[Korra hums with satisfaction when she feels him shiver against her. The last piece of the puzzle has fallen into place and she can now step back (metaphorically) and admire te picture. The way he's curled against against her, hands tangled together between his legs. The thin sheen of sweat on his breasts. The way their damp hair tangles together on the pillow. The different-yet-familiar smell of them. Unconsciously she matches the rhythm of her breath to his.]
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