[ As Korra's hunger-haze fades, Hei watches her descend beat-by-beat into flustered reality. ]
[ It almost makes him smile. But it's more at Korra's astonishing lack of artifice than anything. For someone older, more calculating, every move would've been choreographed -- the way she chews, the way she wipes her mouth and dusts the crumbs from her chest, that coy little smile, manufactured on most women, but dizzyingly real on her. It stirs up a distinctive heady brew of want and misgiving in Hei. He doesn't respond to her Thanks. Instead, after a moment's hesitation, he reaches out to take her arm. Gathers her off her seat and across into his lap. Catching her hand, he sucks her greasy little fingers into his mouth. Tips up his head and kisses her, lazy and almost experimental at first, but then with a gathering hunger -- kisses that melt into each other, one by one, hotter and hotter, defined only by the pause to draw a breath before starting again. ]
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[ It almost makes him smile. But it's more at Korra's astonishing lack of artifice than anything. For someone older, more calculating, every move would've been choreographed -- the way she chews, the way she wipes her mouth and dusts the crumbs from her chest, that coy little smile, manufactured on most women, but dizzyingly real on her. It stirs up a distinctive heady brew of want and misgiving in Hei. He doesn't respond to her Thanks. Instead, after a moment's hesitation, he reaches out to take her arm. Gathers her off her seat and across into his lap. Catching her hand, he sucks her greasy little fingers into his mouth. Tips up his head and kisses her, lazy and almost experimental at first, but then with a gathering hunger -- kisses that melt into each other, one by one, hotter and hotter, defined only by the pause to draw a breath before starting again. ]