[ There it is again. That earnestness. That naivety. What do you want me to do? If he were anyone else -- scratch that, if he were the predator he's meant to be -- she has no idea what perverse tangles of favors she'd get caught up in. Something filthy. Something painful. Something humiliating. Even if she was prepared, if not to just completely give in, to negotiate, he wouldn't let her. That's how he's been with so many others. ]
[ Instead he regards her with an expression she can't read -- the kind that might make her nervous at any other time. But instead of suggesting any of the depravities stockpiled at the back of his memory, he deflects the question by closing the space between them to ply her with more kisses. ]
[ Eventually, on a crooked half-smile and a quiet inhale, ] I guess lying back and looking pretty is too much to ask for. [ But then, when has Korra ever been a Pillow Princess? It's what he enjoys about her. ]
action;
[ Instead he regards her with an expression she can't read -- the kind that might make her nervous at any other time. But instead of suggesting any of the depravities stockpiled at the back of his memory, he deflects the question by closing the space between them to ply her with more kisses. ]
[ Eventually, on a crooked half-smile and a quiet inhale, ] I guess lying back and looking pretty is too much to ask for. [ But then, when has Korra ever been a Pillow Princess? It's what he enjoys about her. ]