[Finally. Korra scoots forward, now mindful of the table's edge, so that his knee is crushed against her labia. A small bit of friction to tide her over while she heats up the kiss. He can be so blind and stupid sometimes, she wants to bang his head against a wall — but he's still an amazing kisser.
Her foot brushes against the bag under her chair, reminding her of the little surprise Asami had pushed her into getting. She's torn — she doesn't want to break the momentum they have going right now, but she also really likes the lingerie she got, and she wants to see how he'll react to it. But should she save it for another time when she's having trouble getting him to get it up?
While her brain's busy fussing, her hands have dragged his down to her breasts, making the decision for her. She can bring out the surprise if he asks about it. In the meantime, she's not going to do anything that will break contact between them.]
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Her foot brushes against the bag under her chair, reminding her of the little surprise Asami had pushed her into getting. She's torn — she doesn't want to break the momentum they have going right now, but she also really likes the lingerie she got, and she wants to see how he'll react to it. But should she save it for another time when she's having trouble getting him to get it up?
While her brain's busy fussing, her hands have dragged his down to her breasts, making the decision for her. She can bring out the surprise if he asks about it. In the meantime, she's not going to do anything that will break contact between them.]