[ Things like pregnancy and disease are far from Hei's thoughts. He's too absorbed with kissing her, deep delving licks, his memory and Korra's body quivering in echo of each other. He doesn't move his hips much -- just the smallest inevitable shifts and slides, shaky and savored. Not because he doesn't want to end this prematurely, but because he wants to prolong this as much as he can possibly stand to. The rift of several months -- years for her -- seems something that had happened long ago, already half forgotten, merely the occasion and backdrop for their desire. But it is a deliberate shutting out, a deferral. Time enough tomorrow for the minutae of searches and rebuilding, when the world starts up again. ]
[ But here, now, golden dust-motes glitter across the sinewaves of the sunlight, and Hei feels skinned, raw, yet perfectly sealed within his body, nerves and blood abuzz. The day is at its zenith, the room quiet and hot, a cocoon that can only last so long before cracking open and forcing them out. It doesn't matter. His blanketing weight across the Korra, and the minute, gorgeous friction of her skin, the flutters and clenches of muscle inside and out, are a promise. ]
[ This. Us. You and me. They have time to get things right. ]
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[ But here, now, golden dust-motes glitter across the sinewaves of the sunlight, and Hei feels skinned, raw, yet perfectly sealed within his body, nerves and blood abuzz. The day is at its zenith, the room quiet and hot, a cocoon that can only last so long before cracking open and forcing them out. It doesn't matter. His blanketing weight across the Korra, and the minute, gorgeous friction of her skin, the flutters and clenches of muscle inside and out, are a promise. ]
[ This. Us. You and me. They have time to get things right. ]