[ Her kisses taste like salty contrition. The room feels like a cauldron, bubbling her misery to the wildest heights. Hei's first instinct, the knee-jerk, is to snap, Stop it. He wants to tell her she's taking this too hard -- there's nothing to apologize for when the crime hasn't been committed (there's a vital clause of Free Will that's absent here). But he doesn't say anything. Instead he blots her tears out in a series of kisses. All around the clock of her moist face, eyelids, chin, cheeks and finally the lips, pressing deeper and deeper. ]
[ Each one on the fringes of a crackle-&-burn that he hopes spells out You've done nothing wrong. ]
[ He can taste her tears sliding between their fused mouths. His whole body is overheating for her, but he keeps it going, keeps her pinned. Each kiss slow, languid. Excruciatingly intense. He wants to impart that message into her with total concentration, lick a wordless assurance into her mouth. Not stopping until he feels the tension go out of his own body, ratcheting to a simmer, not a boil. Not until, a few minutes later, he's almost calm, the barest touch of his lips on hers, sharing inhales and exhales, as his hands make soothing sweeps along her body. ]
[ When he draws back to look at her, finally, he is dark-eyed, lip-swollen. His hand moves up to cup her jaw, thumb ghosting across her cheekbone like a kiss. ]
....Korra?
[ There's a question, quiet and heated, in his tone. We can stop and We can keep going. ]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
[ Each one on the fringes of a crackle-&-burn that he hopes spells out You've done nothing wrong. ]
[ He can taste her tears sliding between their fused mouths. His whole body is overheating for her, but he keeps it going, keeps her pinned. Each kiss slow, languid. Excruciatingly intense. He wants to impart that message into her with total concentration, lick a wordless assurance into her mouth. Not stopping until he feels the tension go out of his own body, ratcheting to a simmer, not a boil. Not until, a few minutes later, he's almost calm, the barest touch of his lips on hers, sharing inhales and exhales, as his hands make soothing sweeps along her body. ]
[ When he draws back to look at her, finally, he is dark-eyed, lip-swollen. His hand moves up to cup her jaw, thumb ghosting across her cheekbone like a kiss. ]
....Korra?
[ There's a question, quiet and heated, in his tone. We can stop and We can keep going. ]