[ Psychoanalysis outside of an assignment has never interested Hei, from either side of the couch. Even so, he's aware of Mako's vantagepoint. Aware of what the young man must be seeing -- Korra's skin mottled with hickeys, the lovely caramel-toned flesh still managing to show a bloom of rosy color from repeated sweats, hard climaxes. Aware of how he's breathing in the air redolent of sex and Korra's particular scent, while the twinge of resentment and want builds inside him. He's been made into the the quintessential loser in the car commercial, the poor idiot. Scripted to gaze longingly at the sleek blue Lamborghini Murcielago, with the 632 horsepower, turbo-charged 6.5 litre engine he cannot afford. He doesn't even possess a driver's license. ]
[ If Hei were inclined toward pity, he'd spare some for Mako. Too bad he's not. ]
[ But he thinks, with a flicker like an epiphany, that he's twigged in on a better alternative to pass the time. ]
[ Ignoring the bite of Mako's gaze, he keeps his attention fixed on Korra. It's easy to do. She curls closer, half-hidden in her dark arabesque of hair, so beautiful and small-looking and soft, and his whole body pounds with a brief tenderness that reminds him Mako isn't the only one who has trouble diverting his focus. He smiles inside, but doesn't let the feeling rise to his lips. Still, there is a glint of something darkly amused in his gaze. ]
Maybe. [ His hand skims down the slope of Korra's shoulder, fingers dangling just above her right breast. It's easy to believe it's unconscious, the way he pitches closer, leaning into the shell of her ear to murmur something quietly, but is there anything -- anything at all -- BK201 doesn't do on purpose? ]
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Date: 2014-10-23 05:21 am (UTC)[ If Hei were inclined toward pity, he'd spare some for Mako. Too bad he's not. ]
[ But he thinks, with a flicker like an epiphany, that he's twigged in on a better alternative to pass the time. ]
[ Ignoring the bite of Mako's gaze, he keeps his attention fixed on Korra. It's easy to do. She curls closer, half-hidden in her dark arabesque of hair, so beautiful and small-looking and soft, and his whole body pounds with a brief tenderness that reminds him Mako isn't the only one who has trouble diverting his focus. He smiles inside, but doesn't let the feeling rise to his lips. Still, there is a glint of something darkly amused in his gaze. ]
Maybe. [ His hand skims down the slope of Korra's shoulder, fingers dangling just above her right breast. It's easy to believe it's unconscious, the way he pitches closer, leaning into the shell of her ear to murmur something quietly, but is there anything -- anything at all -- BK201 doesn't do on purpose? ]
[ Lips grazing Korra's earlobe, he breathes, ]
I think he's hungrier than both of us.