[ Boring? That's the last word he'd use for her. She's more than just her mobility. She's more than the Avatar or some dreadfully mundane pronoun like Girlfriend or Lover. She's Korra. Her moods come and go in layers of gloomy spells and whirling tantrums and bad hair days and ghostly evenings when she won't eat or talk or sleep. But the essence of her is always buried underneath, a dark chewy center of heat and life. Even at her most despondent, she always gives off a fierce energy that is hot. ]
[ It has nothing to do with the temperature of her surroundings. It is her temperament. A temperament that is endlessly fascinating to someone like Hei. ]
[ He doesn't tell her that. But, wanting to unshackle her from her doubts by simpler sensation, he leans over and kisses her mouth. Draws back and smoothes the fine spray of dark hairs along one tense brow, before getting busy with her clothes. He peels them off carefully: first blouse, then pants, then underwear, before tugging off her hairpieces. Shucks off his own garments, his cock already moist-tipped and aching as the weight of stymied need drops down heavily to his balls. ]
[ Reaching out, he delves into the nightstand. Comes up with a small bottle, almost palm-sized. Hemp oil. He turns the top and pours some into his rough palms. It smells very faintly of fresh-turned earth and grass. After a moment, he pauses, and a faint smile quirks his mouth. ]
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[ It has nothing to do with the temperature of her surroundings. It is her temperament. A temperament that is endlessly fascinating to someone like Hei. ]
[ He doesn't tell her that. But, wanting to unshackle her from her doubts by simpler sensation, he leans over and kisses her mouth. Draws back and smoothes the fine spray of dark hairs along one tense brow, before getting busy with her clothes. He peels them off carefully: first blouse, then pants, then underwear, before tugging off her hairpieces. Shucks off his own garments, his cock already moist-tipped and aching as the weight of stymied need drops down heavily to his balls. ]
[ Reaching out, he delves into the nightstand. Comes up with a small bottle, almost palm-sized. Hemp oil. He turns the top and pours some into his rough palms. It smells very faintly of fresh-turned earth and grass. After a moment, he pauses, and a faint smile quirks his mouth. ]
Don't fall asleep if I do this.