[ Perfect is an understatement. The whole space is completely transformed by Korra's presence. Placed in the center of the room, the bath -- once such a sterile, private spot -- now possesses the air of a decadent altar, and when Korra sinks into it, he can't help but gather her in with appropriately grateful idolatry. Her back is a smooth golden shoal against his chest, her head lolling heavily on his shoulder. ]
[ Their interlaced hands move over her body without settling anywhere: the healing energy from her fingertips lets off a blue, almost dreamlike electric glow. Nuzzling Korra's heavy hair, Hei glances down at their paired bodies -- his skin almost anemically milky against the caramel-dark smoothness of hers, the network of bruises everywhere on their limbs, fading cuts and contusions. None of it matters. Taking deep whiffs of her hair, kissing the jut of vertebra at her nape, gently gnawing that sweet-spot under her jaw, he wonders how he'd managed to function without the sublime sensation of her skin on his. ]
[ Steam curls over the brimming tub. Through the haze, he regards his face in the wide mirror. His expression holds many things: sadness and queasy expectancy, regret, want. The transparency would be embarrassing at any other time -- but right now his brain is too sogged with pheromones. That chemical insanity of desire. ]
[ Kissing her ear, he whispers, ]
What are we doing?
[ Not a question. More of a wistful, worried statement. ]
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Date: 2015-07-14 12:08 am (UTC)[ Their interlaced hands move over her body without settling anywhere: the healing energy from her fingertips lets off a blue, almost dreamlike electric glow. Nuzzling Korra's heavy hair, Hei glances down at their paired bodies -- his skin almost anemically milky against the caramel-dark smoothness of hers, the network of bruises everywhere on their limbs, fading cuts and contusions. None of it matters. Taking deep whiffs of her hair, kissing the jut of vertebra at her nape, gently gnawing that sweet-spot under her jaw, he wonders how he'd managed to function without the sublime sensation of her skin on his. ]
[ Steam curls over the brimming tub. Through the haze, he regards his face in the wide mirror. His expression holds many things: sadness and queasy expectancy, regret, want. The transparency would be embarrassing at any other time -- but right now his brain is too sogged with pheromones. That chemical insanity of desire. ]
[ Kissing her ear, he whispers, ]
What are we doing?
[ Not a question. More of a wistful, worried statement. ]