[ On one level, it's selfish. The package was a peace-offering to circumvent questions. The hotel: ditto. On another level, he's trying, in his own roundabout way, to test the so-called virtues of patience in a sphere beyond manipulation. It's not too different from how some young men try out different speeds on a sportscar. That, and he's grown almost fond of Korra -- or just her body, maybe. It offers an incentive to treat her like a living thing instead of a void to eject all his frustration into. ]
[ (That, and the bloodbath and violence of that last weekend is too fresh in his memory. He's not against the idea of a respite -- a palliative of slowness instead of his usual bang-and-burn dash.)]
[ Hei hums lightly at the rake of her nails and teeth. There's a question bubbling in each touch, but right now his mind -- like his body -- is lazy and overheated with the slow build of sensation. Spanning her closer with one arm, he gathers her hair out of the way, glancing past the tight nipples and slope of belly, her skin a dozen colors in the lampglow, to where she takes him in. Sinking down, bit by bit, then back up in a slick sweep. (Next time, he thinks hazily, I'm fucking her in front of a mirror. ) ]
[ Nudging his mouth against hers, he worries her lower-lip with his teeth while he slips a hand between their bodies. The pad of his thumb finds her clit, barely circling -- not forcing her to the edge but kicking the heat up a few notches. ]
action;
[ (That, and the bloodbath and violence of that last weekend is too fresh in his memory. He's not against the idea of a respite -- a palliative of slowness instead of his usual bang-and-burn dash.)]
[ Hei hums lightly at the rake of her nails and teeth. There's a question bubbling in each touch, but right now his mind -- like his body -- is lazy and overheated with the slow build of sensation. Spanning her closer with one arm, he gathers her hair out of the way, glancing past the tight nipples and slope of belly, her skin a dozen colors in the lampglow, to where she takes him in. Sinking down, bit by bit, then back up in a slick sweep. (Next time, he thinks hazily, I'm fucking her in front of a mirror. ) ]
[ Nudging his mouth against hers, he worries her lower-lip with his teeth while he slips a hand between their bodies. The pad of his thumb finds her clit, barely circling -- not forcing her to the edge but kicking the heat up a few notches. ]