[ The settled weight of her against him is like a blanket of warmth. Hei tightens his arms and, after a heartbeat's hesitation, kisses her temple. In his peripheral vision, he can see one of the porthole windows at the quaterdeck darken, and catches a glimpse of the white disk of what looks like Tenzin's concerned face. Ordinarily that'd be enough to dispel the mood, to let his arms slip off Korra. But right now ... who the hell cares? Korra's not the holy Madonna. That whelp didn't end up in her belly via immaculate conception. ]
[ Lightly, he butts his head against hers, warm and heavy and ticklish-soft as a dark cat resting on his shoulder. ]
[ Teasingly, ]
Not too crazy. But if she's a firebender or an earthbender, I'd want a paternity test.
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[ Lightly, he butts his head against hers, warm and heavy and ticklish-soft as a dark cat resting on his shoulder. ]
[ Teasingly, ]
Not too crazy. But if she's a firebender or an earthbender, I'd want a paternity test.