[ Dimly, Hei registers that this is a control-game. ]
[ His limbs are leaden and lazy, and it's on a slow exhale that he half-reclines against the couch. There's something naughty -- ticklish -- about Korra's smile. It's infectious; he feels his own lips twitching at the corners. She's acting like she's asserting her right to something that might, if she's too tepid, be in dispute. He can't help but get the sense that she's replaying a wicked little revenge scenario in her head, before she subjects him to the real deal. ]
[ Ordinarily he'd never be so amiable. But the drug still creeps through his bloodstream, warping everything, especially this moment, into a bubble where nothing can go wrong. It won't last. But while it does, he's willing to run with it. ]
All right, [ he murmurs, settling his palms flat on the cushions. There's another word that gets lost somewhere under his breath, but it sounds vaguely like Bossy. He's unprepared for how much it endears and amuses him in equal parts. ]
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[ His limbs are leaden and lazy, and it's on a slow exhale that he half-reclines against the couch. There's something naughty -- ticklish -- about Korra's smile. It's infectious; he feels his own lips twitching at the corners. She's acting like she's asserting her right to something that might, if she's too tepid, be in dispute. He can't help but get the sense that she's replaying a wicked little revenge scenario in her head, before she subjects him to the real deal. ]
[ Ordinarily he'd never be so amiable. But the drug still creeps through his bloodstream, warping everything, especially this moment, into a bubble where nothing can go wrong. It won't last. But while it does, he's willing to run with it. ]
All right, [ he murmurs, settling his palms flat on the cushions. There's another word that gets lost somewhere under his breath, but it sounds vaguely like Bossy. He's unprepared for how much it endears and amuses him in equal parts. ]