[ To someone like Hei, it hangs like a threat in the air, like the stillness of a cage, each syllable pressing him claustrophobically downwards with consequence. Looked at one way, their whole relationship, from the outset, is about him fleeing, or floating, away, and her yanking him back. But really it's about so much more than that. The gravity in her words -- the mass -- is a welcome anchor. He kisses her again, and verbal conversation seems unimportant now. Like they've let it fall into a lazy, natural muffling, like all those cliches of waves lapping at an evening seashore. A background wash-in wash-out of logic. Each touch of lips and tongue is slow and syrupy. Spaces are snatched between kisses for gulps of air. ]
[ He tugs at the fabric of her top, with both hands. Pulls it free from her jeans to snake his palms inside, fingers fitting easily into the slots of her ribs, then splaying higher to cup her breasts through her bra. He kneads slowly, then more roughly, thumbs rubbing at her nipples through the fabric. A slow corkscrewing hunger gnaws at his muscles, the scent of her eating tiny holes through his skin. His mind feels too full of Korra to think about doing anything but kissing and kissing her, while filthier ideas dart about his head like fireflies, dancing just behind his eyes. ]
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[ To someone like Hei, it hangs like a threat in the air, like the stillness of a cage, each syllable pressing him claustrophobically downwards with consequence. Looked at one way, their whole relationship, from the outset, is about him fleeing, or floating, away, and her yanking him back. But really it's about so much more than that. The gravity in her words -- the mass -- is a welcome anchor. He kisses her again, and verbal conversation seems unimportant now. Like they've let it fall into a lazy, natural muffling, like all those cliches of waves lapping at an evening seashore. A background wash-in wash-out of logic. Each touch of lips and tongue is slow and syrupy. Spaces are snatched between kisses for gulps of air. ]
[ He tugs at the fabric of her top, with both hands. Pulls it free from her jeans to snake his palms inside, fingers fitting easily into the slots of her ribs, then splaying higher to cup her breasts through her bra. He kneads slowly, then more roughly, thumbs rubbing at her nipples through the fabric. A slow corkscrewing hunger gnaws at his muscles, the scent of her eating tiny holes through his skin. His mind feels too full of Korra to think about doing anything but kissing and kissing her, while filthier ideas dart about his head like fireflies, dancing just behind his eyes. ]