action;

[ He shivers, goosebumps cropping up all down his skin as she scrapes her teeth across him, a soft noise escaping his lips. Nails dig into her scalp as his head tips up to get a better view of her, fingers carding through her hair as heat and want and everything tugs low at his stomach. She's doing this on purpose of course, but he doubts the end result will be quite as satisfying -- unless it's her intention to have him blow his load in her face. Time seems to slow down, a bead of oil dropped into water, and to get it moving again he nudges his hips up, sharp and insistent, his fingers tangling into a tight fistful at her nape. ]

Are you trying to kill me, Korra? [ It's facetious, but it loses some effect with the way his voice tightens, trailing off on a sibilant curse. ]