[ But then his half-smile reaches his eyes a little more. He tilts his head, nose brushing hers in a slow caress -- before he straightens. Keeping the scarf looped around his palm, he turns his attention to her jaw, the well of her throat, the rise of her collarbones -- lazy, half-biting kisses, before he laps over that tic of pulsepoint in her neck with his tongue. Fuck, part of him wants to peel her clothes off like the skin off a fruit, to nudge between her thighs and just -- feel her quake around him. But once he has a goal in mind, a puzzle to solve, Hei is too honed and direct to waver off-course. ]
[ He skins up the fabric of Korra's shirt, murmurs Arms up into her ear before he tugs it off her, exposing her belly and ribs and the expanse of brassiere. He's careful to untangle her blouse from her hair-pieces (he'll slip those off later) before he peels off his own shirt, as if in a semblance of mutual involvement, setting both garments neatly folded on the floor. ]
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[ But then his half-smile reaches his eyes a little more. He tilts his head, nose brushing hers in a slow caress -- before he straightens. Keeping the scarf looped around his palm, he turns his attention to her jaw, the well of her throat, the rise of her collarbones -- lazy, half-biting kisses, before he laps over that tic of pulsepoint in her neck with his tongue. Fuck, part of him wants to peel her clothes off like the skin off a fruit, to nudge between her thighs and just -- feel her quake around him. But once he has a goal in mind, a puzzle to solve, Hei is too honed and direct to waver off-course. ]
[ He skins up the fabric of Korra's shirt, murmurs Arms up into her ear before he tugs it off her, exposing her belly and ribs and the expanse of brassiere. He's careful to untangle her blouse from her hair-pieces (he'll slip those off later) before he peels off his own shirt, as if in a semblance of mutual involvement, setting both garments neatly folded on the floor. ]