♦♦ 32ND CONTRACT - ANONYMOUS TEXT/ACTION

[mortemscintilla]

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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[mortemscintilla]

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. ]

[anatural]

[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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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? ]

[alittlebent]

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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

[anatural]

[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.]

[mortemscintilla]

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. ]

[anatural]

[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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

[anatural]

[This. Is really nice. Really, really, really nice. She hums contentedly against him and cups his face in her hands. She knows that they can't stay like this...but she'll enjoy it for as long as she can.]