[ Taking Korra through the rhythm, Hei marvels at her smoothness, her grace, while the DJ rips seamlessly through a hot track. While it's habit for him to scan and scope, the flashing lights and blurred bodies make it difficult to draw a bead on anything. Instead he focuses on Korra, steering her round with playful hands, bumping against her as they move in the juddering lines of sound, breathing in the alcohol-tinged sweat on the dancefloor. Eyes closed a good deal of the time, because sight tells him so little. Letting the other senses take over: smell of smoke, booze and bodies, moist heat enveloping his skin, at once sexy and a little repulsive if you stop to think about it. Best to keep moving, absorb the beat, let the sweat flow. Thinking much less of the crowded room than of the image in his mind's eye of a clear starry sky -- limitless space to be solitary in, nothing more at risk in his solitude than his own life. ]
[ It's the closest someone like Hei ever gets to feeling at peace. ]
[ Sliding his palms along Korra's sides and behind her, Hei pulls her against him, feeling the warm shape of her against his clothes. Jumble and flurry of sounds and lights, yet there's a comfort at her proximity; her sweetness radiating everywhere like the energy off a starburst. ]
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[ It's the closest someone like Hei ever gets to feeling at peace. ]
[ Sliding his palms along Korra's sides and behind her, Hei pulls her against him, feeling the warm shape of her against his clothes. Jumble and flurry of sounds and lights, yet there's a comfort at her proximity; her sweetness radiating everywhere like the energy off a starburst. ]