[ (Nosebleeds? He isn't from that sort of anime.) ]
[ Hei's gaze wanders worriedly from her face to her spread thighs. He can see it then, the blood seeping out, tingeing the lips of her sex, gathering in the curls. The sight of it, the bubbling red clot, the coppery hot smell, makes him blink, first with bewilderment, then with -- Oh. The stirrings of mild disgust break across his surface, but fade in the next beat. Strange, how the sight of all that red, spilling obscenely between her legs, usually makes his mind switch to automatic technical terms. Vagina. Uterus. Menstruation. All distant, all clinical. It doesn't bother him particularly. He's fucked enough pussies that were bleeding, although he's never gone down on one. Unhygienic, but also ... crossing a line, somehow. ]
[ But there's none of that detachment with Korra. Hard to summon any, when you've shacked up with a girl for months and months. When you once kept tabs on her cycle with the same matter-of-factness as when to change the oil in the car, when to mow the lawn. He'd always labeled that week as Hands Off days, and busied himself with chores or tinkering with weaponry. ]
[ Absently, he wipes the drying blood on his lips. It has an almost grossly slippery texture -- nothing like the richness of arterial blood. ]
[ When he glances up at her, his face is a blend of secondhand embarrassment, unease, and a hint of disappointment. ]
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[ Hei's gaze wanders worriedly from her face to her spread thighs. He can see it then, the blood seeping out, tingeing the lips of her sex, gathering in the curls. The sight of it, the bubbling red clot, the coppery hot smell, makes him blink, first with bewilderment, then with -- Oh. The stirrings of mild disgust break across his surface, but fade in the next beat. Strange, how the sight of all that red, spilling obscenely between her legs, usually makes his mind switch to automatic technical terms. Vagina. Uterus. Menstruation. All distant, all clinical. It doesn't bother him particularly. He's fucked enough pussies that were bleeding, although he's never gone down on one. Unhygienic, but also ... crossing a line, somehow. ]
[ But there's none of that detachment with Korra. Hard to summon any, when you've shacked up with a girl for months and months. When you once kept tabs on her cycle with the same matter-of-factness as when to change the oil in the car, when to mow the lawn. He'd always labeled that week as Hands Off days, and busied himself with chores or tinkering with weaponry. ]
[ Absently, he wipes the drying blood on his lips. It has an almost grossly slippery texture -- nothing like the richness of arterial blood. ]
[ When he glances up at her, his face is a blend of secondhand embarrassment, unease, and a hint of disappointment. ]
I guess you'll want to clean up.
[ And cut short any prospective fucking. ]