[ Hei wishes it could be simple. Because that's what Korra is, even now. Gloriously unsuspicious, gloriously easy, gloriously simple. As far from spycraft as chalk from cheese. He wants those melting words of hers to sink into her through her lips pressed against his, through her hands on his body, and the surge of emotion he can feel that makes her burn so radiantly. Yet something liquid and formless seems to be frozen inside him, making a hard dense glaze between them, even as he takes her sipping kisses, his hands and mouth caught up in a heady trance against her body. ]
[ Then her stomach grumbles, and he allows her to detach with a single, wavery-edged breath. ]
[ He murmurs, ] You can eat, [ with an air of indulgence and maybe a small spark of humor. Lets her tuck into her plate, still keeping her gathered across his lap, his lips a cool flutter across the nape of her neck, his hands still stroking and sliding, along her waistband, beneath her blouse, petting and smoothing her flanks and thighs with soft sweeps of palms. ]
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Date: 2015-01-02 12:25 am (UTC)[ Then her stomach grumbles, and he allows her to detach with a single, wavery-edged breath. ]
[ He murmurs, ] You can eat, [ with an air of indulgence and maybe a small spark of humor. Lets her tuck into her plate, still keeping her gathered across his lap, his lips a cool flutter across the nape of her neck, his hands still stroking and sliding, along her waistband, beneath her blouse, petting and smoothing her flanks and thighs with soft sweeps of palms. ]