He feels his body arch toward hers when her teeth grab at his bottom lip, familiar heat pooling in his belly, rolling and wanting more, though he thinks he's satisfied with what he's been given. He doesn't like to think of it as a stolen kiss, especially because it's clear that Korra let him have it. She could have pushed him away. He'd have given no resistance and taken no insult.

He breathes when they pull away, wishing a little that he could have managed to be cooler about it. Maybe said something, or done anything but keep staring at her pretty face framed by dark hair with a stupid expression and the light fuzzy in his eyes. He wonders if he should admit he's never actually kissed a girl until now. That she's his very first and he likes it that way, kind of.

She might laugh about it. Then again, he thinks that's where she and Sakura might truly differ, the thing that made him kiss her instead.

Korra's never told him he had to try to be anyone but himself. With words or otherwise. And she isn't doing it now.

"I liked that," he tells her. "I'll remember it. You're good at it."