[ Delicate. That's the last word Hei would use for Amber. Even now, she springs fully-bloomed into his mind: dreamily beautiful, green-haired and pale, airy and impish. But never delicate. Always so unbreakable with those cool-warm, gold-tipped eyes, master of the scalpel-edged quip, keeper of all contingency-plans -- but with a deeply human bedrock of strength nestling just below the surface. Somewhere inside her there were a set of rules carved in granite. They weren't like anyone else's and she'd never enumerated them. But they'd kept her strong. Saner than anyone else in the war. ]
[ Korra isn't like that. She's still stumbling through the fog of possibilities. Still learning where her strength -- her self -- lies. It's not here -- in an anonymous hotel room, engaging in risky sex with a near-stranger, just to prove she's wired for the visceral Russian Roulette that had thrilled Amber. As if, if she lets him fuck her hard enough, it'll jolt something loose inside them both. As if the raw act will uncouple them from the sordid realities of what their affair truly is. ]
[ She twists his erection, and his breath goes jittery in his chest, heart attempting to scale his ribs and crawl its way up his throat. There's a feral part of him that thinks, darkly, Yes. His palm encloses her neck completely, a hard pressure that edges from foreshadowing to menacing. ]
[ Keeping her pinned, he curls two fingers deeper between the slick interior of Korra's sex. Rubbing, teasing, angling, until they are crooked against the roof of her, where the texture is rough-soft and slick against the pads of his fingers, thumb swiping over her clit. ]
[ His eyes, sharp and clear, are fixed on her. Not detached, but intensely, electrically there. ]
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[ Korra isn't like that. She's still stumbling through the fog of possibilities. Still learning where her strength -- her self -- lies. It's not here -- in an anonymous hotel room, engaging in risky sex with a near-stranger, just to prove she's wired for the visceral Russian Roulette that had thrilled Amber. As if, if she lets him fuck her hard enough, it'll jolt something loose inside them both. As if the raw act will uncouple them from the sordid realities of what their affair truly is. ]
[ She twists his erection, and his breath goes jittery in his chest, heart attempting to scale his ribs and crawl its way up his throat. There's a feral part of him that thinks, darkly, Yes. His palm encloses her neck completely, a hard pressure that edges from foreshadowing to menacing. ]
[ Keeping her pinned, he curls two fingers deeper between the slick interior of Korra's sex. Rubbing, teasing, angling, until they are crooked against the roof of her, where the texture is rough-soft and slick against the pads of his fingers, thumb swiping over her clit. ]
[ His eyes, sharp and clear, are fixed on her. Not detached, but intensely, electrically there. ]
Is this what you want?