[ Hei's eyes flutter shut as she threads her little fingers in his hair. His hand skims up the expanse of Korra's thigh, resting about halfway up; it's a neat movement as he distributes his weight, leaning into her, kissing with teeth and tongue and the burn of spice at the roof of his mouth. His free arm jostles the table, and an empty bottle rolls off the surface and hits the floor with a quiet clink of glass. Not that he cares. For what they share, it's a short kiss. When he parts, it's with a tug of Korra's lower-lip between his teeth. ]
[ Then he's rolling to his feet, a hand already outstretched, an open invitation for her to fit against him, to head to the shower as she'd suggested earlier. ]
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[ Then he's rolling to his feet, a hand already outstretched, an open invitation for her to fit against him, to head to the shower as she'd suggested earlier. ]