[ The slightest contact of her skin makes him shudder, sending electricity up his spine and out through his pores. But just as he gets used to the sensation -- not sexy, but decidedly pleasant -- she stops. She stops and starts giggling. Hei would be confused -- but there's very little that's pinging his brain right now. Events seem to deliquesce and flow past him, through him, without the faintest stirrings of concern. Instead he reaches out, after a moment's hesitation, and tangles his fingers through her hair. Half-smiling, he tugs her closer. It's a curious phenomenon -- being able to taste someone's laughter, to discern it as a color and texture. Korra's giggles wash over him like a warm golden syrup. ]
[ Leaning in, as if to snatch a taste, he brushes his lips over hers. After a beat, he murmurs, ]
If you can't, then hand me my pants.
[ No, he's not leaving. But he does want the condom stashed in his pockets. ]
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[ Leaning in, as if to snatch a taste, he brushes his lips over hers. After a beat, he murmurs, ]
If you can't, then hand me my pants.
[ No, he's not leaving. But he does want the condom stashed in his pockets. ]