[ Yes. This is how Hei asks nicely. (Only he would regard food as leverage in a negotiation.) ]
[ His gaze is dark-eyed and half-lidded as he angles his head toward hers, lips skirting between tangled hair and the skin smooth and warm on her face before he catches her mouth with his again. The air in the room -- seaside damp -- makes the strands stick to his skin, clean scent of shampoo and that familiar Korra-ness filling his lungs with every inhalation. ]
no subject
[ Yes. This is how Hei asks nicely. (Only he would regard food as leverage in a negotiation.) ]
[ His gaze is dark-eyed and half-lidded as he angles his head toward hers, lips skirting between tangled hair and the skin smooth and warm on her face before he catches her mouth with his again. The air in the room -- seaside damp -- makes the strands stick to his skin, clean scent of shampoo and that familiar Korra-ness filling his lungs with every inhalation. ]