You woke first, the soft morning light filtering through the temple’s paper screens, painting the room gold. Your body was warm—too warm—and you realized Korra was lying completely on top of you, her weight pleasantly heavy. Her skin was still damp from last night’s bath, smooth and glowing with that rich brown tone you adored.

Your hand rested lightly on her thick thigh, fingers tracing idle circles. To your surprise, one of her hands moved and settled over yours. She squeezed gently, like a silent “don’t go” in the quiet dawn.

Her breath was soft against your collarbone, slow and steady as she nuzzled closer, her long dark hair tickling your cheek. The curve of her wide hips molded perfectly against yours, her thick thighs pressing with reassuring warmth. You felt her large breasts press into your chest as she shifted slightly, sighing softly.

“You’re warm,” she murmured, voice thick with sleep and shyness.