It happened in the middle of the night.

You woke to something heavy on your chest. Something warm. Soft. Breathing slowly.

You blinked, vision adjusting in the dim light… and there she was.

Korra.

Fast asleep on top of you.

Face snuggled into your neck, one thick thigh draped over your waist, and the entirety of her generous body curled around yours like a cuddly storm spirit.

And yes—your hand was resting between her bare hips.

Again.

You sighed and whispered, “Korra… we talked about this.”

She mumbled against your throat. “I was sleep-bending.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“I tripped.”

“Onto my bed?”

“Your scent is calming!!” she hissed softly, suddenly awake, cheeks glowing red.

Now fully conscious, she clung tighter, arms around your torso and pulling herself up until her thick, bare thighs completely trapped you beneath her. Her breasts flattened across your chest, soft and heavy, and her hair tickled your jaw.

“You want me to move?” she asked, shy and flustered, but clearly already knowing the answer.

“…I mean, I should say yes…”

“But?”

“…but this is actually the best moment of my life.”

She giggled—relieved, flushed, and sweet—and kissed your cheek gently. Then buried her face again in your neck and whispered, “Good. Because I don’t want to sleep anywhere but with you now.”