[He doesn't have to tell her; she can see the change in him. It's there in the casual, intimate little touches that he used to flinch away from; it's in how he stays close after the sex is done. She's no longer a toy for his pleasure, or an outlet for his stress (nor is he for hers). She used to feel like they were playing a game except he wouldn't tell her the rules until after she broke them. She used to be afraid of him, even as she found herself devastatingly attracted to him.
She moans and rolls her hips encouragingly. Through heated kisses she asks —] How thick are the walls here? [One story about a skillet-wielding innkeeper and her son busting into the room mid-coitus is plenty. Korra doesn't really want to be the reason parents have to give their kids "the talk," or offer up masturbatory fuel. They'd ended up cutting their stay in that town short because the kid had to keep a piece of furniture between them at all times to try & hide his constant boner.]
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She moans and rolls her hips encouragingly. Through heated kisses she asks —] How thick are the walls here? [One story about a skillet-wielding innkeeper and her son busting into the room mid-coitus is plenty. Korra doesn't really want to be the reason parents have to give their kids "the talk," or offer up masturbatory fuel. They'd ended up cutting their stay in that town short because the kid had to keep a piece of furniture between them at all times to try & hide his constant boner.]