[ Hei doesn't pay Korra much mind; just stretches out across the couch instead. A wave of fuzziness creeps at the corners of his vision; it's an effort to move his mouth. ] Whenever we're done fucking, that flood between your legs isn't mine. [ It's clear from his expression -- half-lidded, almost-smiling -- how little he minds that fact. Reaching out -- his hand feels like a slab of meat -- he threads his fingers into her hair. Tugs her closer, enough to press a drowsy kiss at the corner of her mouth. ]
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