[ Hei catches the ripple of tension in her body. Reaching out, he gathers her hands in his. Licks across her left palm and draws her index finger into his mouth. Letting it slip out with a pop, he murmurs, ]

Lie back.

[ Once she's settled on the cushions, he crawls easily over her. Not resting his weight against her, but hovering in a languid arch. Reaching out, he cards a hand through her hair, smoothing it off her face, trailing his fingers along her cheekbone. Quietly, ] You can put your hands on the couch. Or on me. Grab whatever you want. Scratch. Push me off if something's too much. But no pulling. [ He plans to take this at his own pace. Korra will hear an exhale, followed by a muffled little sound as he presses closer, his hair whispering across her face. He brushes his lips to the corner of her mouth in a cool kiss, while one hand skims warm fingers down her chest and traces the band of her jeans. ]

If you can't do that, I'll have to stop.

[ Nothing threatening in his tone. He sounds almost matter-of-fact. ]