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[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.]