Korra, sweaty and tired, but with that unstoppable glow of relief in her eyes, was already pulling off her boots.

“Long mission,” she said between quick breaths. Her chest heaved beneath the tight uniform jacket, which she yanked off next.

Before you could blink, the pants followed.

She tossed them aside and dropped down into your arms, fully bare, skin glistening, muscles flexing with the strain and release of battle and travel.

Her thick, perfect thighs wrapped around your hips, and her huge breasts pressed against your chest.

She buried her face in your neck, whispering, ”I missed you. So much. Don’t leave me again.”