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三十三

[ action - morning through afternoon ]
[Naga knows before Korra does: Mako's gone. While Korra's at work at the Welcome Center, the polar bear dog sniffs around town, just to confirm it. But all his scents are old over a day old, and she doesn't need to see the Hall of the Missing to know that he's nowhere in the City.

[ voice - filtered to Chekov - supremely hackable ]
[For once, Korra remembers how to do a filter, even when upset. It helps that, by this point, the pain is familiar enough to practically be normal. With Mako gone, she's once again alone in the City.

Except the weirdest part is, she's not actually alone. At this point, she's been in the City longer than she had been in Republic City; she's known Chekov and Hei longer than she had known Mako and Bolin. She doesn't feel as stranded as she had the first time all her friends had left.

That doesn't stop her from feeling lonely in the large Beach House, even with three dogs, eight cats, and five sheep to keep her busy. Which is why she dials Chekov.]

Can you come over tonight? Bring some of that vodka stuff.

[Sadness. Happiness. Sadness again. Her emotions are cycling around so quickly, she can hardly see straight. She's not a drinker by any stretch of the imagination, but right now she'd give just about anything for the world to just stop for a minute and let her catch up.]

[ooc: Open action with Naga during the day! Come run into a lonely polar bear dog.]

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Cobwebs. Mothballs. Sawdust.

[ The latter is a ticklish and harsh scent, threaded through with the faint aroma of incense. He'd burnt it the day earlier, to mask the acridity of the freshly-painted walls, and it's left a tang of smoke and incongruous sweetness in the air. He watches as Korra kneels by the futon. Watery red light disperses itself through the interior by bouncing off both the ceiling beams and the laminated wooden walls; in the reddish gloom, the whites of her eyes and her teeth are pretty glints. It's actually an aesthetic shock to see her planted in the middle of this minimalist nightmare of a safehouse. Whoever had designed the place would've kicked her out for being too colorful -- but Hei enjoys the bright incongruity she offers. ]

[ He kneels too, his shoulder brushing hers, a small smile nicking the corner of his lips. ]

I didn't bring you here to nap on the futon.

[ Of course, he hadn't planned to bring her here -- tonight -- at all. But now that she's here, ideas are clustering and solidifying at the edges of his mind. He has no calender, no timetable, no roadmaps for encounters between him and Korra. He only knows that being near her makes him feel at once hungry all over and yet deeply satisfied just to be watching her. ]

[The brush of his shoulder sends a shiver across her skin. She turns her head just a little to grin at him.]

Oh?

[She throws herself onto the futon and rolls onto her back, giving him a coy look.]

Too bad.

[ Hei stays impassive, but the corner of his mouth twitches upwards all the same. There's something endearing about Korra's attempts to play minxy, the eyes guilelessly blue; something eternally amusing about the sheer amount of scrubbed-clean innocence she can project while utterly failing to keep a straight face about it. The soft, childish lines of her expression are delightfully, misleadingly open. ]

[ Leaning in, he puts a hand to her cheek, enjoying the peachy warmth of her skin. The air in here is a little too cool to be doing stupid things like taking his hands off her, he decides. His thumb smears a light path over her lips, drawing a line down her jaw, before he closes the gap between them in a moist press of his mouth. He whispers into her parted lips, ]

In that case, get on with you stupid nap. I have other things to do.

[ He makes a convincing show of pretending to leave. ]

Don't you DARE! [She's pretty certain that he's joking, but Korra isn't about to take any chances. She grabs his shirt and tugs him back in for another kiss. If she manages to unbalance him enough for him to land on top of her, well, even better. It's getting cold, and bodies are even better than blankets for keeping warm.]

[ Korra yanks him in -- and in the weightless moment before she's flat out on her back on the futon, Hei's own body settling heavy on hers -- he's invaded by the beat of wings inside his chest, a flurry of feeling, not floaty but vertiginous. He closes his eyes and finds he can almost smell South America, and the join between Amber's throat and shoulder when they had been in bed together in, where was it? -- oh, God, in that awful garret where their team was hiding, while bombs rattled overhead and Amber held onto him so tightly that Hei was sometimes convinced he should still have marks on his arms. The dingy room where Amber's mouth had tasted of stale coffee and the pillow had been damp with sweat all through the night -- though how many days ago that was, Hei doesn't know. Enough to be far away. For him to be forgetting the details already. Brushing them clean in his mind, having to struggle to give them sharp edges. ]

[ Instead, in the forefront, there is Korra. Hei suddenly reels with the all the horrible possibilities that could come from this -- that could come without this -- pressing his face inwards against her. Korra's cheek is against his warm shoulder; his fingers bleed heat into the innermost curve of her spine as he slides his arm around her. His mouth finds hers again, and he explores the shape of her lips, lazy but also greedy, before heat flares in the way his mouth opens against hers. In the red darkness behind his eyelids, he feels the room hold its breath -- and then exhale with him as he breaks the kiss to study her. ]

What do you want?

[ He'd asked her that, on that last disastrous evening, and been unable to give it. This time, there's no reluctance. He asks with a flat, cruelty-free simplicity. ]

[She hums into the kiss and arches against him, encouraging his hands to roam. She's not ready when he breaks away, and she blinks at him, her eyes hazy and vaguely reproving.

What do you want?

The answer is so many things, most of which have nothing to do with sex. But this isn't the time or place or person for that discussion, and honestly, Korra isn't in the mood for it anyway. She tugs him back in for more kissing.]

Just don't go anywhere.

[ Don't go anywhere. ]

[ To someone like Hei, it hangs like a threat in the air, like the stillness of a cage, each syllable pressing him claustrophobically downwards with consequence. Looked at one way, their whole relationship, from the outset, is about him fleeing, or floating, away, and her yanking him back. But really it's about so much more than that. The gravity in her words -- the mass -- is a welcome anchor. He kisses her again, and verbal conversation seems unimportant now. Like they've let it fall into a lazy, natural muffling, like all those cliches of waves lapping at an evening seashore. A background wash-in wash-out of logic. Each touch of lips and tongue is slow and syrupy. Spaces are snatched between kisses for gulps of air. ]

[ He tugs at the fabric of her top, with both hands. Pulls it free from her jeans to snake his palms inside, fingers fitting easily into the slots of her ribs, then splaying higher to cup her breasts through her bra. He kneads slowly, then more roughly, thumbs rubbing at her nipples through the fabric. A slow corkscrewing hunger gnaws at his muscles, the scent of her eating tiny holes through his skin. His mind feels too full of Korra to think about doing anything but kissing and kissing her, while filthier ideas dart about his head like fireflies, dancing just behind his eyes. ]

[Korra all but purrs at the touch of his hands. His kisses are warm and heady, and for awhile she's more than content to drink them in, savoring the soft slowness that is still a very new development in their relationship.

But a girl can only take so much. After awhile, she pushes them into a sitting position, lips still locked together until the final moment.]

Shirt off. [Bossing him before he gets a chance to take over. While Hei takes off his shirt, Korra will slip out of hers, tossing it to the other side of the room before reaching back to unclasp her bra.]

[ Hei resists for a fraction of a moment when she pushes them upright. There's an irritable intake of breath as she breaks the kiss to rap orders at him. A nameless expression flickers across his face -- a darkening of the eyes, a curving of the mouth -- and he says, ] Obvious first move, [ as if commenting on a chess match, his voice restrained, dry. He doesn't look away from her while he unbuttons his shirt; when he sweeps the garment over his head, it's like the shutter of a camera, a brief intrusion that brands the way Korra looks in his memory while he waits to see it again. The way her breasts sag a little as she unsnaps her bra, the way her stomach creases, the fluffy red needles twinkling in her hair from the skylight. Setting the shirt aside, neatly folded, he sloughs the jeans off part and parcel with the shoes. The tucked-up clothes are consigned to a corner, the only neatness he has any patience for tonight. ]

[ In the next breath, he yanks Korra close, spanning his hands up her back until his fingers are curled around her shoulders and her breasts are flattened against his chest. He can the buttons of her jeans sharp and cold against his abdomen, and his kisses are hard and hungry to her mouth. Breathless. Strange, how everything feels a little dreamlike in the devil-light; not better, not worse, but different. More open? Less open? He doesn't know, or really care. ]

[She rolls her eyes at him.] And yet somehow, it's usually your last. [Usually there's a flicker of nervousness when she senses his irritation, or that darkness passes across his face, but right now she just feels a mild irritation. He just always has to be the one doing the bossing.

She yelps when he yanks her back in, and whacks his shoulder hard (yet playfully) before melting back into the kisses. She tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls him back down.]

[ Hei exhales a low rasp of amusement against her mouth. Purrs, not quite meaning to, as she threads warm fingers into his hair, tugging him down on top of her. He keeps his weight braced on his knees, one hand carding through her hair, mussing it until he's dislodged the hair-pieces. He can feel his heart vibrating against Korra's front, and his other hand slides to the base of her spine, keeping her pressed tight to him. Warmth bleeds from skin to skin; his palms rove up and down her torso, feeling where the flesh is smooth as cream, and where it isn't; where her bones jut out, and where the curves are pinched in, as if trying to find where she's warmest. The idea that two people can touch just by touching like this is, like so many things, as stupid as it is agonizingly tempting. ]

[ He breaks the kiss, and his mouth goes to Korra's neck, kissing the tender dark skin, letting his teeth, his tongue, skim along the line of it, until he reaches her breasts. Full and soft and warm, and they even smell warm, somehow. He kisses each one, pushing his face into the space between them, mouthing over and over at one nipple until it feels tough and hard between his teeth. After a beat, he cups her breasts in his hands, pressing them tight together so both nipples are at his mouth. Sucks on them, hard, trying to keep them both in his mouth even though they're slippery with his saliva. He dips lower then, both hands dropping to her hips now, his stubbled cheek rubbing against her ribs as he slides his mouth to her stomach. ]

[ He fits himself at the juncture of her jeans, his mouth pressing her zipper into her slit and letting his ability transmit there -- a short, fizzing tingle of a shock. Not painful in the least. But enough to make her body take notice. ]

[Her breathing is ragged, punctuated with little whines. Every touch to her breasts seems to travel straight between her legs, and she rocks her hips, silently begging. But the tension in her body only rackets up as he slides lower.

I should-- "unzip my pants" is how that thought was going to end, but it's cut off by the burst of electricity he shoots between her legs. She screams, dizzy with pleasure and a vision of the Lieutenant electrocuting the water.]

Wh-what was that?

["Panic" would be too strong a word for what she's feeling, but there's definitely something fearful mixed in with her desire.]

[ Her scream jangles through the hollow room and hits Hei's ears; he feels a creeping tingle of excitement that begins at his sternum. It spreads over his groin and pools at the base of his spine. He's about to repeat the electric jolt -- but stops at the fear coating Korra's slurred words. Strange, to realize he's curbing himself at a single look or word from her. Eerie too, for not continuing despite her protests, and feeling a dull relief at not having done something irreversible and unforgivable. He stops for a moment to study Korra -- her hair hanging in a thick, furry mass around her face, and her mouth so full, such a richness about it, a lushness. Like you could gorge yourself on it. ]

[ Leaning in, he catches her lower-lip between his teeth -- a calming flutter of a kiss. ]

Did it hurt?

[ The I'll stop if it was too much hangs like a shimmering patina around the question. ]

[She shakes her head, and presses harder against his lips.]

No. [It comes out breathless, but still a little nervous.] I just forgot you could do that.

[Korra doesn't know how she feels about it. He's poked something that hurts, but she doesn't want to look to see whether it's a bruise or a bleeding wound.]

[ Forgot? Hei's momentary silence allows space for his disbelief. He's dangerous with or without his powers -- Heaven's War was the blood-splattered whetstone that sharpened him into a monster, while he was still a human. But this is like seeing with unnerving clarity that Korra seems to have two parallel ideas of him. One of the two-faced opportunist, his worldview channelized by icy ruthlessness and electric shocks, and the other of ... this playmate who tumbles around indulgently with her. He wishes he could tell her they're the same person. That it's unwise -- foolish -- to forget his ability, which is as much a part of his nature as a sea anemone inverting its array of toxic spikes. But he doesn't want to ruin the moment. She's nervous enough. ]

[ Instead, he finds himself absorbed by the sculpting of Korra's bones beneath her shoulders. Traces them with the pads of his fingers, before sliding an arm around her. He nestles her against him, her head tucked into the crook of his neck. Murmurs, into her hair, ]

Should I keep going?

[ There seem to be threadbare patches in her psyche -- restitched to hide recently-ripped holes. He could prod them further, but he'd rather not if the price is too high. ]

[She presses her lips to his shoulder and takes a deep breath. I'm not going to be scared. Not of something that isn't even his fault, when there are so many legitimate reasons to be afraid of him.]

Yes.

[She reaches down to slide his hand between her legs, pressing his fingers to the zipper, silent permission to do it again.]

[ Hei lets her guide his hand back down, fingertips at her zipper. Dipping his head, he kisses her once, a full, sweet, deep kiss. Then he strokes her for just a moment, letting the denim rasp against her mons, the center seam pressing against her clit. Letting her enjoy the damp friction, the heat of his palm. Giving her familiar sensations to hook a foundation on. When he lets the charge play out, at last, it's low and slow, dark and sweet as a pouring of fizzling molasses. He's done this very seldom. Five times, in total. Even with tactical reasons for keeping his powers secret, he's never been heavily reliant on them -- in-field or during recreation. If anything, he treats the ability as part of a private repertoire: like a talent for cracking kneecaps, or a knack for good back-rubs. ]

[ As he continues, he draws his head back a little and regards her. Alert for any hinkiness, any flashes of fear or discomfort. After a beat, he presses a kiss to her forehead. Casually unbuttons and unzips her jeans, slipping his hand between her thighs. He cups her sex through her panties, fingers sliding fluidly between her lips and beginning to stroke. Effervescent, low-level charges dance off his fingertips. Barely anything -- just fizzes of cold-hot sensation along her slickest, most sensitive parts. ]

[She gasps and screws her eyes shut, trying to block out every unpleasant thought and focus only on sensation. Surprisingly, it's not that hard. A part of her had expected it to be more terrifying -- because of how often she's been electrocuted by Equalists, because of how often Hei has used his power against her. But the wounds those traumas left don't go that deep, because she doesn't associate them with helplessness in her mind. It's a threat she can and has often conquered. Along with that spike of fear is the sense of a challenge to overcome. She gets off on a challenge.

One hand claws at the futon while her other digs into his scalp and her hips rock up, demanding.]

[ Hei watches her squirm with a half-smile, eyes half-lidded and intent. Can't resist nuzzling her hair, or placing little kisses on her face, her lips. When she claws at his scalp, his breath hitches before he lets it out into a sigh against her mouth, coaxing her lips apart with his, letting charges dance like pop rocks until his tongue is lit up with little sparking tingles inside her mouth. The tastes is vaguely ozone-tinted, but it dissolves fast into the sweet and vivid flavor of Korra's mouth. He hand rocks slowly between her wet seam, two fingers pushing deeper and deeper into her with each pass, right upto the knuckles, while his thumb circles her slick clit. The crackling energy -- not even that, more a ghostly afterimage of energy -- spreads in erratic tingles through her whole groin. ]

[ He keeps going -- the kisses, the elusive simmer of static, the stroking, until he's worked her into a frantic froth. Only then does he detach to drag her jeans down her thighs. To tug off her boots, letting them land with thuds and gold-red puffs of sawdust in the corner. Skinning the trousers down her ankles, he coasts both hands up the warm insides of her thighs, spreading her wide open. The stripe of dark curls between her legs is invitingly damp, and Hei presses his open mouth to it, murmuring in a rush of hot air and vibrating syllables, ]

Here?

[Korra cries out protest when he pulls out, and squirms with an antsy need that's probably counterproductive as he pulls off her boots & pants. Everything had been mind-blowingly perfect and then he had to go and pull out and if he doesn't hurry up she's going to die of frustrated need.

When he finally comes back between her legs, she grabs his hair, pulling hard as though she's afraid he'll try to leave again. His voice makes her entire body shiver, and her throat is too tight to do anything more than moan something that sounds vaguely like Yes.]

[ Hei isn't sure if it was the momentum of Korra pulling his hair, or if he'd dipped his head that exact moment -- but in the next breath, his humid mouth is sealed tight between Korra's thighs. The sound of her moan makes him want to lick it from her mouth. But he's lapping his tongue in the opposite direction. Downwards. ]

[ He grips her hips in his hands, dragging her nearer. Lifts one thigh to his shoulder, his stubbled cheek scratching the tender skin inside. Eyes drifting half-shut, he breathes her in, the wild, jungle smell of her excitement mixing saltily with sawdust and sweat. Here, he can look at her, the deep pink of her spread lips, framed by dark hair. Wet. He traces the outline of Korra's sex with the very tip of his tongue, letting a cluster of sparks fizzle across the saltyslick parting. Presses the gentlest kiss to the point of her clit, letting the whole sensitive bundle of nerves feel alive with the tingles vibrating off his lips -- before he gives up on restraint. He digs his short fingernails in, five crescents on each of Korra's spread thighs, wrenching them wider apart, and hums as he licks her, slow and lewd, once, twice. Again. Harder. More greedily. ]

[ Sticky-mouthed, sweaty-handed, he teases and sucks and kisses, letting the thrumming surge of energy build a shade darker. Breaks from between Korra's thighs to lean forward, pressing her tart flavor back to her mouth in biting kisses, then trying to find all the parts on her body which are warmest and most sensitive; the curves of damp heat beneath the swell of each breast, the puckers of her nipples, the shallow navel, the pits of her elbows, the smooth inner-thighs and the sweat-salty curls between them again. The charges flowing from his mouth are zaps now, not harsh or painful, but like tiny bites from a million cold-hot teeth -- tingles and vibratos soothed by the wet sweeps of his tongue. ]

[ He wants to turn all the meridians of Korra's body into a surface of sensation. See how much she can take, before he brings her jolting and shrieking over the edge. ]

Heeeeeey!!!! [She had been so close when he broke off to press electric kisses on other parts of her body. Less sensitive parts. (Still plenty sensitive, of course, and she certainly enjoys the attention, but..... hynnnnnng) She squirms, trying to relieve the horrible-wonderful pressure between her legs.]

[ Nasty blades of impatience cut at Hei's nerves. Each gratifying sound torn from Korra, each frantic squirm, goes straight to his groin. His erection, untouched, throbs in time with his pulse. It slavers to sink into her, but he ignores it. Keeping one hand gripped tight around her hips, steadying her, he slips three fingers between Korra's thighs now, where she's wet and open for his touch. Rubs at that spongy sweet-spot that he's memorized, the one that makes her ripple and mewl, raising up her hips with a wanton stretch. His mouth presses to her taut clit, tongue flickering so fast and light it's like a hummingbird's wings exciting her. The sparks are a ghostly crepitation, as if fed by friction, an overlay of static. Korra's excitement simmers more strongly in the air around them; it seems to seep into his pores, infectious. He wonders if the sheer strength of an urge -- an emotion -- can break the laws of logic. Can you covet something with enough ferocity to make you rip up the rules and take what you want, the way he's doing -- between his fingers, between his lips, his teeth, biting and sparking and sucking and licking until he has everything? ]

[ Yes. He doesn't have to prove it to anyone. He doesn't want to think about his hunger. He wants to be swept with it, breathless, unthinking. He'll suffocate down between Korra's thighs if he wants to. He'll drown -- and take her along, building her ruthlessly to her peak until everything comes crashing down. ]

Edited 2013-10-13 01:05 (UTC)

[She doesn't crash so much as shatter.

When it's over, Korra collapses against the futon. Her skin prickles, like jagged pieces awkwardly putting themselves back together, and she realizes dimly that her throat is sore from screaming.

She hopes she didn't yank his hair too hard.]

[ No such thing as too hard. ]

[ Hei exhales a satisfied hum between Korra's thighs. Half-shuttered eyes watching her sink down, as if everything solid has been crowded out by her climax, leaving her flattened. Boneless. His fingers are still between her legs. He feels the aftershocks rippling through her; he feels the twitch. With a flicker of a smile, he slowly draws his fingers free. Lifts his hand to smear them across across Korra's parted lips, before he crawls up her body, mouth claiming hers. The kiss is sloppy, almost lazy, as if he's exhausted by the effort of having pushed their mouths together in the first place and is now uninterested in pushing too hard once they've achieved this small success. Sprawled beneath him with her hair in wild storm-tossed tangles and her legs thrown wide, Korra looks like a debauched doll. The sudden shock of arousal that hits Hei is like another of those electric currents. It leaves him gasping, his erection daubing wet trails of pre-cum across Korra's torso. Aching. ]

[ Catching one of her hands, he brings it down, curling the warm fingers around his cock. Murmurs, with a coaxing but unmistakable firmness, ]

Get up, Korra. I want that pretty mouth of yours.

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nsfw from this point

so much nsfw

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