[ Fun (creepy) fact. Hei never snogs with his eyes shut. His gaze is half-shuttered and languid when it meets Korra's one big eye. She almost radiates uncertainty. He can't blame her. Fizzling on heat and hormones, all their usual encounters have been a rapid-fire trajectory to sex. That's what she expects here too. He breaks from the kiss to murmur wryly against her lips, ] Whoever hooks up with you after me will either want to kill me or shake my hand.

[ How many girls opt for fucking over necking, after all? He holds her eyes for a moment more, then seems to take pity on her and drops his gaze, fixing it instead on her blouse. He lightly draws up the hem, fingertips cool and teasing on her belly. Bunches it up to kiss the point of each breast through the material of her bra, not a seduction, but as if he's relearning her contours, before letting the fabric slip back down again. ]

[ She can probably feel his arousal trapped beneath her through his jeans. But instead of pressing her for more, he lightly nudges her off. There's a heavy thrum in his veins, but his voice is level as he says ] I'll expect a sequel later. Unless you want more dirty looks from the neighbors when you leave today.