poly_chromatic | ♦ ♦ 25TH CONTRACT

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darker than black - hei

♦ ♦ 25TH CONTRACT

... This is pathetic. How the hell am I supposed to go out like this? I can't even cross the street without getting strange looks. It's like I'm a frea - gjrjzarg

[ The device jolts into video-mode as it clatters to the floor -- facedown. There are sounds of scuffle offscreen. Glasses smashing. A man's startled yell -- aborted by a thud. Then: a female voice -- one of those smoky contralto registers. Any other time, it'd sound attractive. ]

[ Right now? It's just frigorific. ]

Back off. I'm armed. You're not. Consider this in detail.

[ Guess who got genderswapped while visiting the Underground? Ask Hei about his day. He dares you. ]

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[ Home: He'll be in the bathroom -- trying to settle to the new body. His hair falls in choppy hanks around his scowling face. There's a dark pile of snipped-off locks in the wastebin, and a box of bandaids overturned in the sink. He rubs at the steamy mirror with his palms, smearing the glass, breathing slowly around words even he doesn't immediately register as cursing. ]

[ Out and About: No plum-red lips. No hair-flips. No swivel-hips. He emerges from a clothing store in nondescript clothes -- baggy blue jeans, a plaid flannel shirt and a hooded-down parka in dull brown. Smaller boots rub at his heels and toes through ugly socks. Inspecting himself in a store window, he wrinkles up his nose and scowls. Ugh. ]

[ Move along, gentlemen. Nothing sweet or kittenish about this little number. There's an unwomanly directness in those eyes. Stay the hell away. ]

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[Even with the heat, the hot water feels so good on her muscles (which aren't sore, per se, but still quite aware of how much they did last night). She tilts her head back to look at him when he perches behind her instead of sliding in.]

Aren't you coming in?

[She leans into his hands, enjoying the touch, but she'd like it better if he were in with her.]

In a bit. [ It's hummed under his breath -- on this particular voice, the sound is lazier, more ariose. From this angle, he enjoys the view of Korra's smooth golden back, the beads of her spine. With the heel of his hand, he presses firmly into a spot near her shoulder-blade -- one of the benefits of breaking bodies down into mechanical segments, as in Hei's profession, is learning the tension centers. While usually he uses the knowledge to administer excruciating pain, right now, he's aiming for relief. ]

[ The roteness of the task makes it easy to remember himself. Even if he is stuck in a different package. Leaning in, he presses a kiss to the nape of her neck. ]

I don't give back-rubs for free.

[ It's implicit that he'll expect some form of repayment. ]

[Okay wow that was a moan. Korra had forgotten how good massages can feel. She wraps her arms around her knees and leans forward, giving him better access to her back. For once, the transactional implication doesn't bother her. She's too warm and tingly and high on kisses and oh man, this feels so good.

Whatever repayment he wants, he'll have earned it.]

[ That moan reverberates off the tiled walls and climbs up Hei's spine. He feels his lips curl at the corners, as he digs his thumbs into the sides of those shoulderblades, leaning in to use gravity for leverage. He knows he can be good when he wants to be, but that doesn't mean it's not nice to hear. Reducing Korra to a pile of boneless jelly has its own rewards, most of them ego-related. ]

[ Lips against her nape, he murmurs, ]

I should be insulted. All that trouble, and I rarely hear you get so loud.

[ Not that he's stopping the back-rub. His hands, fine-boned and tapering, continue on their path, massaging down her spine. ]

That was [hitch in her breath as he finds another spot] luck. [She shivers at the brush of his lips on her neck. A part of her wants to tug him in and move things along, and another part of her will hurt him if he stops.]

[ He does plan to get in eventually. With every hitched sound she makes -- each one shooting little electric eels up his spine, and an aching sort of warmth between his thighs -- it's becoming intensely appealing. Still, he keeps on. Going deep and doing it efficiently, a knee braced between Korra's shoulders now to help her along. Listening for any hint that the pressure is too much for her to take, as his thumbs dig under the wings of her shoulders and focus on the tightness there. ]

Luck? [ Languidly, he leans over her to see her face. From this angle, he knows how he'll look to Korra -- black hair, dark eyes and a soft-edged smile in the wafting steam. ] No such thing in my experience.

Hmph. [She makes a face at him, and leans up to press a kiss to his chin.] Maybe a little talent too.

[ Hei's eyelids drop lower at that touch, gaze darkening. Angling his head, he treats her to a kiss of his own, upside-down, a little awkward, but perfectly on-point, teeth catching and sucking her lower-lip before he breaks to straighten again. The pads of his fingers nudge at the base of her neck, encouraging her to bend forward before he skims his knuckles down the center of Korra's spine, running his thumbs firmly against the muscles.]

[ It's only after he's completed that careful assault on her shoulder-knots that he lets his hands slide up and around her, pushing under Korra's arms to cup her breasts. Leaning in, he lightly kisses the gleaming tip of her shoulder, then up and up, along her neck and the shell of her ear, tongue circling smooth and slick. ]

Mmmmmmmm. [She had no idea how much she needed that. She smiles and sighs as his hands make their way to her front and his lips make their way up her neck.

But there's one problem.]

Come on.

[She pulls away and -- awkwardly but with surprisingly little splashing -- turns around to face him.]

Seriously. It's weird having you all fully clothed behind me. [She wants to plaaaaaaaaay.]

I -- [ Hei sets his teeth against his lower-lip. For a moment the look on his face is completely devoid of its usual cool reserve. The eyes go shiny with unease, darting left then right to take internal soundings. Because while it's apparent that this body isn't unresponsive, that he can employ almost all his usual tricks with it -- he's unsure of it's more intimate capacities. Can he actually get off in this form? Learning how to do that is apparently something women spend ages training themselves in. He's only been in this body a few hours. ]

[ You're overthinking it. Even so, he feels a faint blush rise up his neck, spreading across his face. Finally, a little sulky, ] All right. [ Furtive -- nervous but unwilling under any circumstances to show it -- he discards the shirt, hair fluffing messily around his face. The sarashi follows, more slowly, then the trousers. He has no underwear on beneath. Slipping into the tub with a little plop -- almost slipping, his instinctive grace somewhere absent -- he regards Korra from the corner of a dilated eye. ]

[He may not be willing to show it, but Korra catches hints of it -- in his pause, the slowness of his movement, the pinkness at his neck that can't be just from the hot water. It's kind of endearing, seeing him almost-shy.

She reaches out to tug him against her, back to chest, a reversal of their usual positions.]

[ Hei resists -- almost with a violent jerk -- before he lets her wrap herself around him. It's not distrust, but it is very much instinctive. He never puts his back to anyone. Where he'd avoided glancing at the mirror before, now he locks both eyes on it. Again: instinct. Keeping Korra perfectly in his sights. Seeing where she puts her hands. For the second time, he's struck by the picture they make. His own body all pale gold, the lines of him like licks of flame. Korra darker by contrast, glossy and smooth like something poured from rare rich toffee. His legs stretch out in front of him, the feet unfamiliar except for one little detail -- the second toe is longer than the first. ]

[ Settling carefully against Korra, he lets his head loll against her shoulder. Not kissing, but gazing at her with a wry expression, dark-eyed, absorbed. ]

You really are enjoying this too much.

[She notices the jerk -- how could she not? -- and immediately stops until he relaxes. (Relaxes isn't quite the right word...Adjusts, perhaps.) She's glad he does. It feels nice, holding him like this. For the moment, she just wraps her arms around his waist in a loose hug.]

No more than you usually do. [with a kiss to the top of his head]

Tell me how this feels. [This she says in a kiss behind his ear, as a hand comes up to lightly stroke the top of his breasts, slowly working her way down to the nipple. He's usually not sensitive here...she's curious if that's different now.]

[ It'd be so easy to disconnect from this scene. He's done it enough times on more unpleasant assignments. Better to detach completely, then to pay the psychic price of acknowledging what your body, a smililarcum of your mind, are doing. His head feels so light, anyway, as if his brain has floated up to the ceiling and is stuck there like a lost balloon. Snugged up against Korra, he watches their reflections. The expression on his face isn't aroused so much as ... tepid. Whole body inert. Like a big doll Korra is fooling around with. ]

[ No more than you usually do. He has no idea why that makes him so self-conscious. His skin goes fiery. Avoiding looking at the mirror now, Hei watches her hands stroke one breast. Which is. There. That's all he wants to think about. It's there, and that is all. Instead he tries to focus on other details. The slippery warmth of Korra's skin against his, her breasts against the plane of his back, her lips behind his ear, the ticklish-hot sensation of them. Trying to make this palatable, to own this experience. ]

[ To her question, almost apologetically, ]

They're not ... I'm not sensitive. Not like you are. [ Hesitantly, his hands cover hers. Fingers twining, but not stopping her. ] It's not that I'm numb. But it just feels like holding hands. [ What a waste of space. He'd said as much to a few lovers with little sensation in their breasts, who didn't understand why he'd want to play with them. Now he wishes he hadn't been so scornful. ]

[He doesn't stop her, but she stops anyway, squeezing his fingers before moving their twined hands back down to his waist. Just holding him right now because he seems so uncomfortable.]

Okay. [Left unsaid: Nothing to be sorry for. Bodies are different; one of the many things she learned, working in the Underground, interacting with all different kinds of people. Too much information, she had thought at the time, but it's made her a more open-minded person.

She kisses his neck.]

What do you wanna do? [She'd been planning to let her hands explore downward, but she doesn't want to do that if he's not into it.]

[ Part of Hei is -- relieved? grateful? -- when she drops her hands. But the uncertainty, however justified, is braided too closely with helplessness in his mind. He doesn't do helpless. Certainly doesn't shy away from trying something new. His expression, in the mirror, seems intimidated, which is a look Hei hasn't seen on his own face in years. It isn't reassuring. On a deep breath, he tries to expel the strong sense of disconnect, to bring his consciousness back to the Now. ]

[ The kiss on his neck has his eyelashes fluttering over hazy eyes. Still keeping his fingers laced with Korra's, he brings them to a breast. No fluttery touches. He lets the weight settle against Korra's palm. Lets her closed fingers catch against the nipple, to see how much pressure and tugging it can take. The sensation is uncomfortable at first. But as he makes her fingers stretch and then snap the nipple, there's a short shock of sensation, prickling under his skin, making his hips stir. ]

[ Oh. ]

[ Tipping his head back, he lets his open mouth press against Korra's pulsepoint, moist and halfway to biting. ] Keep going. Don't be so delicate.

[She's surprised when he brings her hands back to his breasts, but lets him take the lead. She likes how they feel, their softness and heft.

Don't be so delicate. Her lips twitch in a grin. Those are words she doesn't hear often. She reaches up with her other hand and pinches both nipples at once. She rolls them in her fingers, alternately tugging each, keeping her attention on his reactions (even as her own nipples twinge jealously and his lips on her neck do their best to lure her away).]

[ Hei's version of tame generally tends to be most peoples' version of rough, much in the same way Hei getting vocal is anyone else's idea of quiet. Korra's aggression is welcome -- not only because it matches with his usual preference and because it blots out all other thought. ]

[ One hand grabs the side of the tub, an increasingly white-knuckled grip as Korra continues. His mouth is parted around low huffs of breath against her neck, the edge of teeth leaving darkish prints against her skin. With the thick fall of hair hanging over his face, his expression is hard to see. But every once in awhile, a low-pitched noise ekes out of him and his hips rock. The breasts seethe with a completely unfamiliar feeling -- almost painful, except Hei can feel a stickiness between his legs every time he shifts them under the water, every time he takes a deep breath. ]

[Her fingers get increasingly rough. She wishes she could take them in her mouth & bite and lick as well as pinch & tug -- it gets a little boring, doing the same thing over and over again. She can tell he's enjoying it, but it's not as obvious a reaction as when she gives him a blowjob. The occasional sound and shift of his hips are nice, but just not as satisfying.

Her left hand keeps tugging, occasionally adding little spikes of nail, but her right hand lets go. She trails it down his torso, hard enough to leave a trail of irritated skin, until she reaches that space between his legs. She grabs a handful of the coarse hair and tugs, the heel of her hand pressing against his covered clit.]

[ In any other frame of mind, Hei wouldn't mind mixing it up a little -- experimenting with the sensations of her mouth and teeth. But this isn't his usual dance; he doesn't know all the steps. The fingernails of her left hand tweak the nipple, fingers massaging the flesh, and a bright heat roars up through him. When her right hand withdraws, the abandoned breast feels heavy, a riot of warm aches and thumping sensations that matches between his thighs. His ribs shift underneath her raking fingernails; when he realizes where her palm is headed, the muscles in his thighs twitch as his legs strain to close themselves -- protest, resistance, instinct. ]

[ Then she's tugging the patch of curls there, the heel of her palm an unexpected pressure, and Hei's hips jerks upwards in a sudden violent convulsion. It's not pleasure or pain -- it's blindsided surprise. A low, raw gasp catches in his throat. Squirming so he's sideways, no longer with his back to Korra, he stares at her from a screen of tangled hair. The expression on his face is a little flushed, a little unsure of what's going on; a little unravelled. ]

[ Then the usual itch for control suffuses him -- and he pitches forward, mouth catching in an openmouthed kiss against hers while his own hand covers the one between his thighs. ]

Edited (no spellings will be right ever c:) 2013-05-25 00:19 (UTC)

Woah hey!! [Korra's reminded of those times when she touched a part of Naga the polar bear dog didn't like and she would go from quiet enjoyment to snarling anger in less than a heartbeat. She tries to back up, to give him whatever space he needs, but there's nowhere to backup to.]

I'm sorry. I didn't -- [And then he's kissing her, but it's hard to get into it when he's half-wild. Not with passion, not with desire, but not with anger either.]

Hey! [muffled, gasped between kisses] Hey, calm down.

[ Control. Assertion. Snatching his bearings. The instincts are what drive Hei at any ordinary time. Right now, flatfooted and wobbly, the situation is doing nothing to dissipate them. It's a system of understanding that's completely ill-fitted to the position he's in, to the sensations he's experiencing. It would scare him, if it didn't also feel good. His heels thump against the tub, one palm flattened against the cool surface at the edge, the fingers of his right hand knotted tight with Korra's. ]

[ Distantly, he hears her apology, and that urging to Calm down. With effort, he tries. Breath by breath, muscle by muscle, until each inhale-exhale against Korra's mouth is something close to controlled, and the only hint of physical agitation is a faint tremor running underneath his skin. His breasts and sex are boiling with heat, and there's a tick-tock sort of motion to his hips, though he has no awareness of moving them. ]

[ When he draws back, the rise of his cheeks is blotchy with blushes, and his eyes are darkly blue and dazed. ]

That was [ a dry swallow ] unexpected.

[She cup his cheek in her hand, running her thumb gently against the skin. She resists the urge to finger him with her other hand; she recognizes the rocking motion of his hips, but she doesn't want to freak him out again.]

Yeah, I'll say. [She leans forward to very lightly brush her lips against his, a soothing touch more than anything else.] Do you want to stop?

[ A handspan of seconds go by in which Hei considers her question. Korra's mouth brushes against his; he dips to catch her lower-lip between his teeth, sucking almost contemplatively before he lets go. The tension still resonating in his limbs -- it's not all arousal -- is contradicted by his reply. ]

No.

[ His fingers are still laced with hers. There's a moment of -- not hesitation but self-reflection -- before he swallows with an audible click in his throat. Slowly, he moves her hand with his. Brilliant shafts of deja vu carve across his brain as he shows Korra how to cup that damp patch of hair before pressing her fingers inwards. Hot, wet and ... familiar. He's done this enough times for other women as a mechanical duty. To make a girl come, you play with her clit. But now he understands -- or at least he thinks he does -- what Amber sometimes said about boys never doing it quite right. No roughness -- not yet anyway. He guides her hand to graze the flat of a finger softly over the clit and down to the opening. The muscles of the insides of his thighs tic beneath the touch and he draws in a hitched breath. ]

[ It's ...strange. Not terrible, not spectacular, but there's a relief that tails the contact, like an itch finding welcome friction. ]

[This is the first time Korra's done this for someone other than herself. It's strange, trying to do what she normally does. She hadn't realize just how much she depends on instinct and feeling. It's so much harder with Hei, who reacts differently, isn't as demonstrative. She rubs him gently, letting him control the movement of her hand.

But not everything. She trails little bites and kisses down his neck. Her swinging breasts brush against his, sending shivers throughout her body.]

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