[ Hei sucks in a shuddery breath as she grinds against him. His hands settle on Korra's hips, the skitter of nails underneath her shirt and across bare skin, up then down again. When he cranes his head up to kiss her, it's slowly and heavily. Or maybe it is his head that feels heavy, weightless and huge and pounding. Now that she's so close, now that they're sunk into that moment where it's happening, he has to summon every ounce of self-control not to plunge headlong into the sensations. His arms quiver all the way down to his fingers; he wonders if she can feel that, as he slowly rucks up her shirt, rolling them so she's sprawled on her back as he goes. ]
[ Spilled out beneath him, he finds himself studying her with an open curious hunger -- like she's a slice of phosphorescence plopped unexpectedly into his bed. Then his loom softens into a lean and a nuzzle. His hand palms her side, up along ribs and around the band of her sarashi, as he peels her shirt off, her hair fanning out in a dark tumble across the pillows. He sits back, makes short work of his own faded shirt, an attempt at symmetry as much as a pursuit for skin on skin. And then he's settling his weight across her again, gathering her in, taking a deep snuffing breath along the side of her face, her hair, as if to lodge her scent down into his lungs. ]
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Date: 2014-03-19 02:33 am (UTC)[ Spilled out beneath him, he finds himself studying her with an open curious hunger -- like she's a slice of phosphorescence plopped unexpectedly into his bed. Then his loom softens into a lean and a nuzzle. His hand palms her side, up along ribs and around the band of her sarashi, as he peels her shirt off, her hair fanning out in a dark tumble across the pillows. He sits back, makes short work of his own faded shirt, an attempt at symmetry as much as a pursuit for skin on skin. And then he's settling his weight across her again, gathering her in, taking a deep snuffing breath along the side of her face, her hair, as if to lodge her scent down into his lungs. ]