[ It's not something that can be helped, not for a mind that functions on the blueprint of stock-taking and clarity. Everything is stored in little padlocked boxes, intact and valuable, to be examined at another time. But certain scents, sights, sensations have a way of springing those locks open, triggering a vibrant Rolodex of memory, so he's there yet not. Except he knows it's unfair; this isn't Amber but Korra, and this is now, and it will never be exactly like this again. ]
[ He scrapes his teeth along the puckered surface of each nipple, pulling her breast away from her body, matched by his grunts as she tugs his hair. Eventually, one hand shifts from her breasts, mapping a curving path along her side to splay across her lower-back -- a warm anchor. The other hand drops between their bodies. His fingers tease the damp hair between her thighs before his thumb rubs against her clit, slow circles and tantalizing pressure. ]
[ Just as she can't track the highways his mind is on, he can't chase after hers. But right now, in this moment, he can make sure there's one thing between them that stays entirely mutual, equal. ]
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[ He scrapes his teeth along the puckered surface of each nipple, pulling her breast away from her body, matched by his grunts as she tugs his hair. Eventually, one hand shifts from her breasts, mapping a curving path along her side to splay across her lower-back -- a warm anchor. The other hand drops between their bodies. His fingers tease the damp hair between her thighs before his thumb rubs against her clit, slow circles and tantalizing pressure. ]
[ Just as she can't track the highways his mind is on, he can't chase after hers. But right now, in this moment, he can make sure there's one thing between them that stays entirely mutual, equal. ]