[ That fact that she doesn't immediately slip those bindings off -- the fact that she doesn't immediately scrabble at his own clothes -- is telling. Brash and feisty as she is, there are undercurrents of doubt below the surface. Because she doesn't believe the sincerity of this. Doesn't believe him, maybe. He's not sure, but he's anxious to soothe her. Slow and steady isn't a pace Hei prescribes to. Not where sex is concerned. But he thinks, in a dim way, that Korra deserves at least that much. Nevermind a little more consideration. Nevermind this. ]
[ This? ]
[ He's been simmering toward a boil, but now he tamps that urgency down. Passing his arms around her, he gathers her in tight. His fingers skim along her spine, feeling warm skin and scratchy fabric of bandages, before one hand settles at the jut of hipbone, thumb fitted into the dimple of her lower-back. The other hand smoothes her hair, lulling, languid, his lips coaxing hers apart so he can lick past them, chasing the faded traces of fruit in her mouth. He breaks away only when they're both breathless, printing kisses across her face -- closed eyelids, cheeks, nose, forehead. ]
[ When he speaks, it's quiet and slurred against her hair, ] I won't hurt you. [ Not physically, anyway. But he knows, even as his brain buzzes with wanting her, that in the end something like this is always going to hurt. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ This? ]
[ He's been simmering toward a boil, but now he tamps that urgency down. Passing his arms around her, he gathers her in tight. His fingers skim along her spine, feeling warm skin and scratchy fabric of bandages, before one hand settles at the jut of hipbone, thumb fitted into the dimple of her lower-back. The other hand smoothes her hair, lulling, languid, his lips coaxing hers apart so he can lick past them, chasing the faded traces of fruit in her mouth. He breaks away only when they're both breathless, printing kisses across her face -- closed eyelids, cheeks, nose, forehead. ]
[ When he speaks, it's quiet and slurred against her hair, ] I won't hurt you. [ Not physically, anyway. But he knows, even as his brain buzzes with wanting her, that in the end something like this is always going to hurt. ]