[It's probably for the best that the mood was broken. Korra can't keep running from this situation with Chekov forever, and the tiny part of her that acknowledges she's running knows it.
She stops by the door and leans up for one last kiss.]
[ Hei leans into the kiss with a half-smile, biting back a wry retort: Thanks for not burning my kitchen. His hands shift to fit in the curve of her waist, tugging her closer. His mouth is insistent on hers, as if he's changed his mind about a sequel; as if he's halfway prepared to yank her back indoors and pick up where they left off in the kitchen. Everything in him surges towards it, resolve eclipsed by old habit and selfishness. ]
[ Instead he breaks the kiss on a slow exhale. Loosens his hold on her, putting her back lightly but firmly. The corners of his lips quirk -- both It was nothing and I have no idea what I'm doing here. ] Hm. [ Articulate as always. ]
[....seriously, you're the worst. You give her something to think about and then you drive all the thoughts out of her head with a kiss like that. She blinks owlishly at him when he pulls away and tries to remember how to speak.]
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She stops by the door and leans up for one last kiss.]
Thanks for lunch.
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[ Instead he breaks the kiss on a slow exhale. Loosens his hold on her, putting her back lightly but firmly. The corners of his lips quirk -- both It was nothing and I have no idea what I'm doing here. ] Hm. [ Articulate as always. ]
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...bye.
[She leaves, a little dizzy and very confused.]
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[ Now please excuse him. He has some, ahem. Steam to let off. ]