[ He grabs her wrist, wrenching her close with his arm looped around her shoulders -- to all appearances a sweet and spoony couple on their way home. Only Korra will feel the the bite of his fingers against her flesh, their warning implicit. Outwardly, he stays unperturbed -- bland of expression and unhurried in stride. The cantina's music fades to a wafting tinkle as they drift away. The pre-dawn sky is so strange; its color, unlike in Tokyo, with its green aurora borealis hues and its proximity to the Gate, is more of a diffuse purple. The skies everywhere else are like that too: a dim monotone color; they don't press down with the same palpable weight. ]
[ At the hotel, he conducts his instinctive sweep of the entrance, the corridors, the stairs. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing that's any different from the way they'd left it. A dim light burns the vestibule orange: unlocking the door and herding Korra through it, Hei regards her in passing. Wildly pretty, dark-haired and mussed, an innocent face and an oddly voluptuous body. A mess of incongruities, inside and out, yet nothing especially singular. Her face could be anyone's face. In the dark, face-down and pillow-muffled across the bed, Hei thinks he could imagine her as anyone he wants. ]
[ Except he doesn't want to imagine anyone. ]
[ The door clicks shut. In a blink he's flowed behind her, both hands gripping her shoulders, then sliding down to palm her breasts, pinching her nipples sharply through her blouse, holding her immobile to maul her neck -- without consideration, but without particular hurry, either. After the first lightning bout, it's clear he has a more leisurely and thorough ravaging planned. ]
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Date: 2015-04-04 02:43 am (UTC)[ At the hotel, he conducts his instinctive sweep of the entrance, the corridors, the stairs. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing that's any different from the way they'd left it. A dim light burns the vestibule orange: unlocking the door and herding Korra through it, Hei regards her in passing. Wildly pretty, dark-haired and mussed, an innocent face and an oddly voluptuous body. A mess of incongruities, inside and out, yet nothing especially singular. Her face could be anyone's face. In the dark, face-down and pillow-muffled across the bed, Hei thinks he could imagine her as anyone he wants. ]
[ Except he doesn't want to imagine anyone. ]
[ The door clicks shut. In a blink he's flowed behind her, both hands gripping her shoulders, then sliding down to palm her breasts, pinching her nipples sharply through her blouse, holding her immobile to maul her neck -- without consideration, but without particular hurry, either. After the first lightning bout, it's clear he has a more leisurely and thorough ravaging planned. ]