[ Arched over Korra in his bed, Hei still feels the mess of metal and fuses and tiny pieces of explosive memory rattling around in his brain. He doesn't want to think about Pai, whose sulky silence resonates even in his closed room. Doesn't want to think about Amber, whose smooth white skin would look almost luminous in these shadows. Doesn't want to think of all the mistakes he's made with Korra, using her as surface for the battering-ram of his temper and hang-ups and selfishness. Doesn't want to think about how culpable he is in the disaster that is this relationship. There are so many ways, it's like a reflection in a four-faceted mirror. ]
[ Blotting out each anger-knit thought, he kisses Korra over and over, hard and hungry. Absorbing the way she tastes, the way her kisses aren't like anyone's but hers, and aren't for anyone but him. Despite her relative inexperience, she really is a sweet kisser, and holds him like he belongs to her, touching him with no shyness. He's glad for that. Breaking from her mouth, at last, his hands cup her face, the thumbs gliding across her lashes, so she has to open and look at him. ]
What would you like?
[ Not polite, but matter-of-fact. It's not a question he ever asks. But he doesn't want to risk misinterpreting her signals. His head is in a strange place, and his instinct is for something violent and fast, in positions where he doesn't have to meet her eyes. ]
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[ Blotting out each anger-knit thought, he kisses Korra over and over, hard and hungry. Absorbing the way she tastes, the way her kisses aren't like anyone's but hers, and aren't for anyone but him. Despite her relative inexperience, she really is a sweet kisser, and holds him like he belongs to her, touching him with no shyness. He's glad for that. Breaking from her mouth, at last, his hands cup her face, the thumbs gliding across her lashes, so she has to open and look at him. ]
What would you like?
[ Not polite, but matter-of-fact. It's not a question he ever asks. But he doesn't want to risk misinterpreting her signals. His head is in a strange place, and his instinct is for something violent and fast, in positions where he doesn't have to meet her eyes. ]