[ ...Would you rather he'd ripped the clothes off? That would've been a glamorous Walk Of Shame style, for sure. ]
[ A smile flickers on Hei's face as she squirms under the spray. ] This isn't hot. [ Granted, his idea of hot would be enough to hardboil an egg. Reaching past her, he turns the cool tap on. The bathroom light limns the contours of Korra's body, thin golden traceries like the veins on a leaf. There's a scattered cadence to his pulse as she presses close, skin slippery and warm against his. But his touch stays light. Delicately he unhooks her hairpieces and sets them in the soap dish. Takes the bar of cedar charcoal soap, and sweeps the wet hair off her skin, tucking it over her shoulder to wash her back. His lips, meanwhile, play a game of hopscotch across her skin -- kissing the rounds of her shoulder, grazing along the arc of her throat, gnawing the hollow beneath her jaw before tracing his tongue across the shell of her ear, tongue hot on wet skin. ]
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[ A smile flickers on Hei's face as she squirms under the spray. ] This isn't hot. [ Granted, his idea of hot would be enough to hardboil an egg. Reaching past her, he turns the cool tap on. The bathroom light limns the contours of Korra's body, thin golden traceries like the veins on a leaf. There's a scattered cadence to his pulse as she presses close, skin slippery and warm against his. But his touch stays light. Delicately he unhooks her hairpieces and sets them in the soap dish. Takes the bar of cedar charcoal soap, and sweeps the wet hair off her skin, tucking it over her shoulder to wash her back. His lips, meanwhile, play a game of hopscotch across her skin -- kissing the rounds of her shoulder, grazing along the arc of her throat, gnawing the hollow beneath her jaw before tracing his tongue across the shell of her ear, tongue hot on wet skin. ]