[ There's a strange thrill in seeing Korra padding around her room, flushed and disheveled with her skin marked in his bruising fingerprints and kisses. He wants to tell her not to bother; he can see himself out. But watching her, he's reminded of how very far he is from through with her, as if his desire for her seems to spring from a deeper place than sleep or hunger. Orgasm feeds it, like an underground well, leaving him, after pleasure, satisfied, yet itching for more. Still, he's too well-trained to be completely overruled by lust. Those who are behave in predictable and ultimately fatal ways. ]
[ Instead he stays where he is, watching her. Glad they're in half-light, because that peculiar vibration of something in the air is embarrassing enough now. It would be mortifying, in the full glare of daylight, to be considered a revelation. Yet it moves something which has been dormant in Hei for a while; dormant like volcanoes are, or like they're thought to be before they erupt and it's all carnage and destruction and -- ]
[ By the time Korra slips her shirt on, he's up against her again, kissing her and kissing her, his hands gripping fistfuls of her clothes. It's on a sharp breath and a wet noise that his lips break from hers; he steps hastily back, blinking as if to refocus on something vital, a matter of life and death that he's casually brushed aside, ]
... Going ...
[ It's a Don't trouble yourself in any other language. He's already slipping out her room, down the stairs and out the door, like someone either escaping a guillotine or running headlong into one. ]
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[ Instead he stays where he is, watching her. Glad they're in half-light, because that peculiar vibration of something in the air is embarrassing enough now. It would be mortifying, in the full glare of daylight, to be considered a revelation. Yet it moves something which has been dormant in Hei for a while; dormant like volcanoes are, or like they're thought to be before they erupt and it's all carnage and destruction and -- ]
[ By the time Korra slips her shirt on, he's up against her again, kissing her and kissing her, his hands gripping fistfuls of her clothes. It's on a sharp breath and a wet noise that his lips break from hers; he steps hastily back, blinking as if to refocus on something vital, a matter of life and death that he's casually brushed aside, ]
... Going ...
[ It's a Don't trouble yourself in any other language. He's already slipping out her room, down the stairs and out the door, like someone either escaping a guillotine or running headlong into one. ]