[It is ridiculous. The lingerie, the Don’t take too long, like those romance movers they'd sometimes catch on the television back in the City, and not at all like the sex they usually have. Korra feels like she's playacting.
That feeling doesn't diminish as she slips into the bathroom and extracts herself from her clothes. She almost never has the chance to take off her own clothes for sex; even after almost a decade of fucking, his first priority is to get her naked. She carefully slides on the lacy garment Asami talked her into getting — half because she needs to be mindful of her new size, and half because she's afraid of prematurely destroying the delicate fabric. It's almost a shame... she knows the outfit isn't going to survive the night, but she likes it. The fabric is just itchy enough to feel good against her sensitive nipples, and the pattern of the lace reminds her of frost on a window. It's a nice contrast against her dark skin.
Her eyes linger only a moment on her basically-naked reflection. A part of her wants to stick around and examine it; there's something fascinating about the new curves, and she hasn't really taken much time to get to know them. But Hei is waiting, and the mirror will still be there after she's fucked him to her satisfaction.]
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Date: 2015-03-04 11:47 pm (UTC)That feeling doesn't diminish as she slips into the bathroom and extracts herself from her clothes. She almost never has the chance to take off her own clothes for sex; even after almost a decade of fucking, his first priority is to get her naked. She carefully slides on the lacy garment Asami talked her into getting — half because she needs to be mindful of her new size, and half because she's afraid of prematurely destroying the delicate fabric. It's almost a shame... she knows the outfit isn't going to survive the night, but she likes it. The fabric is just itchy enough to feel good against her sensitive nipples, and the pattern of the lace reminds her of frost on a window. It's a nice contrast against her dark skin.
Her eyes linger only a moment on her basically-naked reflection. A part of her wants to stick around and examine it; there's something fascinating about the new curves, and she hasn't really taken much time to get to know them. But Hei is waiting, and the mirror will still be there after she's fucked him to her satisfaction.]