She glances up to meet his eyes before stepping closer, much closer, once again. Korra's head tips to rest in the crook of Link's neck, and she catches a whiff of his scent mixed with a touch of sweat from their training. She smiles to herself, and her hands continue to explore, savoring in touching the lean, strong muscles of his back and shoulders. She presses her lips against his neck, faintly tasting salt as she groans quietly from Link's own hands on her.

Korra's hands come to rest on his hips, and she urges him down toward the grass. Standing here forever won't do them too much good, will it?