[ For a moment, both Hei and Korra regard his hands with interest. Korra's words are strange in his ear -- a series of pebbles skipping through water, fanning blue ripples in their wake. He's not sure if it's that, or the weight of her skull on his shoulder, that triggers a little shiver. Turning his head by degrees, he stares at the mass of dark hair against his shirt. Under the harsh lamps, it looks like a light-streaked puddle of oil, reflecting a riot of colours from the surrounding red-and-purple upholstery. Lifting a hand, Hei slips his fingers through the strands. They feel cool and soft; liquid rivers of silk. ]
Yeah.
[ He's not sure, exactly, what he's agreeing to. He just knows that she smells like the peculiar freshness by a river. Her body-heat shushes and flows through him like a river, too, the water of her words winding through his veins. Dipping his head, Hei nudges the tip of his nose against hers. Underneath the floor, the music gains volume, rumbling across the carpet and walls. The brightness from the lamps makes Hei feel dizzy. Closing his eyelids, he leans in, and there's nothing but Korra's mouth. His lips pluck at hers, sealing at the corner of her mouth, sucking softly and then, in a slow slipslide, press the tip of his tongue against it and trailing it across the seam of her lips, parting them to deepen the kiss. ]
[ Sweet, warm flesh -- simple and uncomplicated, promising only that and no more. ]
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Yeah.
[ He's not sure, exactly, what he's agreeing to. He just knows that she smells like the peculiar freshness by a river. Her body-heat shushes and flows through him like a river, too, the water of her words winding through his veins. Dipping his head, Hei nudges the tip of his nose against hers. Underneath the floor, the music gains volume, rumbling across the carpet and walls. The brightness from the lamps makes Hei feel dizzy. Closing his eyelids, he leans in, and there's nothing but Korra's mouth. His lips pluck at hers, sealing at the corner of her mouth, sucking softly and then, in a slow slipslide, press the tip of his tongue against it and trailing it across the seam of her lips, parting them to deepen the kiss. ]
[ Sweet, warm flesh -- simple and uncomplicated, promising only that and no more. ]