[ Her yelp bounces off the tiles, and when Hei looks down at Korra it's with something a little playful (and wholly dangerous) in his eyes. In his grasp, she's deliciously warm and soft, all curves and slick skin, the aggression and muscle in abeyance for a little while. Taking another sip of the wine, he lets it dance in his mouth. Sets the bottle near the tub's wide lip, then tips her head back to kiss her, passing a gulpful between them. She seems content enough -- not at the edge of a drowse, but blissfully replete. He's glad -- but taking advantage of her state of undress would be expected at some point. Strategic even. ]
[ Hei's not much of one for this -- quiet, languid moments of repose and inaction -- but it helps, knowing that at least Korra's under no illusions, that this is what it is without having to summon ideas like Future or Intimacy. (At least, he hopes she's under no illusions.) Pressing closer, enjoying the slide of wet skin on skin, he gnaws under the sensitive point of her jaw, moving down her neck to tease the skin where throat and shoulder meet. Squeezes their linked hands, and brings them up to her breasts. Sweet heavy breasts, round and full. (And sensitive -- the best part of a natural pair instead of silicone skin-sacks.) Holding her against him with his free arm, he lets their interlaced fingers knead the soft flesh, palm swirling softly on the nipple to make it pebble. ]
[ There's purpose in his caresses, but no urgency. He can carry on with this awhile unless she redirects his course. ]
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[ Hei's not much of one for this -- quiet, languid moments of repose and inaction -- but it helps, knowing that at least Korra's under no illusions, that this is what it is without having to summon ideas like Future or Intimacy. (At least, he hopes she's under no illusions.) Pressing closer, enjoying the slide of wet skin on skin, he gnaws under the sensitive point of her jaw, moving down her neck to tease the skin where throat and shoulder meet. Squeezes their linked hands, and brings them up to her breasts. Sweet heavy breasts, round and full. (And sensitive -- the best part of a natural pair instead of silicone skin-sacks.) Holding her against him with his free arm, he lets their interlaced fingers knead the soft flesh, palm swirling softly on the nipple to make it pebble. ]
[ There's purpose in his caresses, but no urgency. He can carry on with this awhile unless she redirects his course. ]