[ If she resolves to damage him -- today, tomorrow a week from now -- he'll kill her. It's not even a question of I wish it didn't come to this and Why did she do it?. He will -- because the way she's making him feel right now ... It's too frightening. Too risky. His skin fizzes, his stomach is a plane-crash, all the hairs on his body are lit fuses, and he can taste the adrenaline in his mouth. His whole body is vibrating with the sick song of the battlefield -- that heart-stopping moment where the blades slice into arteries, where the bullets scrape vital organs. ]
[ Not exposed. Not compromised. Mid-defeat and ready to die. How would BK201 forgive that kind of betrayal? Why would he forgive it? ]
[ Right now, he forces it from his mind. Too busy with Korra. Kissing her, actually. Kissing her deeply and with his mouth open, and with a kind of relief crashing over him. And then he is panting, panting into the side of her throat like he hasn't panted in years, if he's ever panted like this before. His sternum is exploding in something like pain. Carefully, he rolls over, taking her with him, so she's sprawled on his chest. Pulls the ties out of Korra's hair and lets it fall across their faces in a sheath of dark waves. ]
[ Smoothing her hair back with both hands, he passes his arms around her. There's a rustle and skitter of her bra coming off and hitting the floor, and then Hei is dragging Korra tighter into place atop him, leaning up hungrily to mouth at one of her nipples. Her breasts overspill his hands, soft and dark, and he is nuzzling, biting and sucking, with the thud of her heart just inches away from his face. He pushes his stubbled cheek along one smooth, warm side-swell, swallows hard around a raspy noise he doesn't fully understand, exhaling it into the damp valley between Korra's breasts. ]
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[ Not exposed. Not compromised. Mid-defeat and ready to die. How would BK201 forgive that kind of betrayal? Why would he forgive it? ]
[ Right now, he forces it from his mind. Too busy with Korra. Kissing her, actually. Kissing her deeply and with his mouth open, and with a kind of relief crashing over him. And then he is panting, panting into the side of her throat like he hasn't panted in years, if he's ever panted like this before. His sternum is exploding in something like pain. Carefully, he rolls over, taking her with him, so she's sprawled on his chest. Pulls the ties out of Korra's hair and lets it fall across their faces in a sheath of dark waves. ]
[ Smoothing her hair back with both hands, he passes his arms around her. There's a rustle and skitter of her bra coming off and hitting the floor, and then Hei is dragging Korra tighter into place atop him, leaning up hungrily to mouth at one of her nipples. Her breasts overspill his hands, soft and dark, and he is nuzzling, biting and sucking, with the thud of her heart just inches away from his face. He pushes his stubbled cheek along one smooth, warm side-swell, swallows hard around a raspy noise he doesn't fully understand, exhaling it into the damp valley between Korra's breasts. ]