[ She grabs his arm, and Hei realigns his body to meet hers, the ghosts of a lifetime in battlefields lending a duelist's grace to the small movement. But this isn't a duel, or even a dance. Just Korra floating in the close darkness: the supple span of her waist suddenly in Hei's hands, her hot little mouth nudging his, then connecting, fed by a hitched breath low in Hei's throat. ]
[ So many times he's kissed her. Yet it's always a brand-new flare of heat, as if kerosene has been dashed onto a banked fire. The kickstart of hunger is palpable in his every liniment; it would almost be embarrassing, except all he can do is feel it, enjoy it. Its power, its promise, as he gathers Korra closer, presses the length of himself against her lush warmth, one hand splayed across the dip of her spine, the other crawling up to tunnel in her hair, while the kiss thrusts words and breath, both, aside. ]
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[ So many times he's kissed her. Yet it's always a brand-new flare of heat, as if kerosene has been dashed onto a banked fire. The kickstart of hunger is palpable in his every liniment; it would almost be embarrassing, except all he can do is feel it, enjoy it. Its power, its promise, as he gathers Korra closer, presses the length of himself against her lush warmth, one hand splayed across the dip of her spine, the other crawling up to tunnel in her hair, while the kiss thrusts words and breath, both, aside. ]