[ Hei watches her in wry amusement, those quiet, ever-cresting surges of affection for her displacing his earlier impatience and distracting him, however briefly, from worry about Yin and Mao, collapsed networks, stolen time and wasted opportunities. ]
[ His gaze glints toward the packet, ascertaining its contents, before his eyes resettle on her, fanning up and down. The sight of her -- all nude and shining and tossed-about, skin blotched pink with the force of his kisses -- makes him at once jelly-limbed and rampant, but also almost absurdly solemn. This is such a narrow save. All these years she hadn't known he was out there somewhere, and today, if events hadn't unfurled with such perfect, jarring serendipity -- God. ]
[ What if she'd fallen in love with someone else in all that time? Had a family? Forgotten him? ]
[ He tries not to think about it. Instead he snatches her wrist, drawing her up close, his own body a hot rough wall. The juice bottle dangles loosely from his fingers; he sets it aside, his mouth dipping low to nudge and connect with hers, even as he moves them towards the bedroom in a way that is like a halting foxtrot. Backing her up in stages, as if his mind isn't quite sure even now that he is going to get away with this -- while all his senses can do is drink her in. He can almost smell how aroused she is -- the humid scent of her wafting up from her cleavage, that coppery hormonal fug between her thighs. ]
[ Carefully, he tumbles back with her across the bed. Breaks away on an inhale, with enough presence of mind to grab a towel from the rack, to spread it across the sheets beneath her. Somehow it's that gesture, the signifier of innate neatness, of a meticulous regard for stains and dirt, that makes him realize, with something like a thump between the shoulderblades, that he's really home. ]
[ He wants to say something. But his hands are grappling Korra closer, hips, waist, shoulders, burying themselves in her hair. He stops only to kiss her, sloppy and biting and insatiable, unable for a long minute to do anything else but kiss and kiss, getting lost in her hot pliant little mouth. ]
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Date: 2014-12-14 02:50 am (UTC)[ Hei watches her in wry amusement, those quiet, ever-cresting surges of affection for her displacing his earlier impatience and distracting him, however briefly, from worry about Yin and Mao, collapsed networks, stolen time and wasted opportunities. ]
[ His gaze glints toward the packet, ascertaining its contents, before his eyes resettle on her, fanning up and down. The sight of her -- all nude and shining and tossed-about, skin blotched pink with the force of his kisses -- makes him at once jelly-limbed and rampant, but also almost absurdly solemn. This is such a narrow save. All these years she hadn't known he was out there somewhere, and today, if events hadn't unfurled with such perfect, jarring serendipity -- God. ]
[ What if she'd fallen in love with someone else in all that time? Had a family? Forgotten him? ]
[ He tries not to think about it. Instead he snatches her wrist, drawing her up close, his own body a hot rough wall. The juice bottle dangles loosely from his fingers; he sets it aside, his mouth dipping low to nudge and connect with hers, even as he moves them towards the bedroom in a way that is like a halting foxtrot. Backing her up in stages, as if his mind isn't quite sure even now that he is going to get away with this -- while all his senses can do is drink her in. He can almost smell how aroused she is -- the humid scent of her wafting up from her cleavage, that coppery hormonal fug between her thighs. ]
[ Carefully, he tumbles back with her across the bed. Breaks away on an inhale, with enough presence of mind to grab a towel from the rack, to spread it across the sheets beneath her. Somehow it's that gesture, the signifier of innate neatness, of a meticulous regard for stains and dirt, that makes him realize, with something like a thump between the shoulderblades, that he's really home. ]
[ He wants to say something. But his hands are grappling Korra closer, hips, waist, shoulders, burying themselves in her hair. He stops only to kiss her, sloppy and biting and insatiable, unable for a long minute to do anything else but kiss and kiss, getting lost in her hot pliant little mouth. ]