action; shed

[ Hei lets her push him off, boneless, languid, a forearm resting across his eyes. Lets her settle in. Her skin has a welcome tinge of coolness after their exertions, but claustrophobia closes in a dark ring around his vision. For a second he lets himself think of Amber, back in the war, how she used to lie against him this way under threadbare tents, leaking shacks, after a few stolen moments of heat. Then, he thinks of Pai -- how after battles she'd slump into his arms like a ragdoll, bloodsplattered and drained as she paid her payment. ]

[ Shit. ]

[ Carefully, he disentangles himself from Korra's arms. Sits up to attend to the condom, eyes averted. He wants a shower and something to eat desperately, not to mention a million years to think. Any justice, the girl would turn into a big bowl of ramen now. ]