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[ Hei has retreated to spend the night at his safe-house. A row of monitors occupy the corner wall -- hooked up to display realtime feed of different locations. Pavel's place. Korra's Beach House. Hei's Topside apartment. The access points of his safe-houses. Various rooms. Various angles. The cameras are fitted with IR illuminators, for night-vision. He's left the audio on -- white-noise to ignore the ticking. Seated crosslegged on a couch, Hei's halfway through fieldstripping a weapon -- (in retrospect, a bad idea to leave it lying around, but the safe-house is secure. Surely he can relax his paranoia by a degree?) -- when he glances, idly, at the feed in Korra's room. ]

[ And freezes. ]

[ The special filters of his cameras cast an eerie green color on her body. She's in, not her usual nightwear but a two-piece lingerie set. White, all lace and wisps, from the collection he'd sent her. From Hei's vantage, in the strange light, the material glows like white fire on her dark skin. He watches her slip into bed, with the tentativeness of sinking into a hot bath. Watches her lie there, perfect and picturesque in the two-piece, like a sun-bather. Moon-bather. ]

[ Then she touches herself. ]

[ Well. Fuck. ]