[ The sounds she makes are the kind that'd set a younger guy to frenzy -- but they're more sparkage than a blinding shockwave in Hei's case -- burning hot and sharp through him, leaving embers and smoke in their wake, the imprint settling deep into his bones. He grunts as she shoves him back, stripping her top off to send it sailing somewhere in the dark. He doesn't hit his head; lightning reflex guarantees his elbows come behind him to balance the fall. He doesn't put up a fuss, his hand spanning across her body to yank her down with him instead. ]
[ Normally Hei hates being on his back -- forget the inherent vulnerability, it's an unwise position strategically if it grants you less leverage in a struggle. But in this case his unconscious mind knows that she's not out to attack him. He pauses for a moment to be extra steady as he cinches in her jeans so he can unfasten the button. The zipper slips down as he peels back the flaps before slipping his right hand inside, cupping her through her panties and pressing none-too-gently with the pads of his fingers. The left arm winds around her, drawing her in an arch over him, close enough to dip one breast into his mouth, teeth and tongue worrying the nipple. ]
[ The material of his jacket is at once cool to the touch and warmed from his body, and he likes the contrast of it as it pools beneath them on the dusty floor, Korra's weight hot and impatient on top. ]
⊕ Friday!
[ Normally Hei hates being on his back -- forget the inherent vulnerability, it's an unwise position strategically if it grants you less leverage in a struggle. But in this case his unconscious mind knows that she's not out to attack him. He pauses for a moment to be extra steady as he cinches in her jeans so he can unfasten the button. The zipper slips down as he peels back the flaps before slipping his right hand inside, cupping her through her panties and pressing none-too-gently with the pads of his fingers. The left arm winds around her, drawing her in an arch over him, close enough to dip one breast into his mouth, teeth and tongue worrying the nipple. ]
[ The material of his jacket is at once cool to the touch and warmed from his body, and he likes the contrast of it as it pools beneath them on the dusty floor, Korra's weight hot and impatient on top. ]