good enough to eat

[anatural]

WHO: Hei & Korra
WHAT: You don’t want to know.

[One of the many problems with fighting with Hei — the makeup sex is really good. If it sucked, then maybe they wouldn't fight so often.

Korra finds herself contemplating this as she stirs awake. A glance out the window tells her there's still a few hours until dawn. Every part of her aches, but it's a good ache, like the burn of good exercise. Which, if you think about it, sex is. Particularly with Hei.

Yawning, she turns her head to look at her bed partner. She's missed being able to do this. Just watching someone sleep is both creepy and boring, but these little glances in the middle of the night are different. They're like subconscious surprise inspections, making sure he's here and close. Once he's passed, she can go back to sleep.

She tries to do that now, but it's not working. She's mauled all over, covered in sweat and spit and come; she wants a shower. Then her stomach grumbles, loud and angry, and she remembers that she'd hardly touched her dinner. She'd been so excited to see Chekov again, and then she & Hei had...well...

Her stomach grumbles again. Yeah. She needs food.]

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[anatural]

[She curls up as close to him as she can and buries her head in the crook of his neck.]

I guess that's been awhile coming. [She doesn't bother going into anymore detail than that. It's not like he doesn't know what her problems are — miscarriage, conflict between the spirit and physical worlds, the Red Lotus... What's the point of stating the obvious? The best thing to do is just keep moving forward.]

I think, when all this is over, we should go on a real vacation. The world can live without Avatar Korra for a little while.

[mortemscintilla]

[ No, there is no point in stating the obvious. So instead he lets her burrow closer, his nose buried in the soft damp heap of her hair. She smells saline and tangy, like something flung from the sea, or dipped in a wash of tears. Same thing, really. Isn't that grief exactly like an ocean? ]

[ Curling an arm around her, he drops a kiss to her moist forehead. Her tears streak his palm onto his hands where he cups her face, but her words, so hopeful and earnestly childlike, send something bittersweet bubbling up inside him. ]

Yeah. [ He can't explain why the idea appeals to him so much. Maybe it's just been a long time since he's had a vacation -- no ulterior motives, no missions, no targets. Something ... simple. Simple as in you like what you like, as if he has all the agency anyone else possesses. (He does, here, now that he thinks about it. This world is a crystal honeycomb, sparkling with new facets to explore.) ]

[ He kisses her again -- a soft flutter across her wet eyelids and the tip of her nose. ]

You've got a whole world to protect ... But there's more to it than the risks and responsibilities. You need to see that.

[anatural]

[A yawn interrupts her attempt to kiss him back.]

I'd like that. [She remembers, vaguely, the joy and excitement she used to always feel when bending. She'd like to feel that again too. A break from everything.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ A break from everything. The desire had welled up so often when he was a soldier. He can still remember Amber's hair floating like green tendrils at the corner of his eye, as sleek and ticklishly tempting as her words: Let's run away. Somewhere we can see the stars. The tangibility of that dream had faded when he'd made an enemy of the whole Syndicate -- though really, it'd been lost from that first flash of white that seared his eyes as he'd watched the stars fall. But now ... Korra's world is weird and raucous and frictional and too loud at times, yet with each passing day it's growing to be something like a haven. ]

[ It's nowhere near what he had once, true, but it's... Something. ]

We'll do it, then. [ The words are soft and seeded with humor, but they carry a promise held; a sustaining note. He bows his head, so his and Korra's foreheads touch, a circle of warmth. Quieter: ] Right now, you should try to get some sleep.