[ It's quiet, but matter-of-fact all the same. If he could read her mind, he'd tell her the other women are not who she should be obsessing over. It's still so strange. All they should have wanted from each other was sex. Korra's clubfooted inability to vault over the cultural --(multiverse?) -- barrier and Hei's typically shifty fear of deep waters should have rendered the relationship harmless, especially compared to his flings with other Contractors or humans, all of whom wanted much, much more from him than mere sex, and tried different (unsuccessful) ways of retaliating at him for not surrendering it. He is used to feeling his psyche under scrutiny from all angles; civilians intent on disclosing his tragedies and secrets, on leashing him into the kennel of commitments, snap him back to aloofness if he lets his guard drop momentarily; fellow professionals do the same, while also taking note of weak-points and access routes, or that extra centimeter of scar-tissue on his back, those dark shadows under his eyes, that tense exchange he'd had behind closed doors. ]
[ Any relationship pokes around for the vein in his mind and heart, trying to find a way in so it can fuck him up -- infusion, exfusion, transfusion. No one can resist the urge to tamper. Korra isn't interested in that. She just seems to want to spend time with him -- for no reason but Because. After the sex, she just wants to fall asleep next to him, or on top of him. Nothing could be simpler. (Except it isn't.) ]
[ He leans in, his lips a moist butterfly press against hers. ] But I'm guessing this isn't an invitation for me to tie you down. [ Don't huff, Korra. He's teasing. ]
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[ It's quiet, but matter-of-fact all the same. If he could read her mind, he'd tell her the other women are not who she should be obsessing over. It's still so strange. All they should have wanted from each other was sex. Korra's clubfooted inability to vault over the cultural --(multiverse?) -- barrier and Hei's typically shifty fear of deep waters should have rendered the relationship harmless, especially compared to his flings with other Contractors or humans, all of whom wanted much, much more from him than mere sex, and tried different (unsuccessful) ways of retaliating at him for not surrendering it. He is used to feeling his psyche under scrutiny from all angles; civilians intent on disclosing his tragedies and secrets, on leashing him into the kennel of commitments, snap him back to aloofness if he lets his guard drop momentarily; fellow professionals do the same, while also taking note of weak-points and access routes, or that extra centimeter of scar-tissue on his back, those dark shadows under his eyes, that tense exchange he'd had behind closed doors. ]
[ Any relationship pokes around for the vein in his mind and heart, trying to find a way in so it can fuck him up -- infusion, exfusion, transfusion. No one can resist the urge to tamper. Korra isn't interested in that. She just seems to want to spend time with him -- for no reason but Because. After the sex, she just wants to fall asleep next to him, or on top of him. Nothing could be simpler. (Except it isn't.) ]
[ He leans in, his lips a moist butterfly press against hers. ] But I'm guessing this isn't an invitation for me to tie you down. [ Don't huff, Korra. He's teasing. ]