[ If he wanted to, he could follow this lull through and craft into a moment of deception. He could tell her -- You can trust me. I won't let anything happen to you.. And even if that's as close as BK201 gets to instinct, he knows it's disingenuous. Korra has never pulled any such tricks on him. She's always has been sincere, and Hei's willing to offer her at least a fraction of the same sincerity. ]
[ It's then that he leans in, closes the distance between them. His breath plumes up between their faces, warming her cheeks briefly before the air chills them again, and he carefully touches his mouth to hers. It isn't a kiss: more a butterflied touch of parted lips, like he's trying to share heat and breath. After a moment, the hesitance - except that's not what it is; it's like dipping a finger in water to test the temperature -- he turns it into a kiss, hot and hungry and openmouthed, the press of his palm insistent at the side of her neck. ]
[ Between their mouths and his fingers on her pulsepint, Korra may as well be administering a polygraph. This is honest. This is real. ]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
[ If he wanted to, he could follow this lull through and craft into a moment of deception. He could tell her -- You can trust me. I won't let anything happen to you.. And even if that's as close as BK201 gets to instinct, he knows it's disingenuous. Korra has never pulled any such tricks on him. She's always has been sincere, and Hei's willing to offer her at least a fraction of the same sincerity. ]
[ It's then that he leans in, closes the distance between them. His breath plumes up between their faces, warming her cheeks briefly before the air chills them again, and he carefully touches his mouth to hers. It isn't a kiss: more a butterflied touch of parted lips, like he's trying to share heat and breath. After a moment, the hesitance - except that's not what it is; it's like dipping a finger in water to test the temperature -- he turns it into a kiss, hot and hungry and openmouthed, the press of his palm insistent at the side of her neck. ]
[ Between their mouths and his fingers on her pulsepint, Korra may as well be administering a polygraph. This is honest. This is real. ]