[ It's said with a half-smile, his eyes on Korra, watching the dim torchlight make her smooth, pointed shoulderblades glow. When she tries to trap his hand between her thighs, he draws it away easily. His fingertips are light against her shins, both legs. They slide up, feathery soft, following her knees and up the outside of her thighs. He knows she wants pressure against her clit again. Or something inside her. But he's not planning to make this easy. He skims his fingertips along her hips, up her sides, then sweeps up to barely brush the swells of her breasts. ]
[ Leaning in close, he breathes, a susurrus of cool-hot air, on one tight nipple. Does the same with the other. His left hand drops to her ribs, fingers slotted between the juts of bone, while his right hand hovers above her breast, lowering until his palm makes the barest contact with her nipple. The touch is so soft that it's easy to mistake for breath -- until he rocks it, slowly back and forth, touching just the tip of her nipple. ]
[ As he teases her, he murmurs, ] I could tell you how beautiful you look, just in your underwear. And how hard it's getting me. [ He dips his head, and licks her lips with his tongue, not bothering to hide something wry and darkly amused in his voice. ] Just logical, really.
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[ It's said with a half-smile, his eyes on Korra, watching the dim torchlight make her smooth, pointed shoulderblades glow. When she tries to trap his hand between her thighs, he draws it away easily. His fingertips are light against her shins, both legs. They slide up, feathery soft, following her knees and up the outside of her thighs. He knows she wants pressure against her clit again. Or something inside her. But he's not planning to make this easy. He skims his fingertips along her hips, up her sides, then sweeps up to barely brush the swells of her breasts. ]
[ Leaning in close, he breathes, a susurrus of cool-hot air, on one tight nipple. Does the same with the other. His left hand drops to her ribs, fingers slotted between the juts of bone, while his right hand hovers above her breast, lowering until his palm makes the barest contact with her nipple. The touch is so soft that it's easy to mistake for breath -- until he rocks it, slowly back and forth, touching just the tip of her nipple. ]
[ As he teases her, he murmurs, ] I could tell you how beautiful you look, just in your underwear. And how hard it's getting me. [ He dips his head, and licks her lips with his tongue, not bothering to hide something wry and darkly amused in his voice. ] Just logical, really.