[She's never really liked having her pants around her ankles, like they're cuffs, hobbling her. Her legs still wrapped around him, Korra kicks and pushes them the rest of the way off. It's an awkward endeavor, especially with the bulk of her attention focused on his tongue. She grabs onto his hair and holds on for dear life.]
You are the worst tease. [The sarcasm is ruined by an aching whimper.]
Sunday! \^^/
You are the worst tease. [The sarcasm is ruined by an aching whimper.]