[ A quiet noise -- half-encouraging, half-warning -- ekes out of Hei's throat as she rubs his erection across that slick seam of hers, smearing it in wetness. It flexes in uncontrollable, predictable response, even as the memory of the last time he'd been this close, without a rubber, spirals through his mind until the anxiety feeds a sharpness to his hunger. Reaching out, he settles his palms around her waist, thumbs coasting across the wing of her hips. Under the patch of reddish sunlight, she seems to be glistening all over. Even her dark hair gives off a shimmer. The look in her eyes is dreamily blue, and her mouth is so luscious. Tipping his chin, he kisses her again, the dark mess of her hair whispering around them. ]
[ (The room is bright and airy and sunlit, but that doesn't explain why there's such a dark weight of barbs caught in his chest.) ]
[ Pressing his forehead to Korra's, he says dryly, ]
no subject
[ (The room is bright and airy and sunlit, but that doesn't explain why there's such a dark weight of barbs caught in his chest.) ]
[ Pressing his forehead to Korra's, he says dryly, ]
That's one thing, anyway...