poly_chromatic | ♦♦ 34TH CONTRACT

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darker than black - hei

♦♦ 34TH CONTRACT - ANONYMOUS TEXT/ACTION

I know the City's sense of humor is barely functional but... Is this supposed to be funny? These things are crawling everywhere. And I doubt they're here for the symbolism.~~They better not be poisonous~~.

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The Underground: [ In the lit-up nighttime panorama, he is an unnoticed blur. No need for masks and disguises here; he strolls sedately, engaged in his surroundings. Lingers outside a pawnbroker's window to eye up the flick-knives. ]

[ If you want to catch him, be quick about it. Blink once, and he'll fade seamlessly into the crowd. ]

Cafe: [ Almost five in the evening. He's perched at the back of a noisy all-night caff, the windows steamed up as the snow floats hazily outside. Hunched on a small chair with a teacup, coat and hair dripping, his gaze drifts across the surroundings with an idle interest. People-watching is an old habit, the bright impersonal chatter a kind of sop as much as the hot drink. ]

[ Come say hello while he waits for his pastries. ]

Park: [ The grass is a-glitter with frost. Sighing, 'Li' packs up his telescope and trashes half-empty styrofoam cups of tepid coffee. Above, the sky is shadowed behind a sudden blanket of dark-bellied clouds. Not an ideal night for stargazing. Bundled up in his oversized coat and woolly hat, Li slings his backpack and exits. It's the last quadrant of night; he supposes he could patrol, but really he'd rather walk down the center of the quiet streets, breathing the fresh wet air. Everything is closed and sleeping, and he can enjoy the brief illusion that there is no one, alive or undead, outdoors except for him. ]

[ And you, of course. ]

Carnival (Closed To Korra): [ Spread out under the dark screen of sky, the carnival is something like a human body -- all its cobbled arteries clogged with brisk feet and the clatter of carts and skirling music, the ferris wheel pinwheeling brilliantly and the rides moving in streaks of color against the snow-greyed backdrop. On whim, he sends Korra a snapshot and texts the location. ]

[ In addition, he thumbs in, ]
Let's see if you throw up on the rollercoaster.

[ So romantic. ]

[ OOC: Bitten By The Love Bug ♥ Come pester him! Interactions can end in awkward silence, surprises kisses, glomps, violence, tragedy, or anything else you prefer! ]

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[The message, like Hei himself, is inscrutable. Not that she's paying all that much attention to what he might be trying to say, wrapped up in the horror of her own personal revelation. She's trying to drown it out, to forget it and what it says about her. It had been simple before; she'd put up with bad treatment because it was outweighed by the good, and once the bad outweighed the good, it'd be easy to end. Love doesn't work like that. Love doesn't just stop or turn off because it was inconvenient. Love doesn't go away because the its object is rude or mean or dating someone else. The absolute last thing she wants is to be in love. She meets his softness with a pressure and heat that seems to beg.]

[ There's a Please tucked away in her kiss -- fizzling in the burning intensity of it. He can feel the fevery warmth radiating off Korra in the dark. You hear people claim they're Crazy in love. He knows that plenty of them, yeah, they are. Chemicals exploding in their brains. Perpetually doing the wrong things with the wrong people for the wrong reasons. A chain of bad judgements and miscalculations: ten, fifteen years frittered away. Amber would tell him he's being a killjoy. But only the most deluded wouldn't be a little skeptical. For Hei, love doesn't mean any of those things. It's not whispered promises or rings or laughter. It's not even words like By your side and Together. ]

[ For him, you know you love something when you're smart enough to leave it. Even if it hurts beyond speech. ]

[ And it does hurt. It does, but his kisses stay soft. An open-mouthed hunger, schooling that wild chemical storm in Korra to a slow simmer. It's there in the slip of his tongue tracing her bottom lip, the cool pads of his fingers skimming the line of her jaw. Drawing back, he breathes, ]

Easy.

[ As in: Slow down. As in: We have all night. It's just the rest of their days that are slipping like sand through an hour-glass. ]

[Nothing’s easy. She just wants a hot frantic burn that will incinerate thought. Soft & gentle gives her too much time to think, makes her heart beat funny and her blood fizz like one of those carbonated drinks. She buries her head against his neck, blocking out all light as she tries to just breathe. It's okay. It doesn't have to be a problem if you don't let it.]

[ There's a soft judder all through Hei as she presses close. Her body is hot, and feels, in his embrace, impossibly alive. He can sense all its stormy workings, can almost see the crazy force of her emotions erupting in multicolored crashes, the wild-edged thoughts like so shuriken flying in the air. His heart races, pressed so close to her that it seems to beat for both of them. For a long time he can't find his voice; just squeezes her, his nose in her hair. ]

[ No, nothing is easy. Love may walk in beauty like the night but, Hei deals with too much sharp-toothed clarity to buy that trash. The night isn't the best venue for clear vision. He's seen every ugly side of love there is -- vitriolic, soul-destroying, perverted, selfish and insane. He knows both he and Korra are going to exit this City with regrets; it's an absolute given. But all that lies ahead, at home, is bleak and more bleak. Life here may be temporary and useless. But he's willing to snatch at whatever reprieve he has going. Peace and happiness aren't going to come from being with her -- he's too past that point. But she offers him some good-enough happiness -- and that's fine. More than fine for now. ]

[ His mouth slips away from Korra's. Burns a trail with tongue and teeth down her jaw, along her neck. His arms, meanwhile, circle her closer -- one palm splayed across her lower-back while the other strokes the skin-warmed denim of her thigh. It's not demanding, but soothing. His breath stirs the hair across her ear when he murmurs, ]

Ride ends in a few minutes.

[ His tone makes it clear he's in no mood to leave yet. ]

Mmmmm. [Half hum of pleasure, half distracted agreement. She tangles her fingers in his hair and presses encouragingly into his hands. She's not thinking about the end of the ride or what might come next.]

[ Hei kisses her again, and it's biting -- a low growl bubbling in his throat, a sharp bloom of heat and a wash of want. It's not so much in his mind as it is a burning in his skin. He doesn't want to exit the ride yet. Wants to prolong this tenuous moment for as long as possible, before it snaps into chaos. ]

[ The ferris wheel rotates again, their car climbing to the highest point. When it does, he rests his left hand against the paneling. The current he lets off is imperceptible. After all, it's a matter of amperage, not volts. No dramatic jolt that travels through the wheel's infrastructure. Instead the lights flicker off, then on, then off again. Their car creaks to a stop, swaying slightly, at the very zenith. There are no people in the two cars on either side of them. There are only twelve people in the ride, altogether; he's counted. ]

[ That leaves him and Korra with enough privacy, and at least twenty minutes until the operators figure out what's wrong. ]

[Korra starts as the lights flicker off, breaking the kiss with a little gasp.]

This is your doing, isn't it?

Maybe.

[ His lips press, smile-shaped, to the corner of her mouth. Print kisses across the point of her cheekbone, her brow, the curve of her face silhouetted white against the dark window. All around there is the rustle of wind against the windows and the buzz of motors, the squeal of unoiled hinges, the creak of the swaying car. Life seems to be pressing in on him, compressing him, buzzing noisily in his ears and crawling over his skin. But Korra's warmth against his is the focal point of the world. Circling her tighter, he draws her across his lap -- a sweet, solid weight. His lips trace through her hair, to nibble on her earlobe. ]

I've always wanted to try this in mid-air.

[She grins as she straddles his hips and wraps her arms around his neck.]

Is that so?

[She makes her way down to his shoulder, little bites soothed with teasing kisses.]

[ Those hot peppered kisses make him shiver, skin prickling in a flush of goosebumps. Hei's eyes flicker half-shut and there's a sigh in his quiet exhale. The way he grew up -- was molded, forged, warped -- another pair of eyes means nothing. This tiny booth at the top of the ferris wheel is the most privacy he's had in a long time, no matter how small and confining the shape is. He feels both connected and untouchable, and that paradox, too, is a gift. ]

[ The starlight and faraway pinpricks of neon mingle to make the air tense with pale magenta brightness, washing out all color; what shade Korra's eyes are is briefly a mystery. He doesn't care about that though. He nips one of her earlobes and then traces the arc of her throat with his tongue. One hand massages her hipbone while the other slips under her jacket, beneath the skin-warmed blouse to the shock of hot bare skin, running his fingertips back and forth from the nape of her neck to the top of her jeans. ]

[She slides her own hands under the collar of his sweater.] You could've worn something a little easier to get off... [After all, she went to the trouble of putting on one of the bra&underwear sets he'd given her before coming over. Be prepared for anything.]

But I look terrible in frilly tube tops.

[ It's breathless but full of amusement against the warm curve of her neck. That slow game of undressing; the teasing, lingering deliberation -- he has a feeling all that will come later. Maybe at the Beach House, or down Underground. Right now, his blood and his brain feel thick with wanting, the meridians of his body pulsing in time with his heartbeat. ]

[ Lifting his head, he pulls her bottom lip into his mouth and scrapes the sensitive inside with his teeth. He can feel the brocaded texture of her bra and the swell of her breasts through her shirt. One-handed, he tugs at a fistful of her jacket, trying to peel it off. The other, still under her shirt, rubs along her warm damp skin, tracing the beads of her spine to the strap of her bra. It takes only a moment of fumbling before he's unfastened it. ]

Oh I don't know... I think you could make it work. [She wriggles out of her jacket and lets it fall to the floor.]

Or you could've worn something with buttons. [Speaking of buttons... she reaches for the fly of his pants. She's not sure how much time they have before the ride starts moving, but she's pretty sure it won't be enough for a lot of foreplay.]

Are you suggesting a wardrobe swap?

[ Because the N o p e is palpable. The heat from her hand soaks through his pants and makes his groin feel heavy and hot. The fabric is already stretched taut; his erection has escaped the elastic of his boxers and is down one pant leg, uncomfortably twisted. He lets her tackle the zipper, his own hands reaching for the top button of her jeans, their knuckles getting in each other's way. ]

[ When her top comes free from the waistband, he bunches it up and watches as her torso is exposed, the triangle of pale underwear visible where her trousers are open, how the light curves over the bare muscles of her belly, the pinched waist flowing into the rise of her ribs, the weight of her breasts shifting under her loosened bra. As her top binds under her armpits, he coaxes her arms up, missing the weight of her hand between his legs while he peels the shirt off. ]

[ The sight of her, a delicious disarray, leaves his mouth dry, his hands flexing uselessly in empty air. ]

I don't own any tube tops. [Her voice is muffled by her shirt. She squirms to get her arms loose, the air biting her overheated skin, but the only thing she cares about is getting back to his pants. She can't tug them off while they're both sitting down, but she gets them as open as she can before pulling his erection free.]

Thank God for small favors.

[ There's a noise that leaves the back of his throat (identical to the one that's practiced, a lie in a huge repertoire of lies; deceptions disguised as intimacies and manipulations sheathed in tenderness -- but he doesn't have to think of those things right now). When she pulls his erection free, it feels like she's uprooting a weed. But he doesn't care. It's a shocking transition from cool, prickling air to delicious heat. ]

[ His hips surge, his cock twitches gratefully in her palm, and there's a shivering gasp of air before his mouth finds hers again. One arm winds around her waist, keeping her close. The other hand drops into her unbuttoned her jeans. Unzips her fly. His fingers slip into the open V and rub back and forth over the lace of her panties. Slowly, almost teasingly, he moves his finger up and down her opening, held back by just a layer of damp fabric, before pressing the gusset against her, letting it rasp along her clit. ]

Mmph! [She writhes against his hand, feeling sparks burn against her skin. She wraps her hand tight around him and strokes fast with those hard twists he loves. It's a competition now to see which one of them will break first.]

[ Ah. Hei jerks like he's been hotwired, the breath lodging in his throat before he lets it off on a hum and shuts his eyes, rolling his head back. ]

[ His own hand goes still against her, but only for a moment. In the next, he's wriggled it past the waistband of her panties, against the damp curls and the cleft softness beneath them. There's no ceremony; no games. He sinks two fingers into her, curved and sneaky, moving them in and out and teasing that sweetspot, while his thumb caresses the slick pebble of her clit. With the other hand, he grasps her chin and fastens her mouth against his, as if to feed off any of those tasty noises she might make, to keep them from overspilling between their crushed lips. ]

[Her muscles clench tightly around him, trying to lock his fingers in place even as she rocks her hips. She digs her free hand into the nape of his neck. More than anything else right now, she wants to see if she can draw some sounds out of him.]

[ At the bite of her nails, Hei chokes back a hiss-moan, the fingers of his free hand skittering along Korra's spine. His cock spasms in her grip, wet-tipped; he is breathing hard, feeling the pleasure build, feeling his hips begin to stir in an instinctual rhythm. He presses closer to her, massaging deep inside of her with two fingers. God, all that slickness, suction, heat. He wishes he could see her properly. Wishes he could lay her back against the seat, pry her legs apart and kneel between them to taste her. But the maneuvering room is awkward. The booth is confining, the seat narrow, and with Korra's weight in his lap, his hand trapped in the lacy confines of her panties, everything is both frustrating and tantalizing in turns. ]

[ On a half-stuttered growl, he kisses her -- messily, lusciously. Then he pulls back just far enough to nuzzle her lips: a tiny bite, a sweet rubbing of noses, and then a quick, hard, deliberate rasp of stubble, leaving the skin of her neck burning in his wake. Mouthing her jaw, he says, ]

I think -- my wrist is cramping. Roll off a minute.

[ Enough so he can tug her boots and pants off. Maybe find a better position that doesn't involve their limbs dovetailed like pretzels. ]

[She groans and rolls off him, kicking her boots off while she waits for him to do...whatever he's planning on doing. Rest his poor little wrist, maybe.]

[ Something twitches across Hei's face -- a crooked, imperceptible smile. He can't believe she fell for that 'I-have-a-cramp' excuse. ]

[ The moment she rolls off, he slides down the seat. His knees hit the floor; reaching out, he grabs her falling boots, shoving them to the corner before he wrestles the jeans down her legs and off. His breathing rushes to and fro, ragged in the silence. Lowering his head, he rubs his cheek against the slope of Korra's throat, letting his tongue explore the hollow at the base, feeling her pulse throb there. He can smell her, rich and zesty and saltysweet, and he kisses lower, down her sternum, letting his chin push her bra down as he mouths hungrily between her breasts, feeling her chest moving against his cheek, rising and falling. ]

[ And then he's dipping down, down, over the folds of her belly -- down, to push his face between her legs. Her panties are damply silky and through the lace at the top he can see dark curls. With a rumbling noise in his throat, he licks at the panel of fabric, a dizzying want constricting his lungs. ]

He-I! [She yelps as he's suddenly between her legs. No fair! She can't touch him when he's down on the ground like that!] You...just want to drive...me...nuts...

[ Hei lets off a huff of air, wordless yet oddly-shaped in inflection as: You noticed? ]

[ He skins her panties down her ankles before peeling her legs wider apart, tipping them back. He leans in close, huffs of breath hitting her mons, faintly chilling the damp sheen on the insides of her thighs. Hungrily, he kisses her stomach and the arch of each hip, lips smoothing over the rosy calligraphy the waistband and lace have left behind on her skin. She's so sopping wet, her scent dark and hot and sweet. He licks her delicately with the tip of his tongue, the curls tickling his face -- before he abruptly closes his mouth over her whole sex and laps at her in earnest, sucking and humming like a starveling. ]

[She screams, grabbing onto his hair and pulling hard. Her body is so keyed up, from the excitement earlier, from the public location, from the need not to think. It's not going to take long to push her over.]

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we always forget to do nsfw warnings

all their threads are nsfw warnings 8')

/change korra's username to "nsfw"

but then all the other Hei's on the interwebz would get the wrong idea D:

he's the only hei that's interested

sssh jinx D:

/zips lips