[ Hei squirms his trapped hand, the fingers caught in a delicious hot prison, sliding between Korra's moist lips, teasing her clit. But it's hard to be purposeful, the way she's staring at him. Her bright-blue gaze is a shiruken. He stays quiet for some time, his other hand still holding hers in a way he can't quite parse. Then, on a shuddering breath, he tightens his grip, so she lets him go. His erection seems to vibrate hot and twitchy in the coolish air. Aching. Christ, he aches. But instead of rolling her beneath him,feeding her rough kisses to shut her up, he closes his eyes. Closes them tight, and wrenches away from her. ]
[ Sprawled with his back to Korra, he doesn't curl up in a fetal position. The the lines of his body, of his face, are perfectly tense and straight -- even as all sight seems to leave his eyes. The same ugly feeling wells up inside him again, hollow and lonely and sordid. He wants to kick Korra out of bed. Wants her to disappear now. Or maybe that's what he wants for himself? Because, deep down, he knows what's disquieting him. Not Pai. Not Korra. Amber. ]
[ Back home, Amber is dead. Which is a knowledge he's carried for months. But that reality seems to crash in on him now, with the force of something heavy dropped on his head from a precipice. In some portion of his mind, the illusion of their time together is still ongoing, as if he's with her and Pai in a battlefield that is no more, in a continent that's been erased years ago. A trick of his mind he'd like to suppress -- but can't. Pai's earlier resentment, her behavior around Korra, it all reminded him of the impossible. Of things he'll never have again. ]
[ Exhaling in defeat, he says, very quietly, ] ...I can't stop thinking about something. That's all. [ Lame, and obscure, but he doesn't know what else to say. ]
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[ Sprawled with his back to Korra, he doesn't curl up in a fetal position. The the lines of his body, of his face, are perfectly tense and straight -- even as all sight seems to leave his eyes. The same ugly feeling wells up inside him again, hollow and lonely and sordid. He wants to kick Korra out of bed. Wants her to disappear now. Or maybe that's what he wants for himself? Because, deep down, he knows what's disquieting him. Not Pai. Not Korra. Amber. ]
[ Back home, Amber is dead. Which is a knowledge he's carried for months. But that reality seems to crash in on him now, with the force of something heavy dropped on his head from a precipice. In some portion of his mind, the illusion of their time together is still ongoing, as if he's with her and Pai in a battlefield that is no more, in a continent that's been erased years ago. A trick of his mind he'd like to suppress -- but can't. Pai's earlier resentment, her behavior around Korra, it all reminded him of the impossible. Of things he'll never have again. ]
[ Exhaling in defeat, he says, very quietly, ] ...I can't stop thinking about something. That's all. [ Lame, and obscure, but he doesn't know what else to say. ]