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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Hmmm.

[ Slowly, he breathes in, out, in, out. Has another involuntary spasm. Mild discomforts begin to register -- the hard surface of the tub. The cramped space. But the satisfaction is there in the looseness of his limbs, in the way his eyelids drop dark and heavy over his eyes. His fingers are still spread in Korra's hair. Lightly, he tugs her up from off his knee. Catches her lips with his, the taste of himself repassed in a slow sticky kiss. ]

[ His free hand drifts to mold around her breast, weighing it gently, rubbing the nipple with his thumb. It's a gesture full of familiarity and lazy affection -- which in other circumstances would make him uneasy. But right now -- ]

The tub isn't the best spot, if you're up for a Round Two.

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[Round Two? More like Round....she's not even going to count. Or say no. This is just the way she likes it. She hums against his lips and presses harder against him.]

The real question is - are you?

[ Hei's only response is to skim his fingers from Korra's breast down to her wrist. When the kiss breaks, he unfolds his bent legs, rising unsteadily to his feet. Tugs her with him, out of the tub, hair everywhere, skin damp all over. It's only a moment to reach for the towels, to dry first himself then her off. Not exactly clean, but they'll need a wash again after this is finished anyway. ]

[ Leaving the pile of wet towels on the vanity, he guides her back to his room. Tips her into bed, the mattress creaking under their combined weight. It's a moment of maneuvering before he pins Korra under him, one leg threading between hers, the sharp jut of hipbone pressed against damp warmth -- such a small spot of his body exploding with a sensation that quickly envelops him. Korra is all softness and heat, a combination that's both familiar and thrilling. ]

[She'll never admit it, but Korra really enjoys being towel-dried. She never used to use towels before -- she could waterbend herself dry. It's not that using towels herself now stings or feels like some kind of cruel reminder of what she's lost, but when Hei dries her, it's easier to focus on the texture and the way it feels against her body. Make it something intimate, not utilitarian.

She lets him guide her to the bedroom and pin her to the mattress. She wraps her arms around him, enjoying the way their breasts rub against each other, and tangles her legs with his.]

[ Hei's head, pleasantly cloudy from the climax, clears a bit as he tangles with Korra, teasing and sparking with lips and hands. Her skin still feels moist and slightly cool from the bath; he wants to stretch out the moments before he moves to the next step, filling them up with warm butterflied kisses across her throat, the rounds of her shoulders, the curve of breasts, his hands stroking and exploring. ]

[ Eventually, he lifts his hips a degree, enough room to slip a palm between them. He presses the pads of two fingers across Korra's clit, a pressure that moves from teasing to purposeful. If her skin is cool, this part of her is the opposite. His thigh presses against the rest of her sex, upping the friction, the small patch of hair prickling and tickling his skin as he drags his teeth across one of Korra's nipples before drawing it into his mouth. ]

[Her breathing is steady but thick as he kisses her. Her own hands wander his body, tracing the lines of his bones, brushing the sides of his breasts, scraping gently over his scars. (She could spend hours just like this, just touching and kissing.)

The touch on her clit elicits a gasp, and she digs her nails into his shoulders. Her toes curl in a kind of giddy pleasure.]

[ She gasps, all hot bite of nails against his skin, and Hei looks up at her through his lashes and smiles. A little wicked, a little soft. Gently, he rubs her clit until his fingers are slicked, before slipping them lower, two digits pressing into her -- in and out, wet sounds and pressure. His mouth worries her nipple between gentle-to-sharp teeth, before sucking kisses over to her other breast. He draws the nipple hard into his mouth, feeling it pebble between his lips, and then lets it pop free. ]

[ Eventually, as the greed builds into a quiet hum under his veins, he dips lower, tracing short, biting kisses along the line of Korra's body. Settling between her thighs, he nudges her knees apart. Even from here, scent of her hits him like distilled lunacy. (It's the same alchemy -- different yet similar, he realizes -- which made him go down on Amber with such cyclical frequency.) He slides lower to plant a kiss on one hipbone, then the other. Blows gently on her damp sex -- a cool-hot gust of air -- before he leans in. Licking around the entrance of his own fingers, then up to Korra's clit, teasing it with just the tip of his tongue. ]

Hynnnng! [She grabs his hair as her hips buck up. But there's no frustration or impatience. She's played out enough that she can enjoy these little touches without needing things to move on faster.]

[ Hei's not sure if it's a quality particular to this body, or the melted-taffy mood stirred by the sunlit air -- but he's content to take his time. Parting her legs wider, he lifts her knees gently over his shoulders, ankles crossed at his nape. Laps at her clit with a soft patience, before he goes lower, licking into her folds like pudding off the sides of a bowl, his open mouth pressed tight against her. She's probably wrung out enough from last night that the climax he's after now is suffused deep in her tissues, needing to be patiently gathered up from the edges, through her boneless languor. ]

[ His hands make soothing sweeps across her fevery skin, thighs and flanks and breasts. The wet friction of his lapping tongue is a small steady sound in the silent room. There's another sound, lower, just as steady, vibrating in his throat. His eyes stay locked on her over the recumbent line of her body. Watching her, even as he lets her sink into the sensations, the endlessly prolonged moment. ]

[ When she does come, he's curious as to whether it'll be a sharp crest or a slow-blooming convulsion. ]

[His light touch makes her breasts tingle and ache. One hand breaks from his hair to tease and pinch her nipples. Her eyes flutter closed, the better to focus on everything she's feeling.]

Hmmmmmm. [She shivers and sighs. This is nice. Warm and soft and comforting. She doesn't feel like she's falling off a cliff; it's more like something wrapped tight inside her is slowly opening.]

[ It's not long before Hei's hand traces the path of Korra's own, covering her breast, rolling the nipple lightly between a thumb and forefinger before twisting it with a firm pinch. Meanwhile, his mouth maintains that inexorable softness between her thighs, determinedly ignoring any ache in his jaw. Wet languid strokes, back to front, then in reverse, the pattern broken only with rapid flutters of tongue near her clit. It's only when he senses she's near-spending does he change the rhythm. From stroking her body, his hand moves to cup her mons, the thumb flicking softly across the clit as he dips lower, licking deep inside her, tongue unfurling as far as it can go. ]

[ Come on. It's implicit in every quickening touch, every heated breath. Come on, come on. ]

[It'll come when it comes. There's no rush, but there is a quickening. She gasps, whimpers, keens. When the the heat blooms, it's with a long, shuddering sigh. The hand gripping his hair lets go, to run fingers through the mangled locks. Perfect.]

[ Those noises he wrings from her send his pulse spiking -- greed and gratitude singing under his skin, but softer in pitch than usual. Everything seems to be stretched out, indolent and dreamy, as if caught in a time-warp. When she comes, it's an out-blooming ripple, as if from some gelid depth that's rarely been touched. Enthralling to watch; so fucking satisfying to be the one who's brought it on. He eases her through it until she's finished riding the last spasms out, then draws back. The fingers stroking through his hair see his eyes slipping half-shut, the curve of his lips slicked and shiny. ]

[ Slowly, he crawls across her, leaning in to press a kiss to her mouth, smirched and sticky and sated. In this body, their height difference is barely substantial. Yet there's something almost protective -- possessive -- in the way he settles near her, face-to-face. It's not a cuddle, but one of his arms is draped loosely around her body, fingertips skimming that warm curve of waist and hip. ]

[She hums into his lips and melts into the bed, closing her eyes and let her forehead loll near his. One arm rests on top of the one draped across her, idly running her fingers over his elbow.]

I liked that.

[What they just did. What they've been doing all morning. What they did all last night. She hadn't realized how amazingly indulgent it would feel. (Seriously, who needs chocolate?)]

[ (Hei would be the first to tell you chocolate and sex are two very different pastimes). ]

[ The pattern they've slipped into the past few hours isn't something familiar -- not where they're concerned. Certainly not something Hei indulges in often. But his expression is warm and lazy with satisfaction. Not unguarded, because that's never how he functions -- but that doesn't mean it's not real. He doesn't reply to her words, despite a fair number of responses -- I did too -- What else would you like? -- This could stand to play in repeat. Instead he clasps the hand stroking his elbow, and brings it to his mouth. Catches her finger in his teeth, gnawing it gently before letting go. ]

[ In a moment or two he'll get up. Shower. Get in touch with the Cafe about not coming in. See to lunch. But for now it's enough that he can lie sprawled here, mind pleasantly blank, and listen to the soft saw of Korra's breathing. ]

[(Maybe, but Korra still likes sex better.)]

If I lie here any longer, I'm gonna fall back asleep.

{Still, she doesn't try to move. Insufficient motivation.]

That's not so bad.

[ It's already shaping up to be a day of shirking everything else and settling into each other. What's the harm in a little laziness? (In reply, he hears an inner-voice snap: The fact that you're incapable of it.) He tries not to dwell on it. With relaxation being the tenuous thing it is in the City, this might be the one day to take it easy before the numberless days of some fresh disaster. ]

[ He's willing to snatch at whatever goodness they have going. ]

[She cracks her eyes open and peeks at him, trying to see if there's a double message in that statement. Unable to find one, she lets her eyes drift shut again.]

Mmm. No, it's not.

[She buries her head against his neck and sighs contentedly. He has work; she has training, but it's hard to care about such things while still boneless and sated.]

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