[ Hei steps into the darkened basement with her, his eyes tracking left and right, checking hotspots, logging his surroundings. The place seems secure enough, the walls wood-paneled, the air carrying the inescapable smell of dankness and dust. He's about to conduct a proper sweep, to determine weak-points of egress and entry -- when Korra is suddenly against him, her tip-toe feet touching his, her body too. Close enough to that he can feel her disquieting warmth, busy with hot pulse, the quick incessant beating of her heart that is like a war-drum, her lips soft and craving as they catch his. ]
[ What the hell? After the first spasm of alarm passes, Hei's temper flares, then flattens to coldness. It's tempting to knock her away with one sharp blow. Instead, catching her shoulders, he puts her back firmly. He can still feel the hot imprint of her kiss. Wants to wipe his mouth, but he's not sure if that impulse is triggered by disgust or a more disquieting radioactive throb. ]
[ His eyes, fixed on her in the dark, are like two glints of black ice. ]
No suburbanites watching anymore, NC-108.
[ The use of her messier code is a deliberate distancing, a verbal barb-wire. Reminding her that she's a Contractor, not a hormonal little wreck who can't keep her clothes on. ]
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Date: 2015-03-19 01:33 am (UTC)[ Hei steps into the darkened basement with her, his eyes tracking left and right, checking hotspots, logging his surroundings. The place seems secure enough, the walls wood-paneled, the air carrying the inescapable smell of dankness and dust. He's about to conduct a proper sweep, to determine weak-points of egress and entry -- when Korra is suddenly against him, her tip-toe feet touching his, her body too. Close enough to that he can feel her disquieting warmth, busy with hot pulse, the quick incessant beating of her heart that is like a war-drum, her lips soft and craving as they catch his. ]
[ What the hell? After the first spasm of alarm passes, Hei's temper flares, then flattens to coldness. It's tempting to knock her away with one sharp blow. Instead, catching her shoulders, he puts her back firmly. He can still feel the hot imprint of her kiss. Wants to wipe his mouth, but he's not sure if that impulse is triggered by disgust or a more disquieting radioactive throb. ]
[ His eyes, fixed on her in the dark, are like two glints of black ice. ]
No suburbanites watching anymore, NC-108.
[ The use of her messier code is a deliberate distancing, a verbal barb-wire. Reminding her that she's a Contractor, not a hormonal little wreck who can't keep her clothes on. ]