[ A relationship, if Hei were pursuing one at all, would be based on logic and convenience -- not reactionary emotional indulgence. His entire worldview, his expectations and experiences, everything has unfit him for true intimacy. Love, if it even exists, is like any emotion -- transient and malleable. It doesn't last. It isn't meant to. Certainly, he's never experienced what he did with his marks as love, much less as romance. To him, it was work. Fucks with colleagues were no different. Not love, or even respect. Just creating a level of communication between two strangers that they wouldn't have otherwise. Whatever smoothed the assignment along. Whatever got the job done. ]
[ Amber was his only exception -- a semblance of an actual relationship. One that proved to be a double-edged blade, stabbing them both in turn, leaving scars that ran bone-deep and still hadn't stopped aching. ]
[ Hei draws more tightly against Korra, his arm laid over hers, his face alongside hers, so he can see her rising excitement, the kittenish languor in her gaze. It's something to focus on instead of dropping headlong into ugly memories, or the chilling realization that Korra is so close to the age Hei was when Amber and he -- Stop it. His left hand splays across her belly, a possessive starfish. With the interlaced right hand, he strums her clit. One fingertip dips into her slick heat, several degrees higher than the temperature that surrounds her. Sliding and rubbing, once, twice again, again, finding that good spot, then coaxing her to climb with the whispering dance of his fingers. ]
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[ Amber was his only exception -- a semblance of an actual relationship. One that proved to be a double-edged blade, stabbing them both in turn, leaving scars that ran bone-deep and still hadn't stopped aching. ]
[ Hei draws more tightly against Korra, his arm laid over hers, his face alongside hers, so he can see her rising excitement, the kittenish languor in her gaze. It's something to focus on instead of dropping headlong into ugly memories, or the chilling realization that Korra is so close to the age Hei was when Amber and he -- Stop it. His left hand splays across her belly, a possessive starfish. With the interlaced right hand, he strums her clit. One fingertip dips into her slick heat, several degrees higher than the temperature that surrounds her. Sliding and rubbing, once, twice again, again, finding that good spot, then coaxing her to climb with the whispering dance of his fingers. ]