[ A sense of hazy contentment reverberates through Hei's slackened muscles and his slow echoing pulse. Strangely, he doesn't feel the need to be rid of the person he's just had sex with; he doesn't crave distance from the living evidence of what he's fucked. Passing his arms around her, he holds her loosely, until the sweat cools and they're no longer scooping in air to feed strained lungs. But when his muscles begin to cramp, and the familiar claustrophobia creeps in, he immediately lets her go. ]
[ Nudging her off him, he takes a moment to dump the condom in the nearest bin. Rolls his head and shoulders to loosen a crick in his neck, before reaching out to scoop up his clothes. The air carries a renewed chill; he can feel goosebumps rising on his damp skin. All that thrashing about during a fuck raises your temperature, but if you stay in the cold, you lose it all; Amber once teased him, as he was pulling on his pants, that that was the best way to catch a cold. ]
[ Bundling up Korra's clothes, Hei drops them in her lap. ] We should get going.
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[ Nudging her off him, he takes a moment to dump the condom in the nearest bin. Rolls his head and shoulders to loosen a crick in his neck, before reaching out to scoop up his clothes. The air carries a renewed chill; he can feel goosebumps rising on his damp skin. All that thrashing about during a fuck raises your temperature, but if you stay in the cold, you lose it all; Amber once teased him, as he was pulling on his pants, that that was the best way to catch a cold. ]
[ Bundling up Korra's clothes, Hei drops them in her lap. ] We should get going.