[With her free hand, Korra strokes the hair on the back of his head as he comes. She loves the way he looks when he falls apart — the subtle way he breaks, the way his expression goes soft. She nuzzles his hair and laughs softly when he says You keep getting lovelier.]
Flatterer.
[A twinge in her ribs distracts her from gently guiding his hand between her legs; instead, she reaches around to do some final healing. When she's done, she nibbles his ear.]
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Flatterer.
[A twinge in her ribs distracts her from gently guiding his hand between her legs; instead, she reaches around to do some final healing. When she's done, she nibbles his ear.]
I could use a good scrub.