[She cries out in pain, her body flooded with both fear and arousal. And no small amount of confusion, because fear was usually a mood killer. She's not sure she likes the fact that she's still incredibly turned on, even as the quiet rage in his eyes makes her stomach churn and bile rise in her throat. (He would pick her wounded shoulder to twist back... she doesn't doubt that the choice was deliberate, if not entirely conscious.)
She's contemplating the best way to fight her way out of this when the anger leaves him. Never gone, as Korra has come to understand, but receding like the tide. He kisses her and it may not be an apology, but it's reassurance enough. He is what he is. She rocks her hips, grinding her slit against his erection; it's both forgiveness and a demand for more.]
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She's contemplating the best way to fight her way out of this when the anger leaves him. Never gone, as Korra has come to understand, but receding like the tide. He kisses her and it may not be an apology, but it's reassurance enough. He is what he is. She rocks her hips, grinding her slit against his erection; it's both forgiveness and a demand for more.]