[ It's almost comical, the innate childishness of Korra's gesture as she flings the pillow, counterbalanced by the gorgeous sight she makes, her face a little snub dollop in its tangle of hair, the sheet unraveling to show a flash of aureole, wine-dark against the round breast. He can't help but stare. Despite the mild fizzle of amusement, his skin feels light all over, prickling in the cool air. It is like wavering at the edge of a sharp cliff, disorienting and thrilling. ]
[ There's a moment in which he pauses, caught up in a gyre of calculation, self-restraint. Then his gaze drifts fromMako to Korra, and something dark and wicked unfurls inside him, as if two gears that are jammed have suddenly connected and made one smooth revolution. His hesitation falls away. ]
I think he likes it too much.
[ Wryly toneless, as if he couldn't care less. There are better ways to occupy himself. Like dipping his head to kiss Korra -- a soft slide of lips, followed by a scrape of teeth, a lewd wet ribbon of tongue. Taking his time, mapping out the contours inside her hot little mouth, while distracting himself from the rest of his own wakening body. ]
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Date: 2014-10-24 04:11 am (UTC)[ There's a moment in which he pauses, caught up in a gyre of calculation, self-restraint. Then his gaze drifts fromMako to Korra, and something dark and wicked unfurls inside him, as if two gears that are jammed have suddenly connected and made one smooth revolution. His hesitation falls away. ]
I think he likes it too much.
[ Wryly toneless, as if he couldn't care less. There are better ways to occupy himself. Like dipping his head to kiss Korra -- a soft slide of lips, followed by a scrape of teeth, a lewd wet ribbon of tongue. Taking his time, mapping out the contours inside her hot little mouth, while distracting himself from the rest of his own wakening body. ]