[A little grunt escapes her when he shoves her down, but it's almost lost in a pleased hum. She reaches back with one hand to pull out her ponytail, tossing the tie onto the floor before grabbing hold of him again. She grinds against him, savoring his weight on her and the coarse rub of fabric on her skin, and digs her nails hard into the soft flesh of his nape. They've been playing fairly gentle for awhile now, but tonight Korra's aching for something that hurts.]
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