[ Watching Mako bristle to defend Korra, Hei thinks, dimly, that the boy would strangle him if he knew just how cruel and biting Hei has been to her in the past. They're usually rough with each other, the two of them; able to say the awful truth, to drive the knife home. No holds barred. Nobody shields the weak after all. ]
[ But all the surface barbs can't dispel the physical truth of Hei's softening contentment. Or how Korra can bring him back to the surface of his skin with each fuck, seal him inside his bones, force a bright connection between the Hei who wears a Contractor's facade, so cold and cutting and distant, and the Hei who likes stupid things like stargazing and sunny afternoons and the smell of crisp laundered sheets and whose mind now melts dreamily, secretly, at the edges, watching Korra arch, catlike, across the rumpled bedspread. ]
[ Against his will, Hei resettles his weight, body angled toward Korra. He doesn't touch her, but he seems almost languid, droopy-eyed, his breath warm at the curve of her shoulder. It's a lie to say he's forgotten Mako is there. But right now, the boy is an irrelevancy. Korra is the epicenter of Hei's interest -- at least until he can muster the energy to break away from her dizzying orbit, to head to the bathroom to wash up and piece his equilibrium together. ]
[ Idly, ]
Egg rolls. I can at least order up some egg rolls.
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Date: 2014-11-02 08:23 pm (UTC)[ But all the surface barbs can't dispel the physical truth of Hei's softening contentment. Or how Korra can bring him back to the surface of his skin with each fuck, seal him inside his bones, force a bright connection between the Hei who wears a Contractor's facade, so cold and cutting and distant, and the Hei who likes stupid things like stargazing and sunny afternoons and the smell of crisp laundered sheets and whose mind now melts dreamily, secretly, at the edges, watching Korra arch, catlike, across the rumpled bedspread. ]
[ Against his will, Hei resettles his weight, body angled toward Korra. He doesn't touch her, but he seems almost languid, droopy-eyed, his breath warm at the curve of her shoulder. It's a lie to say he's forgotten Mako is there. But right now, the boy is an irrelevancy. Korra is the epicenter of Hei's interest -- at least until he can muster the energy to break away from her dizzying orbit, to head to the bathroom to wash up and piece his equilibrium together. ]
[ Idly, ]
Egg rolls. I can at least order up some egg rolls.
[ He is really fucking hungry okay. ]