[ Hei watches the thoughts darkening her blue gaze. They seem to echo the ideas that swim like eels in the churning waters of his skull. Is he so selfish, so shallow, that he still sees her as sub-human? A thing, a buffet of erogenous orifices -- but disposable? It's true, the physical quotient of their relationship is high. It's true, he enjoys the fact that she's so unmistakably, lushly female. Sexually, he's delighted with every inch of her; she might almost be a toy designed for no purpose but to bring him to orgasm. Does that mean it's all he's after? Maybe it's just her passion he wants. Just the way he fits in her pussy. Maybe it's just her adoration and sweetness. He doesn't want her. ]
[ Hei shakes his head clear. ]
[ The room has begun to glow amber in the diffused early-morning sunlight. Korra's big eyes are a little crumbly with sleep, but still startlingly beautiful, in his opinion. The irises, all blue and aquamarine, glowing like illuminated supernovas. Something in him flares -- quiet and red-hot. It's not desire. But it is a strange sort of tenderness. Sure, the wrapping is different. But it's still Korra. Sex and fighting is the duet they sing, what makes them good together. But they're just getting in tune. This is simply one of those hitches in the rhythm. ]
I guess it is. [ He squeezes her wrist. Pauses, then asks, ] What -- exactly did you have in mind?
[ It's not capitulation. But it is a concession. ]
no subject
[ Hei shakes his head clear. ]
[ The room has begun to glow amber in the diffused early-morning sunlight. Korra's big eyes are a little crumbly with sleep, but still startlingly beautiful, in his opinion. The irises, all blue and aquamarine, glowing like illuminated supernovas. Something in him flares -- quiet and red-hot. It's not desire. But it is a strange sort of tenderness. Sure, the wrapping is different. But it's still Korra. Sex and fighting is the duet they sing, what makes them good together. But they're just getting in tune. This is simply one of those hitches in the rhythm. ]
I guess it is. [ He squeezes her wrist. Pauses, then asks, ] What -- exactly did you have in mind?
[ It's not capitulation. But it is a concession. ]