[ Hei's mouth bites at Korra's, and he explores the inner curve of her upper lip with his lower. Something ruptures in his chest as she arches against him, and his breath staggers out of his mouth in a desperate rush before he presses his lips more firmly to hers -- a parting kiss. His weight shifts back to his knees, the dip in the bed making his hips slot neatly against hers as he sits up. The windows make a drizzle-splash pattern of shadows across the room; a sliver of pale light is visible between the plain curtains. Shrugging off his hoodie, he makes short work of his white buttondown shirt, his hair dancing in a crackle of static around his face when he's free of it. He drops both items on the floor, having long given up on his usual precise tidiness where Korra's concerned. ]
[ His spine curves as he leans in, tugging Korra's own shirt off in his pursuit for skin on skin. Dimly, irrelevantly, he thinks that he was supposed to switch the sound system on -- fill the room with white-noise from the radio or some random Top 10 pop-song. But right now, he could care less. ]
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[ His spine curves as he leans in, tugging Korra's own shirt off in his pursuit for skin on skin. Dimly, irrelevantly, he thinks that he was supposed to switch the sound system on -- fill the room with white-noise from the radio or some random Top 10 pop-song. But right now, he could care less. ]