...own her soaked underwear, still teasing her.
"Untie me, Mako," she whispers. "I want to touch you."
To her surprise, he does as she asked, letting his scarf fall to the floor. This time, she's the one to smirk as she reaches down and slips her hand into his boxers, firmly gripping him. He emits a strangled groan, the look on his face priceless.
She removes her hand, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.
"Take them off," she says, and he does, simultaneously as she lifts her hips, allowing him to slip her soaked underwear off. The garments are tossed unceremoniously onto the floor, and suddenly Korra's fully aware of the fact that she's naked, completely naked, in front of a guy, who's also naked.
She's never felt this vulnerable before, not even when confronting Amon and his Equalists. Again, Mako sense her insecurity and kisses her gently.
"It's alright," he whispers. "We can stop if you want. I won't hurt you, or do anything you're not comfortable with."
Gratefully, she returns the kiss.
"I don't want to stop," she confesses, blushing. Mako grins, kissing his way down her neck, leaving a small love bite on her collarbone. In retaliation, she grips him once again, eliciting a hiss from him, then strokes up and down a few times, marveling at the feel of him in her hand.