[ Hei's hair sticks damply to his eyes and forehead. He combs it back with his fingers, letting a palm rest on his face so no light can get in, while his breathing settles into that lazy in-out of frazzled contentment. He makes no sound of either protest or approval when Korra rolls off him, but he lets her pillow her head in his shoulder. Lying this close to him, she can probably see his eyes peeking out from between his fingers, half-lidded with drowsiness, fixed on nothing out of sated softness. ]
[ The temptation to fall asleep is very real. But after a few moments he shakes the Sandman's dustmotes off his mind. Stretching to work the kinks from his muscles, his sits up, Korra's hand a warm little weight on his stomach. He squeezes it for a moment, running a thumb over the knuckles, then gently pushes it off. While he's vaguely sure she didn't cross the finish-line with him, he's never been one to ask, Did you come? If she wants his attention she'll let him know. Right now, mind defragmenting to its original mode, he has a condom to get rid of, and maybe room service to order. ]
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[ The temptation to fall asleep is very real. But after a few moments he shakes the Sandman's dustmotes off his mind. Stretching to work the kinks from his muscles, his sits up, Korra's hand a warm little weight on his stomach. He squeezes it for a moment, running a thumb over the knuckles, then gently pushes it off. While he's vaguely sure she didn't cross the finish-line with him, he's never been one to ask, Did you come? If she wants his attention she'll let him know. Right now, mind defragmenting to its original mode, he has a condom to get rid of, and maybe room service to order. ]