[ It's fine, she says. Except she sounds as baffled -- as giddily unsure -- as he feels. It makes it all better and worse, all at the same time. ]
[ Circling his arms tighter around her, he melts into her kiss with soft, mouthing sips. Almost a tactile sigh, passed from tongue to tongue. This isn't going to lead anywhere, he knows that. It won't erase his foolish cravings for a reconciliation -- cravings that have deepened into a restless itch so far inside that he can't hope to reach it; he refuses to believe that this ill-timed indulgence will ease it. At best, it's just a stopgap. At worst -- it will leave him with no completion afterwards, just a gnawing emptiness, a reminder of everything he'd foolishly destroyed. ]
[ He tries not to think about it. Eyes squeezed shut, he feeds on her mouth. His kisses grow messy, mistimed: he breathes in jittery drags of air, his whole body tensile, pulse fluttering. Buoyed by the water, Korra's hot body almost floats in his lap, mass without weight; easy to manipulate. His erection jerks urgently between them, thickening even more to an awful red fullness. He's so shamefully close, edged closer each moment by the wet skid of Korra's skin, her kisses and sweetly-blooming aroma. ]
[ He wishes he could say something. Maybe slow down, withdraw. Except he can only tighten his embrace, and whisper against her parted lips -- shaky but wry. ]
I think ... You've got me too nervous to do this right.
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[ Circling his arms tighter around her, he melts into her kiss with soft, mouthing sips. Almost a tactile sigh, passed from tongue to tongue. This isn't going to lead anywhere, he knows that. It won't erase his foolish cravings for a reconciliation -- cravings that have deepened into a restless itch so far inside that he can't hope to reach it; he refuses to believe that this ill-timed indulgence will ease it. At best, it's just a stopgap. At worst -- it will leave him with no completion afterwards, just a gnawing emptiness, a reminder of everything he'd foolishly destroyed. ]
[ He tries not to think about it. Eyes squeezed shut, he feeds on her mouth. His kisses grow messy, mistimed: he breathes in jittery drags of air, his whole body tensile, pulse fluttering. Buoyed by the water, Korra's hot body almost floats in his lap, mass without weight; easy to manipulate. His erection jerks urgently between them, thickening even more to an awful red fullness. He's so shamefully close, edged closer each moment by the wet skid of Korra's skin, her kisses and sweetly-blooming aroma. ]
[ He wishes he could say something. Maybe slow down, withdraw. Except he can only tighten his embrace, and whisper against her parted lips -- shaky but wry. ]
I think ... You've got me too nervous to do this right.