[Korra falls back against the couch, panting and boneless and content. Her mind is shrouded in a happy fog; at first she doesn't even register the angry pounding, only the vibration of his laugh against her leg.
But eventually, she does.
She yelps and sits up abruptly, convinced there's someone at the door. Oh no oh no oh no... The panic recedes when she finally realizes it's the neighbors, to be replaced by embarrassment. She clasps her hands against her mouth and groans. How many people heard her?
She resists slightly when he draws her hands away and kisses her. But the warmth of his lips, with their strange tart taste, works to distract her from self-consciousness.]
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But eventually, she does.
She yelps and sits up abruptly, convinced there's someone at the door. Oh no oh no oh no... The panic recedes when she finally realizes it's the neighbors, to be replaced by embarrassment. She clasps her hands against her mouth and groans. How many people heard her?
She resists slightly when he draws her hands away and kisses her. But the warmth of his lips, with their strange tart taste, works to distract her from self-consciousness.]