[ It's a bittersweet pride. What's that joke again? Sweetie, if I can still walk to the kitchen after sex, you don't deserve a fucking sandwich. Sexist, but the punchline's in the right place. For a moment, like Joe Normal, he drowses. Korra's hair, damp and sweet-smelling, tickles his cheek. He shifts to burrow his nose into it. Women knock him out that way, redolent of fruit bowls and Chinese herb shops. Amber had always smelled of countless different things, but most strongly of cordite, apples and mint. A small part of him still thinks of her like that. Cordite. Apples. Mint. ]
[ Unexpectedly, a wash of green hair and a witchy smile surfaces through the waves of his subconscious. Hei inhales, shaking off the tide of both memory and sleep. ]
[ He's dead-tired. But still alert. Thoughts and tension are like caffeine -- he has enough to write a dissertation on. Against him, Korra feels like a gluey second skin. The weight is unwelcome -- his left leg is cramping and pins and needles jolt up the right. He should slide her off. Doesn't want to go soft and lose the condom inside her. But when she starts working her jaw and spitting, he can't help a half-smile. Never a dull moment with her, is there? Dryly, he says, ] Yeah. Absolutely vile. [ Lazily, he lifts a hand to smooth the hair from her face. Tips her head up for a kiss. She's sticky with him, skin, hair. But she still looks good, all tawny and tossed-about. There's a temptation to carry her to the bathroom, share a hot shower. ]
[ But playtime is over. Her roommates will miss her if she hangs around longer. ]
[ Lips feathering hers, he whispers, ] Korra [ and his free hand meets her backside in a swat ] don't fall asleep on me.
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[ Unexpectedly, a wash of green hair and a witchy smile surfaces through the waves of his subconscious. Hei inhales, shaking off the tide of both memory and sleep. ]
[ He's dead-tired. But still alert. Thoughts and tension are like caffeine -- he has enough to write a dissertation on. Against him, Korra feels like a gluey second skin. The weight is unwelcome -- his left leg is cramping and pins and needles jolt up the right. He should slide her off. Doesn't want to go soft and lose the condom inside her. But when she starts working her jaw and spitting, he can't help a half-smile. Never a dull moment with her, is there? Dryly, he says, ] Yeah. Absolutely vile. [ Lazily, he lifts a hand to smooth the hair from her face. Tips her head up for a kiss. She's sticky with him, skin, hair. But she still looks good, all tawny and tossed-about. There's a temptation to carry her to the bathroom, share a hot shower. ]
[ But playtime is over. Her roommates will miss her if she hangs around longer. ]
[ Lips feathering hers, he whispers, ] Korra [ and his free hand meets her backside in a swat ] don't fall asleep on me.