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[alittlebent]

Mmm. [Half-gasp, half-purr. She slips her hand out from between her legs and settles it lightly on his hip, while her other hand moves to the back of his neck. He's heavy on top of her, but she likes it -- warm, solid, steadying.]

That was great. [She presses lazy kisses to his head, sleepy and satisfied like a polar wolf after a big meal.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei hums a low, woozy-sounding agreement. His face, for the moment at least, is open, relaxed, dazed. The light makes him seem almost young. So does the way his eyes skim Korra's features, his curiosity for once not hidden. Something feels different in the air; a slow-burning charge, a tectonic plate drifting in his inner landscape, and it unnerves him to look. He wishes irritably that he could stop himself from viewing that vista and analyzing the changes. But it's not in Hei's nature to look away -- for fear or sanity or self-preservation. That hasn't changed at all. ]

[ Eventually he draws away, smoothing a hand through his damp hair, his unfocused gaze clearing before the windows snap shut again. The air smells of coconut and the tang of their exertions. His wristwatch says he can only afford to stay here a few minutes more; he needs to check on Pai, before making a trip to the Underground. Exhaling, he sits up. Doesn't leave at once; instead he twists around to kiss Korra's mouth again, almost in gratitude, before he rises, scooping up his clothes and padding over to the bathroom. (Why ask permission when he knows where it is?) ]

[ After a quick wash-up, he drifts back in, dressed and looking, as always, like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Leaning against Korra's dresser, he says, without quite meeting her eyes, ] I have to get going. [ The halting pitch implies quite clearly that he wishes he didn't have to. ]

[anatural]

[She sits up with him, smiling faintly. It's the same routine as always, and yet something about it has changed. She doesn't feel like he's shutting down or abandoning her. While he showers, she carefully stretches her muscles, massaging them when necessary, and making sure she hasn't done any damage to her shoulder or thigh. They may be fully healed, but the doctor had warned her that they will always be more susceptible to further damage. Korra may have a reputation for recklessness, but she's always taken good care of her body.

And while she stretches, she thinks. Should she ask him to stay? A part of her wants to. It'd be nice to fall asleep with his warmth at her back. But at the same time, Mako will be home soon, and she would rather not introduce her new relationship to her old flame under these circumstances.

Then of course Hei comes back in and makes it a moot question.]

Okay. [To her surprise, she's more disappointed than relieved.] GIve me a sec.

[She slips past him to grab a long shirt, just to have something to cover her while she walks him to the door.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ There's a strange thrill in seeing Korra padding around her room, flushed and disheveled with her skin marked in his bruising fingerprints and kisses. He wants to tell her not to bother; he can see himself out. But watching her, he's reminded of how very far he is from through with her, as if his desire for her seems to spring from a deeper place than sleep or hunger. Orgasm feeds it, like an underground well, leaving him, after pleasure, satisfied, yet itching for more. Still, he's too well-trained to be completely overruled by lust. Those who are behave in predictable and ultimately fatal ways. ]

[ Instead he stays where he is, watching her. Glad they're in half-light, because that peculiar vibration of something in the air is embarrassing enough now. It would be mortifying, in the full glare of daylight, to be considered a revelation. Yet it moves something which has been dormant in Hei for a while; dormant like volcanoes are, or like they're thought to be before they erupt and it's all carnage and destruction and -- ]

[ By the time Korra slips her shirt on, he's up against her again, kissing her and kissing her, his hands gripping fistfuls of her clothes. It's on a sharp breath and a wet noise that his lips break from hers; he steps hastily back, blinking as if to refocus on something vital, a matter of life and death that he's casually brushed aside, ]

... Going ...

[ It's a Don't trouble yourself in any other language. He's already slipping out her room, down the stairs and out the door, like someone either escaping a guillotine or running headlong into one. ]

[anatural]

[She grabs his waist, needing the anchor as he kisses her senseless. She's too dizzy to protest as he bolts from the room.

......well that was unexpected. And different. Something tingled beneath the surface of his kiss, passing through to her like water down a river. She can't tell if the feeling is excitement or foreboding.

Shaking her head, she makes her way back down to the kitchen, to pick up the fallen sheet and make sure all the animals had enough food & water for the night. The simple routine helps pull her back into herself. Mocha and Hamlet follow her back up the stairs, and whine so much when she goes into the shower that she lets them jump into bed with her when she finally crawls back in. The sheets still smell like him, like them. She could open a window, air the room out so it's less glaringly obvious, but she doesn't. She just snuggles closer to the dogs, enjoying the warm press of bodies against her as she drifts to sleep.]