[ Feisty. Hei's half-smile fits against Korra's, edging at playful as he makes a noise into their kiss, something trapped partways between a growl and a hum. He lets her steer him out without protest, opening his mouth wider against hers only to gasp and to press in more of those searching, sucking kisses. Korra probably doesn't even realize the way she kisses him has changed. Shy sloppy puppy licks slipping into something smoother, something that's challenging and heady in equal turns. Under the dim lights, the long corridor smells vaguely antiseptic. Hei edges her toward the last door, not stumbling, keeping his direction on a straight course. (So many areas in which his training proves useful). ]
[ Backing her against the wall, he lets his hands drop to her waist, palms smoothing down the curve and dip of spine before he splays them over her rear to pull her hips in tight, his thigh fitted between hers. Yes, he does have plans to open the door, but right now he's too preoccupied with licking into her mouth while trying to fish the keycard out from his pocket one-handed. Give him a minute -- it's not exactly the best situation for full concentration. ]
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[ Backing her against the wall, he lets his hands drop to her waist, palms smoothing down the curve and dip of spine before he splays them over her rear to pull her hips in tight, his thigh fitted between hers. Yes, he does have plans to open the door, but right now he's too preoccupied with licking into her mouth while trying to fish the keycard out from his pocket one-handed. Give him a minute -- it's not exactly the best situation for full concentration. ]