[ That's his problem, isn't it? That silent introspective streak that always does him in. But right now, there's an almost pinch-me quality to it. He'll never be able to convince himself that he deserves to be near this girl -- this woman. Never believe he's worth so much goodness -- not just the goodness of her minxy playfulness, those abundant delicious kisses, the pliant spill of her in his arms, without an overriding agenda, a wire tucked into someone's collar, and no sharp weapons in sight -- but the surreality of knowing she wants him there. Despite everything she's learnt about him. Despite everything she's suffered at his hands. ]
[ After spending so long believing that sort of affection is a sham, a fantasy for little boys to discard before they start shaving, having it frightens as much as it thrills him. ]
[ Then Korra bites his nose, and guides his hand down to the dampness between her thighs, and it cuts that straining knot of tension inside him. His lips twitch, a rueful not-quite-smile that might almost be Sorry. Got caught up. His hand slips lower, two fingers going into her, crooking against her sweet-spot, a slickly-crammed fit against the thick sliding heft of his cock, while his thumb rides against her clit. ]
[ He doesn't kiss her. Instead he stays close, eyes hazy and half-lidded, watching. Letting the gorgeous sight of her melt his brain, so all unnecessary worries dribble away. ]
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Date: 2014-11-30 12:33 am (UTC)[ After spending so long believing that sort of affection is a sham, a fantasy for little boys to discard before they start shaving, having it frightens as much as it thrills him. ]
[ Then Korra bites his nose, and guides his hand down to the dampness between her thighs, and it cuts that straining knot of tension inside him. His lips twitch, a rueful not-quite-smile that might almost be Sorry. Got caught up. His hand slips lower, two fingers going into her, crooking against her sweet-spot, a slickly-crammed fit against the thick sliding heft of his cock, while his thumb rides against her clit. ]
[ He doesn't kiss her. Instead he stays close, eyes hazy and half-lidded, watching. Letting the gorgeous sight of her melt his brain, so all unnecessary worries dribble away. ]