You should be. [ There's a heavier pitch to his voice, his breath raspy in the space between them. But there's no annoyance in his expression. If anything his arms are languid, loose-jointed as they wrap around her. His weight settles back to his knees as he sits up, taking her with him in what might be a makeshift hug. Hooking his chin on the curve of her neck and shoulder, he plucks the ties at her back. When the fabric gapes, he lets it unravel, puddling down around her hips while the pads of his fingers trace the bumps of Korra's spine. ]
[ In the same spirit, he lifts one hand to her hair, undoing that sloppy bun. Lets it tumble down around her face, against his face, releasing a warm burst of her scent. He spreads his fingers through the heavy tangle of it, smoothing it back from her cheeks, his gaze heavy-lidded and intent on her before he leans in to bite another kiss. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ In the same spirit, he lifts one hand to her hair, undoing that sloppy bun. Lets it tumble down around her face, against his face, releasing a warm burst of her scent. He spreads his fingers through the heavy tangle of it, smoothing it back from her cheeks, his gaze heavy-lidded and intent on her before he leans in to bite another kiss. ]