[ All things considered it's a little juvenile, standing fully-clothed at the corner of the lot like they're a pair of skittish teenagers. The scenery is all red and shadows and there's a snaky pulsebeat of music present even in the stillness, overlapped by Hei's breathing that quickens into sighs and soft hums. It's too incongruous, too messed up, but the rhythm she sets is perfect. Each time her thumb swipes over the head of him on the upstroke, there's a twitch to his hips, a low sound pulled past his teeth. His hand is still tucked under her bra. He squeezes insistently, the fingers of the other hand gripping the fence's cold diamond mesh. The chilled air isn't enough to cool him down; he's partways balanced on the edge already. ]
[ But it's not enough. ]
[ For a long breathless moment, Hei leans in and kisses her, and then he has to pull away, shivering. Against her lips, he breathes out: ] I want your mouth, Korra. Just a little -- d'you think you can manage that? [ And he tugs that lower-lip between his teeth, because this is good, more than good. But it could be even better. ]
⊕ Friday!
[ But it's not enough. ]
[ For a long breathless moment, Hei leans in and kisses her, and then he has to pull away, shivering. Against her lips, he breathes out: ] I want your mouth, Korra. Just a little -- d'you think you can manage that? [ And he tugs that lower-lip between his teeth, because this is good, more than good. But it could be even better. ]