[ Hei makes a noise of irritable protest as she shoves him off, his mouth popping free from her right breast. The colossal, unquenchable want he's trained himself to suppress is beginning to eat into his self-control. Still, he scoots back, sitting up on his knees when she asks him to strip. He's not sure how it always ends up this way. Him almost fully-dressed and her practically nude. It's the same sort of greediness that Amber used to spark, but somehow it's very different. The fact is that Korra boils with heat, yet there's something so innocent about it. Inviolate. Each time, he's reminded -- no matter how she lets him penetrate her, and she's permitted him so far every way of which he's capable -- that the girl remains, at her core, impenetrable. There's something heartbreakingly absurd and magical about that. ]
[ About her. ]
You drive a hard bargain.
[ It's dry, but somehow raspy too. After a beat, he slips off the bed and stands up, shirt untucked and half-buttoned, hair tousled, crotch unavoidably at her eye level. Toes off his shoes, and lets his fingers travel down the buttons before he shrugs the shirt to the floor, making it a stylistic show for her, the bastard. After stepping out of his pants, carelessly, leaving on the boxers beneath, he drops back to the bed on top of her, catching himself just above her face. ]
[ Kissing her -- full, wet, biting, yet somehow sweet too, he asks, ] Happy?
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[ About her. ]
You drive a hard bargain.
[ It's dry, but somehow raspy too. After a beat, he slips off the bed and stands up, shirt untucked and half-buttoned, hair tousled, crotch unavoidably at her eye level. Toes off his shoes, and lets his fingers travel down the buttons before he shrugs the shirt to the floor, making it a stylistic show for her, the bastard. After stepping out of his pants, carelessly, leaving on the boxers beneath, he drops back to the bed on top of her, catching himself just above her face. ]
[ Kissing her -- full, wet, biting, yet somehow sweet too, he asks, ] Happy?