[She loves the way he looks right now -- flushed and sweaty and satisfied. She lets go of him and the bubbling water soon rinses her hand clean. As he wraps his arm around her, Korra circles his neck, the better to press herself against him. This is good.
She lets out a little hum of protest when he presses a little too hard on a cut on her lip (when did she get that?). She can feel his marks all over her body -- the lingering sting of scratches and the dull aches of bruises -- but the night has hardly begun. The thought makes her lips twitch with barely-repressed excitement.
She pulls away, keeping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair.]
action;
She lets out a little hum of protest when he presses a little too hard on a cut on her lip (when did she get that?). She can feel his marks all over her body -- the lingering sting of scratches and the dull aches of bruises -- but the night has hardly begun. The thought makes her lips twitch with barely-repressed excitement.
She pulls away, keeping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair.]
Now we can get out of the tub.