[ There's a moment's pause to knot up and toss the condom in a dustbin, before he regards her. Bright sun inundates the warm still air. Captivated by Korra's gentle glow of vulnerability, he wants to reach out and discover her all over again. But he needs to shower and get started with breakfast. Instead he leans in, head tilted, to plant a kiss on the bridge of her nose. Then the corner of her mouth. Then her jaw. He never tires of that salty taste, the spicysweet sweat. Only she could boast of such a thing. Capable of being so fucking sexy you want to lick her clean even when she's filthy. ]
[ His expression is warm and half-shuttered when he draws back to regard her. ]
Take your shower. I'll wash up downstairs.
[ He always keeps his things -- neatly in their places, more than three-quarters of the space allotted him still empty -- in a separate room. There's a strangeness to living in the Beach House. For all his familiarity with its interior, he always feels like a stranger passing through. Like someone who's booked a hotel room for a few weeks. Sooner or later, the time will expire, and he'll move on as always. ]
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[ There's a moment's pause to knot up and toss the condom in a dustbin, before he regards her. Bright sun inundates the warm still air. Captivated by Korra's gentle glow of vulnerability, he wants to reach out and discover her all over again. But he needs to shower and get started with breakfast. Instead he leans in, head tilted, to plant a kiss on the bridge of her nose. Then the corner of her mouth. Then her jaw. He never tires of that salty taste, the spicysweet sweat. Only she could boast of such a thing. Capable of being so fucking sexy you want to lick her clean even when she's filthy. ]
[ His expression is warm and half-shuttered when he draws back to regard her. ]
Take your shower. I'll wash up downstairs.
[ He always keeps his things -- neatly in their places, more than three-quarters of the space allotted him still empty -- in a separate room. There's a strangeness to living in the Beach House. For all his familiarity with its interior, he always feels like a stranger passing through. Like someone who's booked a hotel room for a few weeks. Sooner or later, the time will expire, and he'll move on as always. ]