[She moans softly a his touch. Her touch? The lover in her dreams is a woman -- a woman of hard edges and sharp lines, but those edges fit perfectly against Kyoshi's. Hers. She waivers between a feeling that she is Kyoshi and that she is simply watching Kyoshi with the woman she loves.
In the waking world, Korra's hands twitch, wanting to grip his waist but still too heavy with sleep to move.]
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In the waking world, Korra's hands twitch, wanting to grip his waist but still too heavy with sleep to move.]