[ It wasn't her presence that put him off -- so much as the inconvenient summons in the middle of the night. He's never enjoyed being at someone's back-and-call like a lapdog. Too many memories of the Syndicate, of being reminded that his downtime was never his, that he was no more than a killing-machine made flesh, an amoral automaton set into action by a higher power. ]
[ But this isn't like that. It's just Korra, wanting a few scraps of his attention. Maybe even his affection. Korra, edging closer now, a bright corona of radiant warmth, her scent reminding him, in a distant reverb of memory, of the orange trees in his grandmother's garden, weeping a spicysweet scent of life and greenery into the thick heat of the evening. Even with her hair scraped into messy ponytails, her eyes shadowed with weariness, her aura clogged by so much tension and doubt, she is exquisite. ]
[ Something vibrates low in Hei's stomach. Sex hadn't been at the forefront of his mind. The day was too tiresome, even for fevery technicolor fantasies spun from boredom, or the relief of a quick wank in the bathroom. But now, a wash of renewed energy allows banked desires to float up to his surface. ]
[ Outwardly, he keeps his stance neutral, body speaking hedgingly, his eyes more frank. ]
You'll like it better if it gets the proper results.
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[ But this isn't like that. It's just Korra, wanting a few scraps of his attention. Maybe even his affection. Korra, edging closer now, a bright corona of radiant warmth, her scent reminding him, in a distant reverb of memory, of the orange trees in his grandmother's garden, weeping a spicysweet scent of life and greenery into the thick heat of the evening. Even with her hair scraped into messy ponytails, her eyes shadowed with weariness, her aura clogged by so much tension and doubt, she is exquisite. ]
[ Something vibrates low in Hei's stomach. Sex hadn't been at the forefront of his mind. The day was too tiresome, even for fevery technicolor fantasies spun from boredom, or the relief of a quick wank in the bathroom. But now, a wash of renewed energy allows banked desires to float up to his surface. ]
[ Outwardly, he keeps his stance neutral, body speaking hedgingly, his eyes more frank. ]
You'll like it better if it gets the proper results.