[ Hei nods, stirring himself into motion before the overwhelming sweetness of this crashes in and stymies him. The tub is so long and large that they would be able to share it without needing to touch. But that's not what he wants. Breathing in the moistened Korra-fragrant air, he sinks into the water. The temperature is hot -- but not scalding, the way he usually prefers. (He can't believe he still remembers the exact mix of hot-cold she likes for a soak.) ]
[ He subsides in the blue-tinged water until it is up to his chin. Leaning his head against the curved rim, he regards Korra. In the drifting wisps of steam, her body is wickedly ripe, despite the patchwork of dark bruises. His eyes scope her in erratic, lingering tracks and he finds himself with all this aching tenderness he doesn't know how to dispose of, stretched tight over deathly sadness. ]
[ He holds an arm out, the half-lidded smile on his face too gentle to be a command. ]
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Date: 2015-07-12 10:34 pm (UTC)[ He subsides in the blue-tinged water until it is up to his chin. Leaning his head against the curved rim, he regards Korra. In the drifting wisps of steam, her body is wickedly ripe, despite the patchwork of dark bruises. His eyes scope her in erratic, lingering tracks and he finds himself with all this aching tenderness he doesn't know how to dispose of, stretched tight over deathly sadness. ]
[ He holds an arm out, the half-lidded smile on his face too gentle to be a command. ]
Come on.