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Oh perfect. A light show. Just what's needed after a month of witches and possessed goats. Sure, everything seems mellow now. No zombies or general epidemics. But distractions are just that. Distractions. No amount of Burning Man rituals and fireworks take away from the fact that everyone is still stuck here. That's not exactly something worth celebrating. Still, it could be worse. Pai could be gone. I could be back home. This 'perpetual darkness' theme could last more than 24 hours. Then there'd be no end to the belly-aching. Of course that's a mixed blessing. Some of you are only tolerable in the pitch dark.Options For Run-Ins:

Cafe: You'll find him behind the display case, sliding in a fresh tray of pinwheel cookies, a sprinkling of flour on his nose. Canapes, bonfire toffee, sausage roll-ups, sticky chocolate pudding, baked apples with cinnamon ... It's like he's trying to kill the City with saccharin-induced diabetes. Maybe he is.

Hey. At least it's a tasty way to go.

Xanadu: Crunching on a toffee-apple, he drifts through the park. Watching, not the brilliant displays in the dark sky, but his periphery. He's still in the habit of thinking operationally, and is as matter-of-fact about it as he is effective. But that doesn't mean he can't stop, for a moment, to listen to the crack-snap-pop of sparklers, or watch the glittering streaks of color exploding like supernovas above.

Anywhere Else: The dark is his element, and he utilizes the opportunity to explore. He stops by the City's outskirts, looking out at the sweep of the lakes, the glittering buildings, the glittering fireworks blossoming in the sky. Festivities seem to be dwindling, and who could've anticipated that he'd feel so rueful about that. Then again, all tonight is, is a lull, before some new curse threatens to snatch everything away in one big explosion of chaos. Whatever intervals of quiet he indulges in are irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.

Still he doesn't mind this pause. It makes things better and worse at the same time -- but sometimes it's necessary too.

[ ooc: Don't be fooled. Despite the general grumpiness, Hei is actually rather enjoying the fireworks. Backtagging friendly forevermore; I'll be very slow this week<3 ]

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[ Hei's pleased with how diligent she's being, keeping to the rules of the game. At the same time, he can feel her warming to his attention, her excitement ratcheting up. His hum carries the ragged edge of a gasp when she digs her fingers into the meat of his waist. By now, he's created a mental mapwork of Korra's softest, most sensitive spots. Vivid and detailed enough to know what touch sets her off where, and how much teasing she can bear for how long. But he's not following that map, carved as it is with burning, selfish relief behind his retinas and in his fingertips and mouth and muscles. ]

[ Instead he raises his hand to her face, tracing the outline of her lips where he's kissed them. Then he curls it around the back of her neck, thumb on the divot of her jaw. He tilts her head, touching his lips to the apple of her cheek. ]

See? You're so easily distracted. But when I'm with you, you give me complete focus. Even when you're sticking your tongue out behind my back. [ He runs his free hand up along her body, feet to knees to hips to waist to shoulders, stretching over her like a cat. His fingers splay on her ribs, while his mouth traces the arc of her throat. ] I've always liked the way your neck fits into your shoulders. [ murmured as he dips his tongue into the hollow of her throat. ] Your body, in general. You look good in those tight little outfits. You probably know that, but. For the sake of full disclosure. And I like your hands, even if they're in my way half the time, [ He catches them in his, yanking them off his waist, pinning them above her head. ] Sometimes I want to tie you down. Just so you'll be good.

[ He wonders why he's talking this way, because it feels odd. The darkness is warm but also dangerous. Hei's always found the dark freeing -- a habit he's picked up from Amber. Like things can be said here, eyes closed and faces averted from each other, that ought not to be said at all. He should shut up. Talking isn't for people who regularly kill for a living. But he can't help but think -- She deserves just a little sweetness. ]

[More compliments. Korra's practically dizzy with them. She wants to return the favor, but it's really hard to think when he's touching her like this. (And if she interrupts, he might stop. Wouldn't want that.)

She protests inarticulately when he pins her hands. It's not panic, but she'd really rather not be held down like this.]

One thing at a time. [Are you planning to tie her up now? She can't tell, and that bothers her.]

As long as you behave.

[ Hei's voice is a husky strain in the dark, vibrating up through his chest. He's not interested in tying her up. Not unless he absolutely has to. Instead he keeps her hands pinned to the cushion on either side of her head. Mouths the undersides of her arms, biting where the muscle bulges. Traces their contours with his tongue, pressing his lips into the warm pit, licking the soft stubbly skin. Then his hands slide down, and her breasts are gathered by hard kneading fingers. Covered, weighed, squeezed. He presses them together, murmuring into the warm dip between, ] I really like your breasts. Sure, the overall package is nice. But -- [ He squeezes again, harder, his tongue a long wet flick between her cleavage. ] -- I didn't expect how much fun it was to kiss them ... like this ... or lick them ... or pinch them. [ He keeps it up, teasing, patternless, wanting to get Korra gasping, to get her body rippling beneath his. Rubs the tip of his nose against first one nipple, then the other, before drawing them both into the wet vacuum of his mouth, worrying them in deep hard pulls over and over. ]

[ He lets them go with a pop, and when he speaks, his voice has dropped; not deep, but quiet, scratchy, ] I could suck them until you're twisting and can't stand it anymore. Until you're telling me to stop and fuck you. [ The words are a hot vibration against her skin. ] Maybe I'll do that. What do you think, Korra?

[At this point, she almost doesn't hear him -- or she hears him, but she's in no state of mind to register. All of her attention is focused on where he's touching her, the wet tugs and sharp pinches and hard squeeze. It even takes her a moment to realize that he's let go of her wrists and she can grab onto his hair for dear sanity.]

N-no... [It's more of a whine than a word. She feels like she's half-mad with lust already; she doesn't know how much more of this she can take before just exploding. (A part of her is curious to find out...)]

[ Korra can't see Hei's expression, but his gaze is half-lidded, a languid yet ravenous glint to it. He can feel the heat and tremors of urgency building underneath Korra's skin. Her hands tugging at his hair send red dots marching behind his eyes and shivers corkscrewing down his spine. For a moment he's tempted to let her go. But the noises she's making, the dizzy, giddy, helpless look on her face ... it all proves too irresistible. Keeping her breasts in his cupped hands, he lifts them, squeezes them hard together, his hungry mouth latching onto her nipples. Feeding on then greedily, drawing in hard biting tugs as his tongue stabs at the springy points of each nipple. His panting breaths -- how can he be panting already? -- are humid against Korra's damp skin, and when he lets her nipples go, at long last, they're shiny and swollen from his mouth. (Like she's been devoured half to death, like she's been bitten raw.) ]

[ His weight is half-off her, half sprawled against her now. Knee nudging up between her legs, granting her a moments rough friction, before he parts her thighs wider. Lips against her sternum, fingers still loosely splayed around her breasts, he murmurs, ]

Still with me?

[She makes a helpless noise of assent, her throat already feeling raspy from the cries he's pulled out of her. Please....... just please. She doesn't have the wherewithal to beg but her need is blindingly apparent.]

[ The building heat between Hei's legs -- aching bloodrush and hardness and pressure -- is almost unbearable. It'd be so easy to strip her panties off and skin his jeans down, to align their parts and just sink into her. It's what they both want. He's hypnotized by the tells of Korra's body -- the way her breaths come in thready rushes, the tremble under her skin, the strain of the muscles in her thighs. Give in, give in. It's a dark, seductive murmur spreading in tendrils across the back of Hei's mind. ]

[ But no. That would be too easy. Instead he presses a cool kiss to the bottom of her ribs. His voice is steady, but he's sure Korra will feel the jagged rhythm of each inhale-exhale. ]

Be patient. Just a bit longer.

[ Then, before she can stop him, he's reached between her legs and yanked away her panties; they snap with an elastic crack between his fingers like bubble gum. ]

Ow! [It's less a cry of pain than one of surprise. The cool air hits her overheated sex like an invisible hand, and she bucks up to meet it.]

What are you doing? [Oral? Fingers? Something else? She can't tell like this and it's driving her crazy.]

[ What are you doing? She'd asked him that the first time he'd gone down on her, hadn't she? The memory wafts through him with a lascivious, half-nostalgic thrill. He still remembers how clueless she was, how unsure of herself, but so feverishly greedy too. Innocent. Well, she'd only barely done being a virgin that night. Had seemed to have little idea then of what her body could do, or require. And Hei didn't yet know the appetite or churning heat inside her. He barely knew Korra in those days. Whereas now he knows ... there is so much more to Korra that he's never met. He meets a little more of it -- bite by bite -- each time. ]

[ His hand rubs the spot the elastic struck. Very quietly, he says, ]

Nothing you won't like. [ He kisses the spot he's stroking, and something lodged in his throat, tiny and delicate as a fishbone, makes it hard to speak. ] I like how there's no part of you I'm not allowed to touch. Trust is tricky. But you seem to trust me with your body. You never clock out. Even if I don't always return the favor. [ He moves lower, to mouth Korra's stomach, rubbing his face against the brown skin, reveling in all the faint little scars here and there, in the flex of the muscles beneath. Biting her navel, he says, ] I like your ridiculous belly button. [ His tongue darts in there as well, ] You can get outies surgically fixed, you know?

[ He doesn't wait for her to answer. Instead he descends lower, buries his mouth in the fluffy tuft of Korra's pubic patch, ticklish against his chin. He half-smiles into it, biting lightly into the soft flesh beneath the coarse curls, one hand already tracing her lips, then dipping between them. Two fingers work in and out, then emerge glistening. His smile darkens. ] I like how you get so fucking wet for me. You don't pretend. [ He presses the softest kiss, wet and openmouthed, to the folds of Korra's sex. His lower lip just brushes the bud of her clitoris on the upper sweep of his rumbling, Pretend. Pinching her clit between his fingers, he laps the flat of his tongue across its taut point -- a long, lewd swipe. ] And fuck, it's just my fingers but. I can't wait to fuck you, to feel how hot and perfect you are when I'm in. But I have to taste you first, because I don't think I can stop myself.

[ It's murmured directly against her open wet flesh. ]

[You seem to trust me. She does trust him, which is the craziest thing of all. Not just with her body, not just when they're having sex. It's neither complete nor pure, but it's more extensive than their history warrants. She can't explain it.

He doesn't give her a chance to retort to the jibe about her belly button, but she gives his hair a good firm yank in revenge. She's actually glad for the blindfold right now, because she is dangerously close to tearing up and that's just ridiculous. There is absolutely nothing to cry about.

He talks, and in her mind she can practically feel his erection inside her. Fingers aren't enough. Tongue is not enough.]

Please. [Do something, anything, to take the edge off this burning ache.]

[ None of the words are necessary. Hei knows that. What he doesn't know is how to feel, how to cope with this pitch of tenderness, mixed as it is with a bitter resentful hunger for Korra too. She's such a cynosure. She draws him and irritates him, inspires and depresses. And yet there is a sweetness to her that gets his skin prickling, even as it fills him with dark curlicues of praise he wants to whisper into her ear. He'd been so sure before he knew all about human behavior, about detachment, about playing it like a pro, but this shows him up for an amateur. ]

[ Her Please is so throaty and desperate. He feels rather than hears it; slipping his fingers into the seam of her body, letting her clench tight and slick around his fingers. Then his face is suddenly tight between Korra's hot, damp thighs, the curls matted and ticklish. He hears himself groan, completely without artifice, his mouth wide and open and wet, sucking again and again on the tight, hot point of Korra's clit, feeling wetness and saliva slide down his chin. In his jeans, his erection aches, sharp as a throbbing cramp, but it doesn't matter. He's busy trying to find that spot inside Korra (and that's a thought; inside, secret, his) he can rub against which makes Korra's breath catch each and every time. ]

[ Not bringing her off, but winding her tight, tight, tighter. Because the longer he draws this out, the louder and brighter the final crescendo will flare. ]

[He finds that spot all right, and she chokes the way she always does.]

Come I>on!

[He's such a fucking tease. She'll never admit that she loves it -- though it certainly shows in her moans, which grow progressively louder. ]

[ She doesn't have to wait much longer. He senses her climbing as her groans start to stutter, her hips jerking more and more erratically against his lips and tongue. Once she's swollen and slick and at the tip of spending, her hitched breathing loud in his ears -- he lets go. ]

That's enough.

[ His voice is thick and decisive. Enough talking. Enough playing games. Korra will feel the couch shift, and then a series of familiar sounds: the whoosh of his belt through the loops, and then the clink of the buckle, loud in the quiet room, followed by the sound of him ripping open plastic. It's barely a moment before he rolls the condom on. Hei climbs her body, and then he's stroking her hair and kissing her with his slick mouth, and his sheathed cock is there against her slick folds. He lines their bodies together and pulls Korra's hips, sliding them up onto his thighs so that only her shoulders are on the couch. His eyes are almost closed. He takes his cock in his hand and, for a moment, teases her slit with it, stroking the tip lazily, back and forth over her clit and then down to her opening. ]

[ And then, in one rough, fluid movement, he pushes into her, sinking in deep, almost where it hurts. There's a catch to his breath, a steadying, ragged catch -- and then a single, hard sound. The heat of her is almost too much to bear after the cool room. After the wait. The nerve endings in his skin, all the way up his spine, burn. ]

[No that's NOT enough damn it she's so close don't you dare -- Even hearing his clothes come off doesn't ease her frustration. She was almost there!!! She lets out a half-groan, half-snarl as he teases her slit.]

You are such a --

[He thrusts in before she can finish; the sentence ends in a scream. (Outside, Mocha and Hamlet start howling their concern, but she's too far gone to notice.)]

[ The sensation when she flutters around Hei borders on pain, a wet slick grip. Her scream breaks through all his thoughts, not a sound so much as a flash of sensation. He wants to hold her down, cover her, to bury his tongue in her mouth. But instead he stays where he is, too far above to reach. He wants to watch her shudder beneath him as he pounds her -- as she stretches her arms, flails amongst the sofa pillows, digs her hands into the cushions. The way he's holding her offers complete control. The most she can do is try to grapple his back, to keep her ankles hooked together, to dig her heels in against his spine and flex. ]

[ Settling a hand on her lower belly, Hei presses his thumb to her clit -- tight slick circles. His thrusts are the same, deep grinding strokes, then almost withdrawing each time, seeing if she'll rock her hips up to keep him in. He can hear himself breathing a little too quickly -- in and out -- hot little breaths which are loud in his own ears. Keeping his eyes fixed on Korra, the sight making his nerves spark, arousal pulsing beneath his veins. ]

[She tries to grab his hands and pull him closer, not caring anymore than it's against the "rules." The distance feels so strange -- she can't see him, can't feel him except between her legs. The sweat on her torso is cold and she wants his warmth. (That's why her nipples are so painfully hard, of course. Not the fact that she can feel him looking at her.)]

Nuh-uh...

[ It's a hum, vibrating in Hei's throat, expressing a thick, hot mix of arousal and amusement. She's broken the rules, but he doesn't stop. He just keeps moving his hips in that invasive rhythm, fucking her steadily. Feeling every sweet, slick inch of her give way with his strokes, the head of his cock parting the walls of her passage, a tingle crowding up his groin, spreading into a throbbing unstanchable itch to go deeper. Movement builds, rising and rising with those obscene wet noises, sucking and slicking, and beyond that, another sound, a steady fast creak, over and over. The sound of the couch, the springs, singing in a strident symphony. Again and again they whine, while Hei's motions dissolve into something wilder, drawn-out. Korra looks delicious spread out beneath him, her breasts trembling like delicate desserts in time with his movements, her dark hair tangling across her damp face and her skin the color of gingerbread in the torchglow, filmed by a sugary dew of sweat. ]

[ He wants to tell her how fucking gorgeous she looks, how incredible she feels rippling beneath him. But no. He is silent except for the harsh exhalations forcing themselves out his throat. The only soundtrack he wants is Korra's cries filling the dark room, and the creaking of the couch, so fast, so impossibly fast. ]

[She growls her frustration. Oh come on! PLEASE! She's going to get her revenge for this. Somehow. Someday. Maybe. If he'll just let her come. Every stroke feels like forever. She just keeps climbing and climbing and climbing, not sure when she's ever going to actually --

fall.]

[ The feel of her fluttering around him sends a dizzying bubble of pleasure out from Hei's groin. His restraint feels like a bed of broken glass beneath his skin. Teeth gritted, he feeds her deep, rapid thrusts as she unravels around him, his breath catching the end of a suppressed growl. He doesn't stop. Doesn't dissolve with her. Instead he grabs her wrists, hauling her up. When her arms are around his neck, and she's straddling him, riding his pelvic bone while the aftershocks wash through her, he settles back on the couch. Mouth catching hers, taking frantic gulps of kisses, his hips jerking beneath her weight. Not erratic, but deepening. Deepening because Hei is changing his rhythm, because he's locked at twelve o'clock on that spot inside Korra, the place to nudge with the fullness of his cock, over and over. His hands grip her hips, the sound of the creaky couch growing louder and louder. Deep thuds now, corresponding with his heavy thrusts, each further apart. Three, four seconds apart, and with each thud, sharp gasps tearing from him. ]

[ He wants to force her higher, until she's wordless, soaring, as if something has torn loose inside her. What better way to end tonight's unspoken theme, before he spills, tumbling with her over the edge? ]

Finally. [The word is choked out against his lips as she clutches his neck and presses as close to him as she possibly can. And then she breaks, burying her head against his shoulder as she shudders and screams.]

[ Finally? A smile tics crookedly across Hei's mouth, fleeting and unseen. Girls really say some amazing crap when they're getting dicked. He jerks under her hard and fast, feeling her spasm against him, her scream jolting through them both like her heartbeat. His face is buried in her hair, and the feel of her breaking to pieces, her sex clenching over and over around him, tight as a business handshake, makes sensation go supernova. His heart seems to swoop upwards, mind filling with scattered, kaleidoscopic whorls of light. He comes in absolute silence, tense and breathless. His body twitches hard as aftershocks ripple down through the sinews to bury themselves in his groin. ]

[ He rocks into her, once, twice, thrice, again, until he goes soft, until he's subsided, his head lolling on the couch. One heavy arm thrown over his eyes, chest rising and falling with uneven gasps. The other arm circles Korra loosely, dark and heat-slick, drawing her head to rest on his shoulder -- before none-too-gently tugging the scarf off her eyes. ]

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[Her skin feels strangely raw when he tugs the blindfold off, and she wrinkles her nose... then sighs contentedly. Her limbs feel like noodles, and she's glad he's not pushing her off. (Not much room to go on the couch.) She presses a lazy kiss to his collarbone.]

How much of that did you actually mean? [It's an idle question more than anything else, murmured sleepily, without thinking.]

Hm? [ Hei stirs, only a little at the kisses, but doesn't slide her off. Too much closeness is still claustrophobically alien to him. But right now, he's too tired to move. After the long jag, the surprising admissions, his mind is played out; thoughts threatening to melt like cotton-candy. It's an effort to sharpen them and focus. A greater effort to move his mouth. ] All of it.

[ Neutral-toned. In the dark, his half-lidded gaze seems soft, but there's something scrutinizing about it too. He's been in this place before, sweat cooling on his skin and questions floating over beds or futons or alleyway walls. It's a different one each time -- do you love me? will you stay with me? are you being honest? can I trust you? -- but his reply is always timed and structured by who he's with. But this is by choice and without agenda, and he wants to offer Korra honesty. ]

[ It's a quiet rasp when he adds, ] I have nothing to gain by lying to you. [ Cruel. But again; honest. Every lie has a purpose. But here, with Korra, sometimes a semblance of truth is more beneficial. ]

[That is a little flipflop her heart should not be doing. It passes soon enough, at least. She leans up and presses a kiss to his lips. Thank you.]

[ Hei sinks into the kiss, close, breathless, warm. There's sweat drying on both of them, making their skins cool and sticky, and his fingers are tunneling through Korra's hair, smoothing it back from her face. In a little bit he'll nudge her off; get washed up and dressed and then leave. In a little bit. For now -- damned unreliable body, damned unreliable mind -- his vision is blurry at the edges, and it's enough to have Korra nearby. To be suspended, it seems, in the imperfect darkness. ]

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