[ and then she pushes forward, pulling their bodies together and letting her mouth move over merida's. she can taste the drink on merida, but it doesn't bother her, as wine still sticks to korra's lips and tongue, and behind merida's back korra's hand tenses into a fist. there's pressure against her knuckles as korra presses them into merida's spine, almost desperate to keep them both close. ]
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