[ It has nothing to do with Pai, or Mako. It has, instead, to do with that unpronounceable feeling trapped inside Hei's chest. He isn't sure what it is -- just that it makes the world suddenly very simple and very hard. He'd had plans, before coming here. To drop the key off, to check on Pai at home, to head Underground and meet up with a few contacts. The white-noise of his impending activity was vast in the night. His plans hadn't involved the alcoholic carelessness of Korra's presence; they hadn't involved going to the Underground so early, or Korra joining him, or the idea being as potently exciting as it is absurd, or -- Fuck, Hei thinks, quite calmly and with dark dissatisfaction. He's making a mistake, mucking up his unswerving schedule for a goddamn girl. Yet Korra is right there, asking What's wrong with her eyes, her whole face, her whole body... ]
[ Hei opens his mouth like he's going to say something, and then leans in. For a moment he seems like he's analyzing something on Korra's face. Or perhaps trying to make some remark he can't risk being overheard -- ]
[ Instead he kisses her. Hot, slip-sliding lips, then teeth and tongue, as if he has a mouthful of barbed secrets cutting him up inside. But after a moment, the kiss slows, becomes lingering, almost wistful. When it breaks, Hei stays close, as if warming his lips at hers. ]
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[ It has nothing to do with Pai, or Mako. It has, instead, to do with that unpronounceable feeling trapped inside Hei's chest. He isn't sure what it is -- just that it makes the world suddenly very simple and very hard. He'd had plans, before coming here. To drop the key off, to check on Pai at home, to head Underground and meet up with a few contacts. The white-noise of his impending activity was vast in the night. His plans hadn't involved the alcoholic carelessness of Korra's presence; they hadn't involved going to the Underground so early, or Korra joining him, or the idea being as potently exciting as it is absurd, or -- Fuck, Hei thinks, quite calmly and with dark dissatisfaction. He's making a mistake, mucking up his unswerving schedule for a goddamn girl. Yet Korra is right there, asking What's wrong with her eyes, her whole face, her whole body... ]
[ Hei opens his mouth like he's going to say something, and then leans in. For a moment he seems like he's analyzing something on Korra's face. Or perhaps trying to make some remark he can't risk being overheard -- ]
[ Instead he kisses her. Hot, slip-sliding lips, then teeth and tongue, as if he has a mouthful of barbed secrets cutting him up inside. But after a moment, the kiss slows, becomes lingering, almost wistful. When it breaks, Hei stays close, as if warming his lips at hers. ]
All right. [ It's barely a murmur. ] Let's go.