[ Gulping in air like a drowner, Hei wonders hazily if the pulsating lights in his peripheral vision are real or not. He lets his body sag against the fence, relenting his grip on Korra's hair as his breathing settles into a slow in and out. But he recovers fast (instinct; training), piecing the disjointed shellings of his mind back to a smooth whole. There's a vague twinge of guilt at not offering Korra a warning before he shot off. But he can't summon the apology because this was so so worth it. ]
[ Taking her by the shoulders, he draws Korra up, even as she goes through that flustered damage-control routine. Someone in the background is calling her name, but there's no haste in Hei's movements as he leans in. A silent tip of the hat; his mouth covers hers, the mildly astringent taste of himself given back on a lazy kiss. ]
[ After a moment, he detaches on an exhale. There's a wry curl to his mouth. ] Duty calls. [ It's a dismissal, but not. He knows the timings of her shift. He'll swing by once he's sure it's over. He should feel done in, but he isn't. The encounter has left him satisfied, yet wanting more. ]
⊕ Friday!
[ Taking her by the shoulders, he draws Korra up, even as she goes through that flustered damage-control routine. Someone in the background is calling her name, but there's no haste in Hei's movements as he leans in. A silent tip of the hat; his mouth covers hers, the mildly astringent taste of himself given back on a lazy kiss. ]
[ After a moment, he detaches on an exhale. There's a wry curl to his mouth. ] Duty calls. [ It's a dismissal, but not. He knows the timings of her shift. He'll swing by once he's sure it's over. He should feel done in, but he isn't. The encounter has left him satisfied, yet wanting more. ]