[ A smile twitches on Hei's mouth at Korra's question, which her mouth then catches in the kiss. His lips play with hers, lazy and half-breathless in a way that seems to warm the sticky, humid atmosphere between them further. Bit by bit, his shoulders loosen -- all but the faintest iota of tension dissipating. He sighs, forehead rolling against Korra's, and lets his eyelids droop shut. With luck, he'll catch a brief power-nap before heading Topside to check on Pai. ]
[ But for the moment, it's enough to feel Korra's glowing heat against his skin, her messy hair tickling his cheek. He's been in this spot before -- on the floor of a narrow sleeping bag, breathing in damp grass, dust, and the scent of Amber's hair, both their heads on the same pillow-padding. But this feels different -- and what a relief that is. Settling his foot against the back of Korra's ankle, which isn't anything like the back of Amber's, Hei finds himself suddenly grateful, and tries categorising other parts of Korra which are nothing like Amber. ]
[ Except, sublimely self-absorbed after his fuck, he's already on the verge of sleep. Brushing her eyelashes one last time with a fingertip, he watches the hazy flickers of color in Korra's irises. When he speaks, his voice is a thick murmur along the crook of her neck. ] I love ... your eyes in this light. [ Not realizing how misleading or potentially cruel that might sound, if Korra was expecting something different. (He hopes she wasn't. Hopes he understands her well enough to know she'd never want it. Not from someone like him.) As it is, he's sinking into sleep as if from a height, as if he's a single, soft-spoken word falling through space. ]
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[ But for the moment, it's enough to feel Korra's glowing heat against his skin, her messy hair tickling his cheek. He's been in this spot before -- on the floor of a narrow sleeping bag, breathing in damp grass, dust, and the scent of Amber's hair, both their heads on the same pillow-padding. But this feels different -- and what a relief that is. Settling his foot against the back of Korra's ankle, which isn't anything like the back of Amber's, Hei finds himself suddenly grateful, and tries categorising other parts of Korra which are nothing like Amber. ]
[ Except, sublimely self-absorbed after his fuck, he's already on the verge of sleep. Brushing her eyelashes one last time with a fingertip, he watches the hazy flickers of color in Korra's irises. When he speaks, his voice is a thick murmur along the crook of her neck. ] I love ... your eyes in this light. [ Not realizing how misleading or potentially cruel that might sound, if Korra was expecting something different. (He hopes she wasn't. Hopes he understands her well enough to know she'd never want it. Not from someone like him.) As it is, he's sinking into sleep as if from a height, as if he's a single, soft-spoken word falling through space. ]