[ Hei knows it's too late in the night for them to be doing this. They're both sore, bruised, enervated to the stage where no decision could possibly be a wise one. It doesn't matter. Korra is so close to him, all buttery invitation, and he can feel the endorphins kick in, so the exciting prospects the night holds are swept along on the rush. Baths. Sex. Korra. His pulse is a freight train hurtling at full speed, and somewhere at the end of those tracks is the heart of his life. ]
[ Or at least the life he used to have. ]
[ Eyes squeezed shut, Hei tries not to think of it. His swathed hand awkwardly skates up her spine, cradling the back of her head with a strained restraint. The kiss grows sloppy, delving, his tongue tracing the roof of her mouth. She tastes delicious to him: rum and tea and spice. The quintessence of Korra. At the windows, rainfall drums in glittering arcs, and at the wall, the clock makes a sly tick tock. Hei can't make himself focus on any of it; his thoughts dovetail into a colorful spaced-out blur. He is content to do nothing but touch Korra. ]
[ It's a long time -- he isn't sure exactly how long -- before he breaks the kiss. Baffled, happy, terrified, he stays close, mouth inches from hers, as if warming himself with her breath. Part of him wants to cry out against this lull -- to build friction, momentum, heat. But the rest of him seems to be listening to the atmosphere, to be feeling into Korra in the silence. ]
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Date: 2015-07-12 02:25 am (UTC)[ Or at least the life he used to have. ]
[ Eyes squeezed shut, Hei tries not to think of it. His swathed hand awkwardly skates up her spine, cradling the back of her head with a strained restraint. The kiss grows sloppy, delving, his tongue tracing the roof of her mouth. She tastes delicious to him: rum and tea and spice. The quintessence of Korra. At the windows, rainfall drums in glittering arcs, and at the wall, the clock makes a sly tick tock. Hei can't make himself focus on any of it; his thoughts dovetail into a colorful spaced-out blur. He is content to do nothing but touch Korra. ]
[ It's a long time -- he isn't sure exactly how long -- before he breaks the kiss. Baffled, happy, terrified, he stays close, mouth inches from hers, as if warming himself with her breath. Part of him wants to cry out against this lull -- to build friction, momentum, heat. But the rest of him seems to be listening to the atmosphere, to be feeling into Korra in the silence. ]
[ Quietly, ]
...Still want that bath?
[ It's implicit that he'll join her. ]