[Unlike the younger self that Korra met this time last year, Merida doesn't shy away from the kiss, nor from not taking the blame if they're found out. Her skin tingles where Korra's lips brush, letting her eyes close as she feels her mouth. It's different, she immediately decides, tasting wine as her hands draw up to take hold of her shoulders, pressing back and nipping at Korra's bottom lip, tongue following up after it as she indulges herself.]
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