[ That, at least, is true. She tugs him, and he scooches closer, sunlight filtering through the dark of his hair, striking the edges in gold. His gaze dips, the thick stubby lashes making spidery shadows on his face. Then he glances up at her and the hesitation is gone, although there's a splotch of color on the rise of his cheeks. ]
[ After a beat, he leans in -- for once not down, not far -- and kisses her. He was looking for differences but all he finds are similarities. Korra's lips feel a little wider, but still full, still soft. The same taste, the same tactile ticklish-hot sensation as he coaxes her lips apart, darts his tongue between them. A nervous, stuttering energy hums through his body. He shakes it off, placing one palm flat against the hard slope of her chest -- he misses her breasts, but that's not what it's about right now -- and curls the other across the back of her skull, fingers in the warm soft hair. ]
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[ That, at least, is true. She tugs him, and he scooches closer, sunlight filtering through the dark of his hair, striking the edges in gold. His gaze dips, the thick stubby lashes making spidery shadows on his face. Then he glances up at her and the hesitation is gone, although there's a splotch of color on the rise of his cheeks. ]
[ After a beat, he leans in -- for once not down, not far -- and kisses her. He was looking for differences but all he finds are similarities. Korra's lips feel a little wider, but still full, still soft. The same taste, the same tactile ticklish-hot sensation as he coaxes her lips apart, darts his tongue between them. A nervous, stuttering energy hums through his body. He shakes it off, placing one palm flat against the hard slope of her chest -- he misses her breasts, but that's not what it's about right now -- and curls the other across the back of her skull, fingers in the warm soft hair. ]