[ At the gasp, Hei flicks a quiet glance up at her and smiles. A little dangerous, a little sharp, a little knowing. (The truth is that he likes the way she boils when he takes his time with her. Likes the restless squirming of her body and those short frantic sounds as he coaxes her outside of herself. Likes, especially, the way she shrieks like a teakettle when he finally lets her tip over.) Unraveling puzzles is something he's always enjoyed. Unraveling people -- that's a thrill of a very private sort. ]
[ Outwardly he remains on point, seemingly unimpressed by the way her heels dig and her hips buck. Instead he keeps going, unhurried, exacting, alternating between wet laps of tongue and slow probes of fingers and little whorls around that small bundle of nerves, but never quite touching like he does before. Just a little pressure, then none, then more pressure, then none. Sixty seconds of this, then two minutes, then five. ]
[ He's developed a taste for merciless and subtle patience at this. Particularly where Korra's concerned. What's the point of a feast, after all, when you finish too soon? ]
action;
[ Outwardly he remains on point, seemingly unimpressed by the way her heels dig and her hips buck. Instead he keeps going, unhurried, exacting, alternating between wet laps of tongue and slow probes of fingers and little whorls around that small bundle of nerves, but never quite touching like he does before. Just a little pressure, then none, then more pressure, then none. Sixty seconds of this, then two minutes, then five. ]
[ He's developed a taste for merciless and subtle patience at this. Particularly where Korra's concerned. What's the point of a feast, after all, when you finish too soon? ]