[ There's a Please tucked away in her kiss -- fizzling in the burning intensity of it. He can feel the fevery warmth radiating off Korra in the dark. You hear people claim they're Crazy in love. He knows that plenty of them, yeah, they are. Chemicals exploding in their brains. Perpetually doing the wrong things with the wrong people for the wrong reasons. A chain of bad judgements and miscalculations: ten, fifteen years frittered away. Amber would tell him he's being a killjoy. But only the most deluded wouldn't be a little skeptical. For Hei, love doesn't mean any of those things. It's not whispered promises or rings or laughter. It's not even words like By your side and Together. ]
[ For him, you know you love something when you're smart enough to leave it. Even if it hurts beyond speech. ]
[ And it does hurt. It does, but his kisses stay soft. An open-mouthed hunger, schooling that wild chemical storm in Korra to a slow simmer. It's there in the slip of his tongue tracing her bottom lip, the cool pads of his fingers skimming the line of her jaw. Drawing back, he breathes, ]
Easy.
[ As in: Slow down. As in: We have all night. It's just the rest of their days that are slipping like sand through an hour-glass. ]
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[ For him, you know you love something when you're smart enough to leave it. Even if it hurts beyond speech. ]
[ And it does hurt. It does, but his kisses stay soft. An open-mouthed hunger, schooling that wild chemical storm in Korra to a slow simmer. It's there in the slip of his tongue tracing her bottom lip, the cool pads of his fingers skimming the line of her jaw. Drawing back, he breathes, ]
Easy.
[ As in: Slow down. As in: We have all night. It's just the rest of their days that are slipping like sand through an hour-glass. ]