[ He has to get out of the house, everything is reminding him of Korra. Stuffing a few clothes and bundles of food into a bag, he slings it over a shoulder and is 90% on the way to forgetting about wanting to kiss her, when there she is, oh spirits, right by the door. Unnaturally, he forgets common sense, friendships and promises, strides forward ... ]
Korra!
[ And grabs her face in his hands to deliver a firm, devoted kiss infused with feeling, begging for entry when he licks the seam of full lips and repeats her name, this time under a whisper. ]
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Korra!
[ And grabs her face in his hands to deliver a firm, devoted kiss infused with feeling, begging for entry when he licks the seam of full lips and repeats her name, this time under a whisper. ]