It happened after training.
The sun was setting, casting warm orange light through the Air Temple corridors. You were just finishing up drying off from your spar with Korra—your back still tingled from the time she "accidentally" slammed you with a full-body tackle and landed on top of you, thighs first. You’d barely survived.
Now, wrapped in your own towel, you were heading down the hall toward your room.
Then—
“Baaaabe~!”
You turned.
And there she was.
Korra stood barefoot in the hall, dripping from a bath, her rich brown skin slick with a radiant shine. Her toned figure was glistening—head to toe, smooth, oiled, and gorgeous. Her white towel barely clung to her curvy body, struggling to contain her massive, wet breasts and plush hips. Drops ran down her thighs, following the soft line of her muscles.
She walked—no, sauntered—toward you with that cute smirk, eyes shining.
“I got squeaky clean just for my Firebabe~! And then I oiled up… because I knew you'd wanna touch me.”
You opened your mouth—nothing came out.
She wrapped her arms around you, her oily, slippery, soft-yet-muscular body pressing flush against yours. She melted into the hug instantly, sighing dreamily like she just slipped into bed.
“Mmmm… yep. This is what I wanted.” “Korra, you're—wet.” “I’m hydrated, baby. It’s called self-care.”
Your hands instinctively rested on her hips—then slid lower, across her juicy rear. That oil made it impossible not to touch everything.
She nuzzled into your neck, her thick thighs pressing your legs together like she was trying to fuse with you.
“Hold me tighter, cutie. I’ve been away from your arms for like... an hour. I missed you so bad.”
Then:
“KORRA.”
Tenzin’s voice cut through the hallway like an air slash.
You froze.
Korra didn't even blink. Still clinging. Still nuzzling.
“Tenzin, relax! I'm not breaking the rules, I’m just breaking into my man’s hug time.”
“You’re covered in oil!”
“Yup!” she grinned, still clinging. “Because I wanna be soft and warm when I snuggle my Firebabe! He likes it. Look at him. He’s glowing.”
“You are the Avatar. This is a sacred place of meditation, not—”
“—not a place where I get to cling to the love of my life?!” she whined dramatically, tightening her hug and lifting one leg around your hip.
“All I wanna do is hug him, cuddle him, kiss him, sweat on him, cling to him for like... ever. Is that so spiritually offensive?!”
There was a silence. You were ninety percent sure Tenzin’s spirit had just left his body.
Then—footsteps. Fast ones.
He was gone.
“Pfft,” Korra giggled. “He’s just jealous 'cause no one clings to him.”
She looked up at you with that shy, hopeful gleam in her eyes.
“Can I stay with you tonight, Firebabe? I want cuddles. No space. Just me, you…cuddling. What do you say, cuddles with your avatar girlfriend??”
You never stood a chance.