[ She screams over the oscillating din, and Hei's smile is slow and faint, almost lazy. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees two young men stare in their direction. He ignores them, face pressed against Korra's hair, dragging in a breath as she rocks against him. Her pores seem to have opened in the swelter and released a veritable sea of beautiful chemical messages. Hard to imagine that once, in the awkward stammering and restrained politeness of their first meeting, she was, scent-wise, a cipher. Now, having met her at the molecular level, it's as if his cortex is hopelessly, painfully, permanently addicted. ]
[ He rubs his fingertips across Korra's clit, rolling and pinching it like a slick ball bearing. Then his palm slides lower, flattening against her pubic bone as he presses between the lips with his fingers, delving into her. Crooking, with an unstancheable pressure, against that spongy sweetspot inside her -- while his free arm locks tight around her. Across them, the young men's eyes dart from between Korra's legs, up to her face, before flicking to his. Their expressions change from surprise to something else. Hei holds their gazes for just a moment. Flat and unblinking -- long enough until they're ready to drop them -- before refocusing on the ring. ]
[ The boxers are weaving in tight figure eights, a ghostlike infinity symbol on a collision course. Red must be seeing black from the bloodgush. He's swabbing at both eyes to clear his vision. Seeing only the outline of Blue, darkly flashing arms and legs. He's lurching away, staring around at nothing. Now he jerks forward, but uncertainly, no finesse or conviction in his movements. He's a sitting duck. When the final blow hits him, it'll come very quickly. ]
[ As quick as Korra? Well. Hei plans to find out. ]
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[ He rubs his fingertips across Korra's clit, rolling and pinching it like a slick ball bearing. Then his palm slides lower, flattening against her pubic bone as he presses between the lips with his fingers, delving into her. Crooking, with an unstancheable pressure, against that spongy sweetspot inside her -- while his free arm locks tight around her. Across them, the young men's eyes dart from between Korra's legs, up to her face, before flicking to his. Their expressions change from surprise to something else. Hei holds their gazes for just a moment. Flat and unblinking -- long enough until they're ready to drop them -- before refocusing on the ring. ]
[ The boxers are weaving in tight figure eights, a ghostlike infinity symbol on a collision course. Red must be seeing black from the bloodgush. He's swabbing at both eyes to clear his vision. Seeing only the outline of Blue, darkly flashing arms and legs. He's lurching away, staring around at nothing. Now he jerks forward, but uncertainly, no finesse or conviction in his movements. He's a sitting duck. When the final blow hits him, it'll come very quickly. ]
[ As quick as Korra? Well. Hei plans to find out. ]