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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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[ 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.

Bossy.

[Korra smirks against his lips and scrapes her thumb along the top of his erection. She doesn't actually mind; she always likes the chance to flip the tables and drive him a little crazy.

She uses her free hand to push his shoulder and flip them over. But she doesn't work her way down just yet; she just kisses him and strokes him slowly.]

[ Hei is thrumming, hard, pushing up against her palm, straining against the tight heat of damp skin. There's a moment's resistance, more kneejerk than deliberate, when she reverses their position. Then he circles an arm around her, gathering her in crushingly tight. Trails his hand from her spine to the curve of her backside, then up along her flanks to one breast. He pinches a nipple, and his lips part against hers, exhaling a low noise into her mouth, like skin on sandpaper. ]

[ He tries consciously to calm himself down, knowing she'll want a dollop of playful revenge. But the heat rises steep and fast. He's kissing her in a way he never has, feeding on her lips and tongue almost frantically, as if he can never have enough of them. At the same time, his hips jerk, his erection slipsliding in its own fluids against her exquisitely slow touch, trying to make her go faster. ]

[She likes this. She likes this a lot.]

How much do you want it? [The words come out breathless, in stolen gasps between kisses.]

I hate trick questions.

[ But the tone he's aiming for -- a little haughty, a little playful -- gets swallowed between kisses, teeth clashing and lips sliding, breath leaving his lungs in a Mmm that's entirely unplanned. His erection presses fluidly through his own wetness as he rocks his hips. Not begging, but demanding. Breaking the kiss, he mouths at her neck, breath hot against her pulsepoint, his bites rough for a reason. His heart thuds against Korra's chest, feeding a secondary pulse that's somehow heavier around where her fingers are curled. ]

[ One arm looped around her, keeping her close, he breathes shakily and feeds at her right nipple, using his free hand to push more of her breast into his mouth, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with the sweetness of the oils on her skin, pricking at his taste buds. Dimly -- absurdly -- he thinks of the surface of a caramel blancmange as it returns to room temperature; the silky dusting of condensation slowly starting to twinkle. He thinks of Korra's skin, and finds himself dragging his teeth and tongue with a sharper greed across its surface. ]

[She shudders and hums.]

It's not a trick. [She squeezes him harder, but maintains her slow pace.] Tell me. How much you want it.

[ He wants to snap that he's in no mood for games. (When is he ever?) He tries to speak, but his heart is in his mouth, crowding out the cool precision that's always present in his tone, leaving him mute and dizzy instead. His breath seems to keep getting stuck in his chest. When Korra's squeezes, the sound bubbling out seems eked right from his lungs, a quiet growl against the damp crook of Korra's shoulder. Suddenly, he's there rather than watching dryly detached from inside his own head. He's on the edge of crawling out of his skin, breathing in the scent of Korra's soap, excitement a tangy overlay in the air, his legs tangled with Korra's and one hand tightly cinching her breast, the other gripping her hipbone. He'll leave terrible bruises on her skin. But somehow that fits with how his voice aches in his throat with all the countless things which can't seem to make it past his lips. I want you right now. I want to spread you out on the floor and fuck you -- as deep as my cock can go -- I want to smell like you for days -- I want to bury myself where you're so hot and wet -- ]

[ But all he can do is angle his head to kiss her again, hard and desperate, as if that will siphon all the terrible electric-crackling weight from his body into hers. ]

[It's pretty clear that this is all the answer she's going to get from him. But it's more than good enough for her. Korra presses against him, matching his desperation. It's tempting (so tempting) to just slide him inside.

But instead, she breaks away with a wet pop and slides down his body. She breathes on his erection, letting her tongue lightly circle the tip. She glances up at him to get a gauge on his reaction.]

[ The shafts of illumination from the skylight -- a palette of red neons and flickering pinks -- wash over Korra, making shadows play tricks on her bare skin. Hei's mouth is dry, breath lost and mind white-noise, too scattered to think about saying anything. Instead his eyes stay open and track her movements with a burning, predatory interest. ]

[ If it wasn't for how pretty Korra looks -- her mouth hypnotic, made to surround the base of his cock, but her eyes trapping him, big and blue and an incongruous mix of sex and innocence -- and how the slide of her body sparks through him like an electric volt, making his breath hitch ... if it wasn't for all of that, Hei knows he might actually have grabbed her head and shoved himself deep into her throat. Instead he just struggles to control his breathing, fingers clenching in the futon as her tongue swirls wetly around the head of his erection. ]

Fuck.

[ It's a slurred noise, not relief so much as frustration. ]

[She smirks, and carefully wraps her lips just around the head. It feels so good when she can do this to him, torture him even a fraction of the way he likes to torment her. She sucks hard and gently scrapes her teeth across, but she doesn't move any lower. Not yet. She may not be able to make him beg, but she can definitely make him ache.]

[ Hei is absolutely silent, except for the occasional throaty Hmm. When she sucks, her teeth a light scrape across the sensitive head, he expels a fractured breath into in the cool air. One hand grips the futon; the other touches Korra with fingers spread wide, sliding down the tangled expanse of her hair, palm settling at her nape, exerting a slight but unmistakable pressure. Just the heat and humidity of her mouth makes him twitch. She isn't expert at this, but she is very, very enthusiastic. Maybe one of these days, when he's got a better grip on his self-control, he'll show her a calculated mapwork of all the sensitive spots, from root to tip. Show her how to best exploit each different sensation, from the tongue-tip to the roof of the mouth to teeth and throat. ]

[ Instead, he stirs his hips slowly, even as he pushes Korra's delightful mouth further down onto himself, until the head of his cock brushes against the back of her palate. He could nudge harder, but he swallows dryly and restrains himself, letting her meet him the rest of the way. Giving her the option to snatch control back if she wants. ]

Mmph! [It's a half-hearted noise of protest as he gently pushes her down -- not so fast that she chokes, but faster than she would have liked. She gets her revenge by running her teeth hard against him (not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to get the message across. This time it's my turn. (Besides which, she's choked/almost choked on his dick enough times that she really needs absolute control over how much of it goes in her mouth for her to feel comfortable.

She pulls back, almost as though she's going to let go entirely, or go back to just sucking on the head -- but at the last moment, she has mercy and sinks back down, going just a little bit deeper this time.

What can she say? She likes a challenge, and taking him all the way in is still challenging.]

[ Hei's hand clenches in Korra's hair as she drags her teeth across his shaft. The breath unspools from his parted lips in a rush. When she sinks back down, he rides in, fucks her mouth, not fast, but exquisitely controlled. Like he's entitled. But the fingers drifting from her nape to stroke her scalp are gentle. He eases the tip in and out of her mouth slowly, as if he's teasing himself. Enjoying the slick sensations as his cock slides over the hill of her tongue, as the heavy vein on its underside comes into ghostly friction with her teeth. Not breaching her throat, or shoving her head down. Letting her go at her own pace instead, his hips stirring in tandem with her movements. ]

That's it. [ Both hands are tangled in her hair now, massaging the round of her skull. ] Suck, [ he whispers, and the hard 'k' sounds like an obscenity that buries itself inside the air, even as a thread of tenderness creeps into his voice. ]

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