[ Normal is just a word, yes. But it's also a quality -- a vibe -- Hei catches in Korra, something he's experienced only a few times before, while he was with Pai. A sense of fitting. (Maybe that's what Korra's real talent is. It's what she does -- even to the worst, most depraved and fucked up of all of them -- she draws the normality out, like an illness your immune system has been holding at bay before collapsing.) ]
[ (Hei fights threats with blades, evasions, bombs. But he can't blow his head up, free this threat in a spray of confetti, if he wants to avoid the coward's way out. Worse, sometimes he doesn't even want to.) ]
[ Shaking it off, he takes a long drink of the wine. Enjoys the tart bite in his throat, forcing away his urge for something different -- something Korra-shaped, Korra-flavored. In the heated frothing water, she's all warm and slippery resting against his chest, and he almost feels his body succumbing to relaxation. Almost. Instead he tips a half-smile at her giggle, a wicked idea crossing him. ] Water jets, [ he says, and his fingers tickle briefly under her breast, before dipping lower. Beneath the surface, his hand explores, gliding up her leg, slipping between her thighs. Casually, he lifts her leg across his own to open her up, make more room. Lets the bubbling jet underwater ghost over her mons, stirring the curls and the point of her clit. ]
[ Barely there, but an unmistakable relentless pressure. ]
action;
[ (Hei fights threats with blades, evasions, bombs. But he can't blow his head up, free this threat in a spray of confetti, if he wants to avoid the coward's way out. Worse, sometimes he doesn't even want to.) ]
[ Shaking it off, he takes a long drink of the wine. Enjoys the tart bite in his throat, forcing away his urge for something different -- something Korra-shaped, Korra-flavored. In the heated frothing water, she's all warm and slippery resting against his chest, and he almost feels his body succumbing to relaxation. Almost. Instead he tips a half-smile at her giggle, a wicked idea crossing him. ] Water jets, [ he says, and his fingers tickle briefly under her breast, before dipping lower. Beneath the surface, his hand explores, gliding up her leg, slipping between her thighs. Casually, he lifts her leg across his own to open her up, make more room. Lets the bubbling jet underwater ghost over her mons, stirring the curls and the point of her clit. ]
[ Barely there, but an unmistakable relentless pressure. ]