♦♦ 34TH CONTRACT - ANONYMOUS TEXT/ACTION

[mortemscintilla]

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.

Options For Run-Ins:

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! ]

Comments

[alittlebent]

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.]

[mortemscintilla]

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. ]

[alittlebent]

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.]

[mortemscintilla]

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. ]

[alittlebent]

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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

we always forget to do nsfw warnings

[alittlebent]

[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.]

all their threads are nsfw warnings 8')

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

/change korra's username to "nsfw"

[alittlebent]

[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.]

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

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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's the only hei that's interested

[alittlebent]

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...

sssh jinx D:

[mortemscintilla]

[ 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. ]

/zips lips

[alittlebent]

[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.]

>3

[mortemscintilla]

[ She screams, and something like triumph leaps inside Hei, though his own heart is in his throat, enough to stifle the wry smugness that threatens to curl his lips. His fingernails bite into the meat of her thighs, ten pink crescents, spreading her wider apart. Keeping her pinned so she doesn't buck to envelop him, or close her legs around his head. Growling, he buries his tongue in her. The heat of her is intense, delicious, his mouth wet with her, even the tip of his nose slicked. He breathes deep -- curls tickling across his face, matted and wet, beads of moisture caught on the strands. Hums and digs faster and deeper with his tongue, his teeth barely scraping at the tiny point of her clit. His cock is rock hard, his whole body pulsing with a furious want. ]

[ To see her unravel? No. Just the thrill of being so near her, his chest full of a twisted, terrifying glee. ]

[alittlebent]

[She rocks her hips and fights against his grip, trying to wrap her legs around him. She's whimpering and groaning, dizzy and needy.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He can both feel and hear the sounds she makes -- wonderful, plaintive tremors and gorgeous ripples of heat. The way she looks -- spread open, eager, wildly aroused -- is incredible. He alternates between sucking and tickling her clit with his tongue, occasionally lapping a hot wet stripe along the length of her sex, building her toward her peak. ]

[ Every part of her seems to burn to the touch. He lets his upper lip slide along her swollen clitoris, pumping his tongue in and out of her now, and she is boiling, enough to make his skin film with sweat, waves of hunger pulsing through him every time he makes Korra rock, every time she yanks at his hair and worst of all, best of all, every time she cries out, breathless and thoughtless and so very imperfectly beautiful. ]

[alittlebent]

[She comes with a scream -- a scream that turns into a yelp as the ride shudders back to life. The car rocks and she topples over, banging her head on the side.] Ouch!

[Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. (Funny to think she never used to curse like this. Strange what a year and a half can do to you.) Everybody probably heard that scream and her clothes are all over and everybody is going to know ugh she is going to die.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She crests, and the sound of it goes straight through Hei, flaring excitement, satisfaction -- then a mute alarm as the ride jolts, resuming its slow rotation. He watches Korra sway, unbalanced -- ]

[ Fall. ]

[ Hei lets off a strangled curse as he's jerked back, and there is a resounding thud, a crack -- of bone, wood, whatever, he doesn't know. He's too busy trying to straighten up, a blank white shock racing in his veins, stuffing himself back in his jeans and setting his clothes to rights, before reaching out to steady Korra, hands on her shoulders, seeking out body-warmth and trying to make sure she hasn't bumped her head. ]

[ His mouth curves, though he tries to repress it, neon glow reflecting in his eyes and turning the outline of his face bright cobalt and green. ]

You okay?

[alittlebent]

Hand me my bra! [She shakes off the hand on his shoulder because he just has pants to put on, while she has almost her entire outfit. Has she mentioned how much she hates the fact that her clothes are always the ones that come off first? Because wow this is just another reminder of how much she hates that. She is going to punch him when she's dressed again.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hey, look at it this way. She may be semi-dressed, but at least she doesn't have blue balls. ]

[ His hands fall away from her. He scrubs them through his hair instead, then glances around for her brassiere, scooping up the lacy morsel and dropping it in her lap. While she slips it on, he'll take the liberty of skinning her jeans back up her thighs. Her panties, torn into one unwearable strip, have fallen under the seat. He grabs up the silky bit of fabric, pauses, then stuffs it into his pocket. He's not sentimental enough for souvenirs, but some amusements are better remembered with a touching memento or two. ]

[ The wheel jerks into motion again, their booth swaying as they descend. Three different kinds of tinny music skirl outside, growing louder, along with the eerie sound of canned laughter from some ride below. ]

[ Trying and not quite succeeding to look apologetic, he holds Korra's boots out for her. ]

I think I preferred you half-dressed.

[alittlebent]

[She kicks him before taking the boots and slipping them on.]

Is that supposed to be a compliment?

[mortemscintilla]

[ He can sense a mild simmer of anger under her surface. But he doesn't let that bother him. Instead he tweaks her breast through her bra, before gathering up her blouse. He offers it to her, dangling off a finger, his gaze remarkably innocent despite the hair-pulled, lip-swollen combination. ]

Would you kick me again if I said 'Yes'?

[ The lights and sounds from announcers and booth-holders come clearer. They're almost back on carnival ground. Back to their close approximation of reality. ]

[alittlebent]

[Instead of answering, she just kicks him again and yanks her shirt back over her head.]

Jerk. [Annoyed and affectionate, all at once.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei doesn't answer. He snatches her close for a kiss, hard and breathless, passing her own tart flavor back to her. The booth skreaks to a stop, and the doors swing open. There are plenty of people outside -- concerned ride-operators, curious bystanders, dazed riders, their faces all stained different colors in the carnival glow. By the time he and Korra step out, blush-cheeked and breathless, they look like just another couple glad to be off the malfunctioning ferris wheel. ]

[ They shuffle off the platform, the scenery all slats of multicolors against a dark night sky. Lightly, Hei slips his hand through Korra's. ]

We should be heading back.

[ To the Beach House. To the safehouse in the Underground. Whichever is closer. ]

[alittlebent]

[Nobody looks at them amiss, a fact for which Korra is eternally grateful. Still, she doesn't hesitate to tug him away from the ride after he takes her hand. Put as much distance between her and the scene of the crime as possible.]

No more rides? [More teasing than disappointed]