[ Hei's hands curl into the sheets as she squirms against him. There's a flush to his mouth, lush and spit-slick as his tongue traces his lower-lip. ]

It gets a little more interesting.

[ He kisses her again, and this time there's a sharp bloom of hunger to it, a wash of ferocity. Still, he takes his time, all the time he's ever wanted, advancing nothing. She's behaving so far, which is both delightful and a stark difference from usual. But underneath he can feel that spring-coiled tension that creeps over her: the impatience, the wriggling. But he doesn't touch her -- not anywhere that isn't strictly proper. It isn't as if he isn't enjoying himself; his erection throbs with a reedy pulse against that soft thatch between her thighs. But it's a long time later, their lips bruised and swollen from the urgency of his kisses and a breathiness closing his throat, that he pulls away from her. ]

[ Casually, he lets his fingers stray down her length; dabbling lightly in her moisture, then pushing inside. The digits slide fluidly between her lips and begin to stroke. He bites one last kiss, and there's a playful heat in his eyes as he murmurs, ] I was thinking. About that time ... In the shed. [ He's never brought it up, because sometimes he wonders if Korra's ever forgotten his callousness that night. Mostly he's maintained a polite silence about that fiasco of a sexual encounter, since they're on relatively good terms with each other now. ]

[ Still, the atmosphere feels open enough for him to remark, ] You know what surprised me, about you?