[ Timid. Hei hides the curve of his smile against the ledge of her collarbone. He doesn't know why her petulance is both gratifying and endearing. Maybe because it shows how much she wants him. Without that assurance, each heartbeat carries with it a horrible weightless dread, where he's convinced, Maybe this is it it, she'll stop you and leave. There is almost a sadistic glee to it, not because he wants to be stopped but because it is expected. He doesn't deserve to touch her. ]
[ But it's clear she won't tolerate anything lukewarm or tentative. She rarely has. ]
[ Tracing the puckers of her nipples in wet lines, he bites down on the left. Tender -- then hard, while his fingers, below the waterline, separate the slick pink petals of her sex. His thumb teases tremors across her clitoris while the first two digits slide inside her, probing her sopping walls before crooking, inexorably, on that remembered hot-spot. Water sloshes at the lip of the tub; their mouths meet again, his teeth finding her lower lip this time. So much space to wade in -- yet it's almost claustrophobic. Moisture. Wet skid of skins. Hands and mouths everywhere, limbs interwoven. It is good, cramped, disorganized -- and the hunger boiling in Hei's own body startles him, like a strange propulsive rush below the skin, so he can't hold back anymore -- all the reasons for holding back evaporate. ]
[ He's got Korra. Right now. In this moment. The rest doesn't matter. ]
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Date: 2015-07-17 03:12 am (UTC)[ But it's clear she won't tolerate anything lukewarm or tentative. She rarely has. ]
[ Tracing the puckers of her nipples in wet lines, he bites down on the left. Tender -- then hard, while his fingers, below the waterline, separate the slick pink petals of her sex. His thumb teases tremors across her clitoris while the first two digits slide inside her, probing her sopping walls before crooking, inexorably, on that remembered hot-spot. Water sloshes at the lip of the tub; their mouths meet again, his teeth finding her lower lip this time. So much space to wade in -- yet it's almost claustrophobic. Moisture. Wet skid of skins. Hands and mouths everywhere, limbs interwoven. It is good, cramped, disorganized -- and the hunger boiling in Hei's own body startles him, like a strange propulsive rush below the skin, so he can't hold back anymore -- all the reasons for holding back evaporate. ]
[ He's got Korra. Right now. In this moment. The rest doesn't matter. ]