[ There's a lot of things he's not capable of anymore. Genuine smiles and laughter are the least of them. When the war ended and Pai was gone, it was like bits of him were emptied out. With his scar-pocked skin and his tombstone gaze, it was evident, beneath Li's camouflage of sweetness-and-fluff, that he was someone with gaps to his name, but the physical holes weren't the dangerous ones. It was the other pockmarks, the other wounds in him, that you had to look out for. ]
[ He doesn't want to dwell on that right now. There's a charge in Korra's kisses, as if unspoken words are tucked at the roof of her mouth like explosives, swallowed down before detonation. He wants to ask -- but what's the point? Better to focus on the sweet sting of her teeth against his neck. On the feel of her, so small and lush and pulsing, a simple body that is yet full of a fiery life that warms him each time, making a precarious sensation like contentment bloom in his chest. ]
[ For a moment, he nuzzles her hair, enjoying her soft mouthing bites across his throat. Inhaling the scent of her, incongruously sweet and crisp like greenery and falling leaves, his blood pressure nudging up a notch. Then, slowly, he reaches behind her and tugs her shirt from her trousers. Peels it off with a brisk efficiency -- but also an indulgence, kissing the newly revealed skin beneath: her ripe dark arms, the points of her shoulders, the hummingbird's sweep of collarbones, the hot, pink-mottled space between her breasts. ]
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Date: 2014-11-12 02:08 am (UTC)[ He doesn't want to dwell on that right now. There's a charge in Korra's kisses, as if unspoken words are tucked at the roof of her mouth like explosives, swallowed down before detonation. He wants to ask -- but what's the point? Better to focus on the sweet sting of her teeth against his neck. On the feel of her, so small and lush and pulsing, a simple body that is yet full of a fiery life that warms him each time, making a precarious sensation like contentment bloom in his chest. ]
[ For a moment, he nuzzles her hair, enjoying her soft mouthing bites across his throat. Inhaling the scent of her, incongruously sweet and crisp like greenery and falling leaves, his blood pressure nudging up a notch. Then, slowly, he reaches behind her and tugs her shirt from her trousers. Peels it off with a brisk efficiency -- but also an indulgence, kissing the newly revealed skin beneath: her ripe dark arms, the points of her shoulders, the hummingbird's sweep of collarbones, the hot, pink-mottled space between her breasts. ]