[ Hei exhales a low murmur, lazy and indistinguishable, as she perches across him. He's had more than his unpleasant share of being tied down against his will, and while it's often hard for him to step away from the sense memory of being pinned in battles enough to enjoy it, he tries. (Indulgence. That's the sum of this little fling with Korra. Indulgence and making space.) ]
[ So instead of reversing their positions, he skates his palms down her back, curling them over the swell of her rear and squeezing gently, as he stretches his neck up to trace his tongue along her jaw, beneath the shell of her ear, her hair tickling his skin. The floor-to-ceiling windows are behind her, portals to a glittering outside, and he decides he likes it that way -- Korra with her hair a dark mess, skin flushed and eyes bright, settled astride him against the nighttime backdrop. ]
[ Teeth worrying her earlobe, he breathes, ] I doubt you need instruction at this point. [ She's already headed in the direction he wants. ]
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[ So instead of reversing their positions, he skates his palms down her back, curling them over the swell of her rear and squeezing gently, as he stretches his neck up to trace his tongue along her jaw, beneath the shell of her ear, her hair tickling his skin. The floor-to-ceiling windows are behind her, portals to a glittering outside, and he decides he likes it that way -- Korra with her hair a dark mess, skin flushed and eyes bright, settled astride him against the nighttime backdrop. ]
[ Teeth worrying her earlobe, he breathes, ] I doubt you need instruction at this point. [ She's already headed in the direction he wants. ]