[ Her face, cradled in his palm, feels hot and moist. So much stymied energy fritzing in the air around her. It calls to him the same as ever, with a rush like the Pacific undertow pulling the sand out from beneath his feet. It makes his mind reel. Three years. They've had long separations before, in the City and here. But this situation isn't the sort he can master so easily. There is no war brewing on the fringes, no curse or fresh cataclysm to fling them together, to knit an adrenalized bond of trust between them -- because it is hard to stay distant and petty in the middle of disaster. ]
[ Here there is no enemy to fight. There is nothing he can do at all, really, except endure, and hope that the old spark and warmth between them will resurface from under the layers of tense reserve. ]
[ When she kisses him, something lurches dizzily inside his chest. His lips feel so cold against hers. He imagines it must be like kissing snow. Except there is a deep flare inside him -- a hot hunger for Korra -- that doesn't stop burning. His doubts unshackle slowly, one by one, just as the splintering stiffness in his spine dissolves, vertebra by vertebra. When he kisses back, it's not chaste. But there is something tender in the way he gathers her closer, smoothing the fine hairs along her brow, lips parting against hers to chase the ghosts of their breakfast inside her mouth. ]
[ Surreal, doing this, but so natural. Especially with how long it's been. He's mostly kept to himself the whole year on Enterprise -- except for a few blindish, heated fumbles in a dark corner of the shuttle carousel, with a sweet snub-nosed engineer who'd smelled incongruously of old-fashioned lily talcum powder, and who had hastily pulled away and the next morning requested a transfer; or that blowjob in the hangar high-bay when he'd made desultory talk with that pretty tac officer scheduled to go on leave in a few hours, who had touched his shoulder and so he had angled his body towards her, and something fleeting and prickly-hot had passed between them; and just that once with that gristly operations manager in her plain little room, trying -- and failing -- to feel some enthusiasm about her wan stick-insect's body. ]
[ None of it was like this -- the white-hot greed of pressing close to Korra -- tasting her mouth over and over. ]
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Date: 2014-12-06 09:54 pm (UTC)[ Here there is no enemy to fight. There is nothing he can do at all, really, except endure, and hope that the old spark and warmth between them will resurface from under the layers of tense reserve. ]
[ When she kisses him, something lurches dizzily inside his chest. His lips feel so cold against hers. He imagines it must be like kissing snow. Except there is a deep flare inside him -- a hot hunger for Korra -- that doesn't stop burning. His doubts unshackle slowly, one by one, just as the splintering stiffness in his spine dissolves, vertebra by vertebra. When he kisses back, it's not chaste. But there is something tender in the way he gathers her closer, smoothing the fine hairs along her brow, lips parting against hers to chase the ghosts of their breakfast inside her mouth. ]
[ Surreal, doing this, but so natural. Especially with how long it's been. He's mostly kept to himself the whole year on Enterprise -- except for a few blindish, heated fumbles in a dark corner of the shuttle carousel, with a sweet snub-nosed engineer who'd smelled incongruously of old-fashioned lily talcum powder, and who had hastily pulled away and the next morning requested a transfer; or that blowjob in the hangar high-bay when he'd made desultory talk with that pretty tac officer scheduled to go on leave in a few hours, who had touched his shoulder and so he had angled his body towards her, and something fleeting and prickly-hot had passed between them; and just that once with that gristly operations manager in her plain little room, trying -- and failing -- to feel some enthusiasm about her wan stick-insect's body. ]
[ None of it was like this -- the white-hot greed of pressing close to Korra -- tasting her mouth over and over. ]