[ Hei's trained to see bodies as a network of weak-points -- in battle and otherwise. His fingers massage slickly around the spot she shows him, the steel jaws of memory trapping it away for future exploitation. He listens to the pretty reverberations of her cries off the tiled walls and ceiling; to the ambient sounds of the frothing water, bubbles forming and dying around him. Her wet tangle of hair brushes deliciously over his bare skin, and the hot water has done its work in tandem with Korra's warmth -- drawing the tension out of his limbs to center completely in his groin. He's sure she can feel his erection trapped against her back, thrumming to his pulse. ]
[ When she comes, quiet and shuddering as a repressed secret, it reminds him -- in a moment of almost-nostalgia -- of the way Amber would crest when she let him play with her breasts, a light skimming orgasm that offered temporary reprieve but ended nothing. His fingers carry on circling her, a gentle, ruthless caress, not ending the friction but easing off the pressure. ]
[ Leaning in, he licks her ear, and whispers teasingly, ]
action;
[ When she comes, quiet and shuddering as a repressed secret, it reminds him -- in a moment of almost-nostalgia -- of the way Amber would crest when she let him play with her breasts, a light skimming orgasm that offered temporary reprieve but ended nothing. His fingers carry on circling her, a gentle, ruthless caress, not ending the friction but easing off the pressure. ]
[ Leaning in, he licks her ear, and whispers teasingly, ]
And all you had were a few sips of alcohol.