soul-searching kiss.

"Stay with me," he whispered against her lips.

"I made a promise to him."

"You don't love him."

She yanked herself away from him. "Now wait a minute - don't you dare tell me how I feel."

"If you love him, then why are you here?"

She had no good answer for that. Her fiance was a wonderful man, a man any woman would be more than eager to marry. He was handsome and successful, and he worshiped the ground she walked on. She couldn't ask for a better husband. And yet...

"It doesn't matter," she shot back hotly. "You're too late. You're just... I can't..." He silenced her with another kiss, taking her lower lip between his teeth and nibbling gently. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, sealing her body against his. His tongue swept into her mouth, and she melted into his arms once more.

This was so wrong.

But it felt so right.

Does it look familiar, my loves? Course it does! I told ya I'd be back at it again, with Korra this time.

Muahaha. You know I love ya.

XOXO,
Penny