[ The sun falls across Korra's face at a perfect angle, its light the color of red coals. His lips play with hers, wet and fluttering; he just lies there, blinks between each heartbeat, his breathing matching up with hers. (He shouldn't enjoy this so much. Should know better to. But moments like this remind him, incongruously, of Amber, of the sweetness that could be snatched for a few tenuous moments in an otherwise bleak world. There's no bitterness in the memory, just something that edges close to happiness but doesn't quite reach it because you cannot celebrate happiness if you cannot hold onto it.) ]
[ (But this? It's close. It's enough.) ]
[ Inside her, he turns the toy gently, allowing the sleekness of its design to go to work, deep wavelike surges, again and again. Sawing it slowly back and forth, until it's hilted securely inside her, feeding secondary vibrations to the small metal balls. He keeps it slow, apparently more interested in watching her, kissing her, caressing her hair and face and breasts, stroking her clit and staying receptive to any signs of discomfort. ]
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[ (But this? It's close. It's enough.) ]
[ Inside her, he turns the toy gently, allowing the sleekness of its design to go to work, deep wavelike surges, again and again. Sawing it slowly back and forth, until it's hilted securely inside her, feeding secondary vibrations to the small metal balls. He keeps it slow, apparently more interested in watching her, kissing her, caressing her hair and face and breasts, stroking her clit and staying receptive to any signs of discomfort. ]