[She doesn't protest when he pulls away; just watches him with half-lidded eyes, wondering what will come next. She's pleasantly surprised when he comes back.
Enjoy it while it lasts. The thought tries to be a threat, but she's buzzed enough to take it as a pleasant suggestion instead. She rests her head on his shoulder, her hand on his stomach, and closes her eyes.]
[ Her moist skin smells slightly musky and warm. Sticky, but not completely unpleasant. Hei hitches his arm more snugly around her shoulders, wriggling the leg half over hers. Pillowed as she is on his shoulder, Korra's drowsy voice makes a thrum at the base of his throat. Thank you? The abysmal sadness of this stuns him into silence for a moment. She shouldn't have to thank him. Not for basic decency. It's a reminder of how easy she'd be to warp, to accept certain cruelties and distances as How Things Are, because she has no standard comparisons. ]
[ Nuzzling his nose in her hair, he murmurs, ]
Not exactly suffering for my art, Korra.
[ Whatever said Art entails. He can almost hear Amber drawling. Tsk, tsk. We don't suffer. It's the others who do. He tries not to think about it. Or about Amber -- that cordite-and-apples scent, the soft tickle of green hair, the pleasantly cool skin on his own. Instead, ] Take a nap, all right? [ Because if she's planning to stay the night, she'll need all the sleep she can get. (Hei's own mind is too overflowing for rest. After a while, when he's sure Korra won't wake if he moves, he'll slip out of bed. Maybe finish the jelly languishing uneaten on the bedside table before waking her for Round Two.) ]
[She snorts in amusement. "Art", to her sleepy mind, conjures images of men in funny hats with paintbrushes. The idea of Hei in a funny hat would make her laugh if her body wasn't so heavy.]
Mmm.
[She should think about Jinora and Lin...but she doesn't. Her mind is on the here & now: the warm weight of his arm around her, the slight tickle of his nose in her hair, the faint throbbing of budding bruises. She's satisfied and sleepy and a nap sounds like a perfect idea. It doesn't take her long to drift off.]
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Sunday! \^^/
Enjoy it while it lasts. The thought tries to be a threat, but she's buzzed enough to take it as a pleasant suggestion instead. She rests her head on his shoulder, her hand on his stomach, and closes her eyes.]
Thank you.
Sunday! \^^/
[ Nuzzling his nose in her hair, he murmurs, ]
Not exactly suffering for my art, Korra.
[ Whatever said Art entails. He can almost hear Amber drawling. Tsk, tsk. We don't suffer. It's the others who do. He tries not to think about it. Or about Amber -- that cordite-and-apples scent, the soft tickle of green hair, the pleasantly cool skin on his own. Instead, ] Take a nap, all right? [ Because if she's planning to stay the night, she'll need all the sleep she can get. (Hei's own mind is too overflowing for rest. After a while, when he's sure Korra won't wake if he moves, he'll slip out of bed. Maybe finish the jelly languishing uneaten on the bedside table before waking her for Round Two.) ]
Sunday! \^^/
Mmm.
[She should think about Jinora and Lin...but she doesn't. Her mind is on the here & now: the warm weight of his arm around her, the slight tickle of his nose in her hair, the faint throbbing of budding bruises. She's satisfied and sleepy and a nap sounds like a perfect idea. It doesn't take her long to drift off.]