[ If Hei notices the man glancing at them, he gives no indication. Maybe it's the violence, or the smell of Korra's scent, or the entirely seedy thrill of having his hands down her jeans in public -- but he's entirely consumed by Korra's reactions. There is an inaudible fuzz, all around her, like the sonic equivalent of haze from burning wood. When she whines, he hears it clearly. There seems to be some hitherto unknown scientific law at work, causing almost all the hundreds of human exclamations to dissolve in the troposphere, while Korra's own soft sounds gather volume in exact proportion to the emotion bubbling in them. ]
[ Against her nape, he makes a slow exhalation. The hand, encircling her waist, settles itself just below her navel, gathering her in tight against his body. He holds her there, letting her feel the beginnings of his erection against the slope of her ass. The hard metal of his belt digs into her backbone as he rocks in close. Two of his fingers are between her legs, pushing the soaked gusset of her panties against her, making her feel how the fabric sticks to her. With his free hand, he strokes her belly, her ribs, then covers her breast easily. At first the pressure is warmly casual, but it grows quickly into something demanding and fierce. ]
[ All around him, shapes of people jostle and chatter. At the ring, Blue feints another roundhouse and, when Red drops his guard hand, sets both feet and jumps, right arm cocked like a pistol's hammer, fist slamming into Red's face. The deep gash splits wider over the eyebrow. Not knowing what to do, Red bear hugs Blue, tying his arms up. Blood's spurting out the side of his face and he's spat the mouthpiece out. They butt foreheads and, viola, the other eyebrow opens up. The kid's dribbling blood all over the damn place. ]
[ Only a matter of time, Hei knows, before he drops. ]
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[ Against her nape, he makes a slow exhalation. The hand, encircling her waist, settles itself just below her navel, gathering her in tight against his body. He holds her there, letting her feel the beginnings of his erection against the slope of her ass. The hard metal of his belt digs into her backbone as he rocks in close. Two of his fingers are between her legs, pushing the soaked gusset of her panties against her, making her feel how the fabric sticks to her. With his free hand, he strokes her belly, her ribs, then covers her breast easily. At first the pressure is warmly casual, but it grows quickly into something demanding and fierce. ]
[ All around him, shapes of people jostle and chatter. At the ring, Blue feints another roundhouse and, when Red drops his guard hand, sets both feet and jumps, right arm cocked like a pistol's hammer, fist slamming into Red's face. The deep gash splits wider over the eyebrow. Not knowing what to do, Red bear hugs Blue, tying his arms up. Blood's spurting out the side of his face and he's spat the mouthpiece out. They butt foreheads and, viola, the other eyebrow opens up. The kid's dribbling blood all over the damn place. ]
[ Only a matter of time, Hei knows, before he drops. ]