[ Hei edges in closer, easing his thumb until it's poised above her carotid artery, pressing just enough so Korra can feel the throb against it. It's almost a seismograph, the cadence of her pulse feeding him that separate-similar pitch of desire or fear. But her hum, the way she digs her fingers into his skin and wedges his thigh between hers -- it all affects his restraint like a crack spiderwebbing across emergency glass. In the moment just before everything spikes -- heat and hunger and blood-rush -- Hei waltzes her almost delicately backwards, before pressing her flat against the nearest available surface -- the wall, in this case. ]
[ His mouth opens against hers, and there's nothing careful and controlled about the kiss now. It's wet and hungry and biting, as if he wants to open her up and devour whatever's inside. One arm circles around her body, palm against the small of her back. In a jerky motion he tugs her top free from her jeans, slipping his hand underneath to ride his fingertips along the course of her spine. Thigh fitted at the juncture of her legs, moving from a lazy back-and-forth rub to a hard pressure, as if he's suddenly madly impatient, as if in the last few seconds he's moved from absorption into the heights of greed. ]
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[ His mouth opens against hers, and there's nothing careful and controlled about the kiss now. It's wet and hungry and biting, as if he wants to open her up and devour whatever's inside. One arm circles around her body, palm against the small of her back. In a jerky motion he tugs her top free from her jeans, slipping his hand underneath to ride his fingertips along the course of her spine. Thigh fitted at the juncture of her legs, moving from a lazy back-and-forth rub to a hard pressure, as if he's suddenly madly impatient, as if in the last few seconds he's moved from absorption into the heights of greed. ]