[ It's interesting, the roulette of expressions across her face. While she's sunk into herself this way -- alternately amusing and absurd -- there is an intimacy to watching her, tinged cold with the knowledge that he can't exactly utilize these details for any useful exploitation, during or afterward, but that they fascinate him anyway. This unfamiliar hunger for tiny, innocent details to press in deep inside of him and close up, hold as his own, not for anyone else's perusal. ]
[ Shaking it off, Hei lets her adjust to the sensations at her own speed. Again, he reaches into the silver case. Sifting past sleek black bottles, the jumping rabbit, the wireless egg, he extracts a toy. Simple enough in design. Silver and black. The shape is smoothly compact in his palm. Catching Korra's gaze, he quirks an eyebrow, both questioning and prompting. Step B? ]
[ Switching the vibe on, he adjusts the controls. Three strengths and three different rhythmic patterns. The hum it gives off is more pulse than the generic buzz like an angry bee. A mid-level thrum. A distant sub-thought, several priority levels below, thinks, Oh. Lower frequency so the waves are larger. So, on contact, the vibrations are more wide-reaching. Makes sense. (The rest of him tells that part, Shut up. There are better things to focus on.) Slowly, he lifts the thrumming toy, and moves to press the head of it against her sternum. Giving her a sense of the kind of vibrations she's in for. He drags it down her stomach, lingering for a moment on her pubic bone, and then pressing against her gently. ]
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[ Shaking it off, Hei lets her adjust to the sensations at her own speed. Again, he reaches into the silver case. Sifting past sleek black bottles, the jumping rabbit, the wireless egg, he extracts a toy. Simple enough in design. Silver and black. The shape is smoothly compact in his palm. Catching Korra's gaze, he quirks an eyebrow, both questioning and prompting. Step B? ]
[ Switching the vibe on, he adjusts the controls. Three strengths and three different rhythmic patterns. The hum it gives off is more pulse than the generic buzz like an angry bee. A mid-level thrum. A distant sub-thought, several priority levels below, thinks, Oh. Lower frequency so the waves are larger. So, on contact, the vibrations are more wide-reaching. Makes sense. (The rest of him tells that part, Shut up. There are better things to focus on.) Slowly, he lifts the thrumming toy, and moves to press the head of it against her sternum. Giving her a sense of the kind of vibrations she's in for. He drags it down her stomach, lingering for a moment on her pubic bone, and then pressing against her gently. ]