[ Hei can't pretend at slow and sweet, even as everything in him struggles for the anchor of control, so as to be able to remember later his first glimpse of Korra's nakedness, Korra who will be changed by three years, no doubt, but who is still Korra - his first whiff of her long-remembered aromas, the exact first touch of his mouth to her radiant uncovered skin. He can't afford to botch this up. Especially not after that awful time in the City, when he'd -- ]
[ His mind shies from the memory as if from a jarring blow. She has one knee on the mattress, and he's so close to her he's amazed she can't feel him on every upraised hair of her nape. He clasps her tight, fevery-hot with impatience, face buried in her hair. With one hand, he gathers it off her neck, laying moist kisses in a tracery along her hairline, to her jaw, her cheek, nudging and then connecting to her mouth. He's fully-dressed but he feels naked, his erection obvious through his old jeans. ]
[ When he breaks away and turns her, it's with unsteady hands. Wordlessly, he guides her warm fingers, threaded with his cold ones, to hook into the hot space between his shirt and waistband. Inviting her to encroach his territory, familiar and non-hostile, to undress him before he gets too caught up in stripping every morsel of fabric off her. To take as much time as she -- they -- need to, because he can't trust himself to navigate this successfully on his own. ]
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Date: 2014-12-08 12:44 am (UTC)[ His mind shies from the memory as if from a jarring blow. She has one knee on the mattress, and he's so close to her he's amazed she can't feel him on every upraised hair of her nape. He clasps her tight, fevery-hot with impatience, face buried in her hair. With one hand, he gathers it off her neck, laying moist kisses in a tracery along her hairline, to her jaw, her cheek, nudging and then connecting to her mouth. He's fully-dressed but he feels naked, his erection obvious through his old jeans. ]
[ When he breaks away and turns her, it's with unsteady hands. Wordlessly, he guides her warm fingers, threaded with his cold ones, to hook into the hot space between his shirt and waistband. Inviting her to encroach his territory, familiar and non-hostile, to undress him before he gets too caught up in stripping every morsel of fabric off her. To take as much time as she -- they -- need to, because he can't trust himself to navigate this successfully on his own. ]