[ Jelly-limbed, panting, Hei sprawls across the damp disarray of the bedspread. The air is muggy, smelling of the salt and seafoamy tang of their exertions. His skin prickles with drying sweat; he badly wants a shower. Worse, the hunger, gnawing earlier at his belly, is beginning to creep to his extremities, blurring his thoughts into a tepid, exhausted haze. The dangers of falling asleep are very real. ]
[ Forcibly, he shakes his head clear. Sits up, propped on one elbow, to regard Mako and Korra -- bright-eyed and damply-sheened like two baby seals lolling on the rocks. Taking note of Mako's condom situation, Hei winces faintly, then tosses the tissuebox the boy's way -- more out of an innate fastidiousness than any inclination to be helpful. Once that's dealt with, he chucks his own condom in the dustbin, hands working in idle, well-practiced movements. ]
[ He doesn't cuddle Korra. It's too warm, and the unfathomable want and tenderness towards her that had clogged his mind during the fuck is gone, replaced by a sense of his own stupidity and error. This wasn't a good idea. He's clear-headed enough to acknowledge that now. The situation between Mako and Korra is already a mess. But it's clearly nothing to the disaster-in-progress that exists between Korra and himself. ]
[ The look he'd seen in her eyes when she came ... the feelings that had filled him, a strange congestion ... They are to be avoided. ]
[ Eventually, in a dry attempt to dispel the mood, ]
...A big bowl of ramen right now would be more amazing...
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Date: 2014-11-02 01:28 am (UTC)[ Forcibly, he shakes his head clear. Sits up, propped on one elbow, to regard Mako and Korra -- bright-eyed and damply-sheened like two baby seals lolling on the rocks. Taking note of Mako's condom situation, Hei winces faintly, then tosses the tissuebox the boy's way -- more out of an innate fastidiousness than any inclination to be helpful. Once that's dealt with, he chucks his own condom in the dustbin, hands working in idle, well-practiced movements. ]
[ He doesn't cuddle Korra. It's too warm, and the unfathomable want and tenderness towards her that had clogged his mind during the fuck is gone, replaced by a sense of his own stupidity and error. This wasn't a good idea. He's clear-headed enough to acknowledge that now. The situation between Mako and Korra is already a mess. But it's clearly nothing to the disaster-in-progress that exists between Korra and himself. ]
[ The look he'd seen in her eyes when she came ... the feelings that had filled him, a strange congestion ... They are to be avoided. ]
[ Eventually, in a dry attempt to dispel the mood, ]
...A big bowl of ramen right now would be more amazing...