[ There it is again. That weirdly shy restraint, even as she's as strong and sweetly insistent as she's always been. What, he wonders, had caused it? The long gap in time -- or the people she'd taken to bed after him? It is too easy to imagine that the guys, though he'd never seen them, were needle-dicked no-hopers. But Korra's responses to his every move aren't those of a woman unused to being satisfied. She is the opposite of passive -- even as her confidence seems less fulsome that he remembers. How many other lovers had she had? Were they good to her? She'd paired off with him so young. He was her barometer for a lot of things, from kisses to fucking to afterglow -- or lack thereof. He wants to know if it was freeing, touching someone else, a revelation of different aspects in her consciousness, her body. ]
[ There is no way to ask. ]
[ He draws back, tongue tracing the rounds of her nipples, spit-shiny and darkly pebbled from his mouth. ]
Don't hold back with me.
[ A coaxing half-whisper, his gaze catching and digging into Korra's as if trying to sift through those soft layers of shyness, to find that wicked, wild girl he remembers. Maybe she's not there anymore? Things change, bodies change, patterns and preferences kaleidoscope with different lovers. ]
[ Gently, he pinches her nipples, chafes them across the rough pads of his thumb. Experimental, but also playful, rubbing his bristly cheek against the springy points. ]
I wonder if I could make you come just by playing with these.
[ It's idle, half-serious, but a skein of dark curiosity lurks beneath. Not just at what her body can do, how it's changed and how it hasn't -- but if she's more aware of the heights she can scale to now, with the right partners. ]
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Date: 2014-12-10 01:48 am (UTC)[ There is no way to ask. ]
[ He draws back, tongue tracing the rounds of her nipples, spit-shiny and darkly pebbled from his mouth. ]
Don't hold back with me.
[ A coaxing half-whisper, his gaze catching and digging into Korra's as if trying to sift through those soft layers of shyness, to find that wicked, wild girl he remembers. Maybe she's not there anymore? Things change, bodies change, patterns and preferences kaleidoscope with different lovers. ]
[ Gently, he pinches her nipples, chafes them across the rough pads of his thumb. Experimental, but also playful, rubbing his bristly cheek against the springy points. ]
I wonder if I could make you come just by playing with these.
[ It's idle, half-serious, but a skein of dark curiosity lurks beneath. Not just at what her body can do, how it's changed and how it hasn't -- but if she's more aware of the heights she can scale to now, with the right partners. ]