[ Vines? Hei blinks, the context eluding him. Then he notices Korra's expression, and thinks, Oh. It's a sign of how wound-up she is. Usually, if he initiates sex, she goes like melting; it takes minimum effort to cajole her into The Mood, or to painstakingly tailor himself to suit her ever-fleeting fancies. But now she's full of so much percolating tension that it's blotting sight of everything else. Worse, it doesn't seem to be going anywhere. ]
[ When he speaks, his tone is facetious. But there is a mild concern stirring underneath. ]
No vines. [ A beat, before he reaches out. Lightly taps his finger against her temple. ] Except in here.
[ With the other hand, he palms her sex, and with a careful, almost silky manner, his fingers pry open her pubic lips, thumb rolling her clit as if it is a slick bauble or a juicy grape, touching her as if she is of immense value but somehow very very fragile. ]
[ Quieter, he asks, ]
You want something else first? A massage?
[ His own attentiveness appalls him. But he can't pretend at his usual selfish indifference. (Right now? Anymore?) ]
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Date: 2014-08-07 08:36 pm (UTC)[ When he speaks, his tone is facetious. But there is a mild concern stirring underneath. ]
No vines. [ A beat, before he reaches out. Lightly taps his finger against her temple. ] Except in here.
[ With the other hand, he palms her sex, and with a careful, almost silky manner, his fingers pry open her pubic lips, thumb rolling her clit as if it is a slick bauble or a juicy grape, touching her as if she is of immense value but somehow very very fragile. ]
[ Quieter, he asks, ]
You want something else first? A massage?
[ His own attentiveness appalls him. But he can't pretend at his usual selfish indifference. (Right now? Anymore?) ]