[ Hei's lips play with hers, plucking and teasing, on the fringes of languid, but with a spark of heat underneath. He lets her guide his hand to where she wants, slipping down her body, his fingers drawing a line beneath the swell of her breast, where it meets her torso, then kneading gently. In his boxers, his erection, while diminished, certainly hasn't gone down -- not with Korra so close, all warm and thrumming with life, half-drowsing against his chest, so he feels alive too. But her back is screwed up, and he needs to be careful of her. After a little bit, he gently draws her sideways across his lap, at a more comfortable angle to explore her mouth, to offer his. ]
[ He doesn't know how far she wants to take this. Is stunned, in a dim corner of his mind, that he has the liberty to touch her at all. If he were a better person, he wouldn't be here, kissing her. Of course he's never been that better person, and has long since abandoned the illusions of being anything other than who he is. ]
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[ He doesn't know how far she wants to take this. Is stunned, in a dim corner of his mind, that he has the liberty to touch her at all. If he were a better person, he wouldn't be here, kissing her. Of course he's never been that better person, and has long since abandoned the illusions of being anything other than who he is. ]