[ Hei sinks into the kiss, close, breathless, warm. There's sweat drying on both of them, making their skins cool and sticky, and his fingers are tunneling through Korra's hair, smoothing it back from her face. In a little bit he'll nudge her off; get washed up and dressed and then leave. In a little bit. For now -- damned unreliable body, damned unreliable mind -- his vision is blurry at the edges, and it's enough to have Korra nearby. To be suspended, it seems, in the imperfect darkness. ]
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