[ Exhaustion settles like a fog over Hei's mind. Every sinew vibrating, the bites and scratches on his skin dully throbbing -- he's sure they'll make an interesting sight when he looks in the mirror later. His body is heavy with a satisfaction that is cousin to an encroaching black-out. Even so, he feels that familiar urge creeping through him -- to nudge her off, to leap up and deny any intimacy, to escape its range with the barrier of cold looks and colder words. He lets her press her indolent kisses against his shoulder a moment more, then stretches before rolling away. He doesn't go far though. It's only to dispose of the rubber, plunked offhandedly in the wastebin. ]
[ Can't get any weirder, or sugarier, so when he exhales and scooches near Korra again, entwining their legs and tipping a moist kiss to her forehead, he puts it down to the whole general unreality of today, and lets his eyes slip shut. A shower and a snack would be welcome. But for the moment, he's content to drowse, her hair spread out around him and her pulse thubbing against his skin. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ Can't get any weirder, or sugarier, so when he exhales and scooches near Korra again, entwining their legs and tipping a moist kiss to her forehead, he puts it down to the whole general unreality of today, and lets his eyes slip shut. A shower and a snack would be welcome. But for the moment, he's content to drowse, her hair spread out around him and her pulse thubbing against his skin. ]