So you say ... [ Ah. At the pressure of her foot, he sucks in a breath. His hand reaches down to grasp her ankle, but as soon as he catches it, his grip turns into a caress. The crook of his mouth is more amused and knowing than weighed by any real sense of annoyance. It's too easy to lean back against the tub, to melt into her touch with a hum. Through half-shuttered eyes, he takes her in: the long lines and soft curves, her wet hair dripping and skin flushed from the hot water. In the glow of the overhead lamps, her eyes are so blue; he notices their color over and over. Startling. Like the sea in those commercials for Caribbean cruises. ]
[ It'd be tempting to loll here awhile, absorbing the friction of her touch and the sensation of wet skin of his, the water frothing around them in a languorous, insinuating susurrus. Instead he catches her by both ankles and yanks her close, lifting her to straddle him, his erection caught between their bellies. Because: Korra, from a distance, all nut-brown and delicious: good. Korra up close, kissing him: better. And with the tactile component. ]
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[ It'd be tempting to loll here awhile, absorbing the friction of her touch and the sensation of wet skin of his, the water frothing around them in a languorous, insinuating susurrus. Instead he catches her by both ankles and yanks her close, lifting her to straddle him, his erection caught between their bellies. Because: Korra, from a distance, all nut-brown and delicious: good. Korra up close, kissing him: better. And with the tactile component. ]