[ Even as she settles in, Hei's disposing of the condom before he forgets how his hands work, all loose-limbed and spent as he is. It's a combination of both uncanny familiarity with the bedroom's layout, and his precise aim, which means it gets tied off and thrown into the wastebasket with neat accuracy. He rolls onto his back, stretching an arm out behind Korra, so she's nestled securely with her head on his chest. He feels pleasantly empty, drowsy, enjoying her damp hair spread out everywhere, and the feverish warmth of her skin. Korra's stroking hands won't encounter more than a few contusions, sticky but already closing, across the scar-pitted surface of his skin. ]
Hope your back's okay, [ he says, though he doesn't really sound apologetic -- there's an idle half-smile on his face that's more satisfied that rueful. ]
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Hope your back's okay, [ he says, though he doesn't really sound apologetic -- there's an idle half-smile on his face that's more satisfied that rueful. ]