[ Hei's pleased with how diligent she's being, keeping to the rules of the game. At the same time, he can feel her warming to his attention, her excitement ratcheting up. His hum carries the ragged edge of a gasp when she digs her fingers into the meat of his waist. By now, he's created a mental mapwork of Korra's softest, most sensitive spots. Vivid and detailed enough to know what touch sets her off where, and how much teasing she can bear for how long. But he's not following that map, carved as it is with burning, selfish relief behind his retinas and in his fingertips and mouth and muscles. ]
[ Instead he raises his hand to her face, tracing the outline of her lips where he's kissed them. Then he curls it around the back of her neck, thumb on the divot of her jaw. He tilts her head, touching his lips to the apple of her cheek. ]
See? You're so easily distracted. But when I'm with you, you give me complete focus. Even when you're sticking your tongue out behind my back. [ He runs his free hand up along her body, feet to knees to hips to waist to shoulders, stretching over her like a cat. His fingers splay on her ribs, while his mouth traces the arc of her throat. ] I've always liked the way your neck fits into your shoulders. [ murmured as he dips his tongue into the hollow of her throat. ] Your body, in general. You look good in those tight little outfits. You probably know that, but. For the sake of full disclosure. And I like your hands, even if they're in my way half the time, [ He catches them in his, yanking them off his waist, pinning them above her head. ] Sometimes I want to tie you down. Just so you'll be good.
[ He wonders why he's talking this way, because it feels odd. The darkness is warm but also dangerous. Hei's always found the dark freeing -- a habit he's picked up from Amber. Like things can be said here, eyes closed and faces averted from each other, that ought not to be said at all. He should shut up. Talking isn't for people who regularly kill for a living. But he can't help but think -- She deserves just a little sweetness. ]
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[ Instead he raises his hand to her face, tracing the outline of her lips where he's kissed them. Then he curls it around the back of her neck, thumb on the divot of her jaw. He tilts her head, touching his lips to the apple of her cheek. ]
See? You're so easily distracted. But when I'm with you, you give me complete focus. Even when you're sticking your tongue out behind my back. [ He runs his free hand up along her body, feet to knees to hips to waist to shoulders, stretching over her like a cat. His fingers splay on her ribs, while his mouth traces the arc of her throat. ] I've always liked the way your neck fits into your shoulders. [ murmured as he dips his tongue into the hollow of her throat. ] Your body, in general. You look good in those tight little outfits. You probably know that, but. For the sake of full disclosure. And I like your hands, even if they're in my way half the time, [ He catches them in his, yanking them off his waist, pinning them above her head. ] Sometimes I want to tie you down. Just so you'll be good.
[ He wonders why he's talking this way, because it feels odd. The darkness is warm but also dangerous. Hei's always found the dark freeing -- a habit he's picked up from Amber. Like things can be said here, eyes closed and faces averted from each other, that ought not to be said at all. He should shut up. Talking isn't for people who regularly kill for a living. But he can't help but think -- She deserves just a little sweetness. ]