[Korra pushes against him, trying to loosen his grip, whining in frustration as she fails. It's not that she doesn't want to savor it; she's just so used to their encounters being hard and fast, a dizzying rush to the finish line rather than this leisurely stroll. If her thoughts weren't drowned out by pleasure, she'd be confused. Why the gifts? Why the hotel instead of his apartment? Why the hours of foreplay and now this languid connection?
She may not have the awareness to put these questions into words, but they come through her touch, in the way she finds and bites at the throb of his pulse, the way her nails claw across his chest.]
action;
She may not have the awareness to put these questions into words, but they come through her touch, in the way she finds and bites at the throb of his pulse, the way her nails claw across his chest.]