[ She says Yes, but Hei doesn't drag himself away. Not yet. He doesn't want to cut short this glad nuzzling -- the soft fit of her top lip against his bottom lip, the delicate scrape of teeth as he coaxes her mouth open to dip his tongue inside, or his fingers creeping into her heavy hair to cradle her head, feeling the heat and solidity of her skull with a giddy glow of satisfaction. She trusts him, is glad to give, glad to take. Such an extraordinary girl -- or it woman now? -- far far beyond what he can possibly deserve. ]
[ Everything about her fills him with tenderness -- and a bruised, awful hollowness. Makes him want, want, want -- everything he is not meant to want. ]
[ He kisses her again, as if he's afraid of forgetting what she tastes like. Detaches, with a sharp inhale, before staggering to his feet. He stays handfasted to her the entire time, coaxing her to rise with him. The bathroom is just a few paces off. He takes measured steps, his fingers knotted damply to Korra's. One foot then the other. A distance which lasts for miles. And it aches to know that Korra can probably feel that anxious ricochet of his pulse. How his breaths are a slow jitter, splintering the silence. Normally, he takes care to display no symptoms of excitement or distress. But -- ]
[ But. ]
[ The bathroom is a shining white oasis, the tiles cool beneath his bare feet. One mirrored wall, and a deep cedar-paneled tub sunk into the floor. While the bath fills, he takes liberties, passing his arms carefully around Korra's waist. Her hair stirs where he burrows his nose into it, to press kisses against her ear, down her neck; he knows she can feel his erection prodding her belly through his shorts. ]
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[ Everything about her fills him with tenderness -- and a bruised, awful hollowness. Makes him want, want, want -- everything he is not meant to want. ]
[ He kisses her again, as if he's afraid of forgetting what she tastes like. Detaches, with a sharp inhale, before staggering to his feet. He stays handfasted to her the entire time, coaxing her to rise with him. The bathroom is just a few paces off. He takes measured steps, his fingers knotted damply to Korra's. One foot then the other. A distance which lasts for miles. And it aches to know that Korra can probably feel that anxious ricochet of his pulse. How his breaths are a slow jitter, splintering the silence. Normally, he takes care to display no symptoms of excitement or distress. But -- ]
[ But. ]
[ The bathroom is a shining white oasis, the tiles cool beneath his bare feet. One mirrored wall, and a deep cedar-paneled tub sunk into the floor. While the bath fills, he takes liberties, passing his arms carefully around Korra's waist. Her hair stirs where he burrows his nose into it, to press kisses against her ear, down her neck; he knows she can feel his erection prodding her belly through his shorts. ]