[Bastard. Korra struggles to catch her breath, and just the friction of the futon against her skin is nearly enough to send her into convulsions. But eventually she manages to reach over and rummage in the drawer until she finds the container of lube.
She slams it onto his chest with more force than intended.]
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She slams it onto his chest with more force than intended.]
I think you know what to do.