[Korra squirms delightedly and settles her hands on his waist as he starts warming her up. She can feel sleep's lassitude fading, replaced with a tingling ache, but she does nothing more than dig her nails into his skin. She's not as competitive as she used to be, or as determined to show she could control her own life. She's learned how to just enjoy him working her over, knowing she'll get her turn later. Give and take — an ocean instead of a fight.]
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