[ Hugged up close to Korra, their feet occasionally colliding, Hei feels both stoned and weightless, the bass and drums throbbing in the pit of his gut. The music is fast, but they've slowed down. Down into almost a grind, a grind done in their own private bubble. Hands spanning her torso, he holds her tightly, feeling the architecture of her under her clothes, all hot-damp with sweat: ridge of hipbone, sweet slope of belly under his thumbs while his palms find her ribs. He barely skims his fingertips across her breasts -- the touch more affectionate than seductive. ]
[ For him, the first dance is always crap. He's trying to get his levels of awareness down from the height they're in, to shut out unnecessary stimuli and go with the beat, and it's always a long time before he gets a feel for how he's going to segue into the song. He's used to something like an antennae that tries to catch the flow of an invisible current that runs between the music and the dance. The flow dissipates and then and loops back on itself. Mostly, it eludes Hei. But tonight he feels that familiar rush, the flow catching him and pulling him into the center -- there's nothing so sweet, not even fighting or sex. ]
[ By the end of the third track he's sunk right into the loop, moving Korra is an easy rise and fall, not long, but long enough to make him want more of her. Tipping his head low, he lets his lips brush against hers. It's almost a questioning touch. ]
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[ For him, the first dance is always crap. He's trying to get his levels of awareness down from the height they're in, to shut out unnecessary stimuli and go with the beat, and it's always a long time before he gets a feel for how he's going to segue into the song. He's used to something like an antennae that tries to catch the flow of an invisible current that runs between the music and the dance. The flow dissipates and then and loops back on itself. Mostly, it eludes Hei. But tonight he feels that familiar rush, the flow catching him and pulling him into the center -- there's nothing so sweet, not even fighting or sex. ]
[ By the end of the third track he's sunk right into the loop, moving Korra is an easy rise and fall, not long, but long enough to make him want more of her. Tipping his head low, he lets his lips brush against hers. It's almost a questioning touch. ]
[ Do we stay? Or go somewhere else? ]