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♦ ♦ 13th Contract

[ The weekend has come and gone. ]

[ Familiar faces have come and gone with it, leaving him feeling like an animal who's been taunted through the bars of a cage. Ugly memories, dormant for so long he expected to be free of them, emerge now as if risen from the dead. Horrors worse than what lurk in a crate of vodka have his head pounding -- tick tick tick like the City Clock. Like a time-bomb. Sometimes he sees Amber, free-floating, whispering riddles in his ears. Sometimes it's Yin, watching him with blank eyes and a sad not-smile. Pai is almost always closeby: never quite visible, calling out to him from behind a spray of blood. ]

[ Barely able to distinguish sleep from wakefulness, he isn't sure which is worse. The City feels twice as surreal after the atmosphere of the weekend, the atmosphere of his mind. ]

[ Fortunately there are ample distractions. ]

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~~So this place has taken its 'prison' aspects a step further.~~

...Is this a practical joke?

[ Options For Run-Ins: ]

[ Shed: Pent-up energy and a mind for solitude have him trekking through the woods. He's in no mood for the chatter and music of smoky bars. He can't muster that effort to be On tonight -- to handle human faces and prying questions. Worse, the City's full of pests and spies. He'd rather not be out in public, where he could be recognized. The outdoors are a better bet, particularly so late at night. Holed up in an unheated shed, a flask of something foul in his coat pocket, he can lull himself into imperfect numbness. ]

[ If he doesn't freeze to death, locked and stranded, first. ]

[ Houseguest: The moon is pale in the sky. Masked and armed, Hei slinks through rooftops in the early-night darkness. Passing like a shadow past signboards and sloping tiles -- graceful, nearly weightless. He's alert, keeping track of everything. But his mind is fixed on Pai, on Amber and Yin and all the possibilities wasted. The thought-pattern is irrational. A time-waster. Dropping into an empty flat, he tries to snap out of it. It's chilly in here. He doesn't bother switching on the lights. Changing into civilian clothes in the bathroom, he splashes cold water on his face and resolves to head home. ]

[ Until he realizes he's stuck in. ]

[ What now? ]

[OOC: open to action and network replies. I'm cool with assuming he was stuck with more than one person during this curse. On that note, those he's trapped with are welcome to threadjack any network responses! Hei's in a tetchy mood after 4th Wall, so GIVE HIM HELL<3 ]

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[ The fingers in his hair, the tugging? All green light. He nudges the underside of one breast with his nose, licking the crease. Bites each place he touches, tasting her salt with his tongue. One hand strokes down her belly, open-palmed. Works at the clasp of her pants before his fingers slide under the waistband, between cloth and skin. ]

[Her whimpers turn into a soft cry as he reaches down into her pants. Her legs close instinctively, trying to protect that vulnerable part, even as her hips buck up to beg for more. Her fingers dig into his scalp, struggling for some kind of control.]

[ Her body-language is so deliciously expressive. He can read so much in that cry, desire and hesitation all at once. His fingers, warm and rough at the tips, stray lower. Dabble lightly in moisture, finding and exploiting nerve clusters with little flicks. Slow movements as he double checks his pace, her responses -- take it step by step, find a solution, work the problem. It's true for wetwork. It's true here too. ]

[ He raises his head, tracing her lips with his tongue before licking into her mouth. Still not partial to kisses. Yet the taste of her is becoming an addictive necessity. ]

[For Korra, the kiss is a reassuring anchor. It's something she understands, that she's done before. She focuses on his lips, nipping at them with shy playfulness, and gradually relaxes enough to open her legs just a little. The contrast between her cold body and his explosive heat is almost too much for her to bear.]

[ He takes her shy bites with a half-purr, his each kiss pressing messages against her mouth -- Relax, relax, this will be good. ( Never Trust me -- You're safe -- I won't hurt you. ) Hei is a natural at cajoling and omissions. But he won't offer those. There's no guarantee of truth. His fingers explore her carefully, spreading slick up and out, then pushing inside by degrees. He's never been particularly obsessed with his partner's pleasure; he's self-serving by hazard of his nature and trade. Point and shoot. But Amber often teased him that sequels don't mean as much until the first act is finished properly. It's a two-way street, Hei, she'd tease. ]

[ She'd inspired the completionist in him. Parts of him are still intact. ]

[ He watches Korra's reactions carefully. He wants to bring her off at least once, before moving to the main event. It'll be easier going for both of them that way. ]

[She feels something building up inside of her, threatening to explode. Even his kisses begin to feel overwhelming and she breaks away, burying her head in the crook of his neck in a vain attempt to regain control. She doesn't pant -- side effect of not breathing -- but her nails in his skin and the movement of her hips communicate plenty.

When she finally comes, she bites his neck to muffle her cry.]

[ He reads the play of the muscles in her body as she squirms, tendons moving like piano strings. There's a tune there. Even with no pulse to offer it a beat. Her cry, the dull ache of her teeth in his neck -- that's a song all on its own. Pretty, so pretty. The thought-fragment passes through his head as he takes in her expression. Open, unreadable, and for once, nowhere near anger. Diplomatically he slides his fingers out of her in stages. Nuzzles her hair, giving her a moment to catch her breath -- figuratively speaking. ]

[ Aware all the while of the ache of his own impatience, blood and pulse and pressure. She can probably feel the hard bulge of his arousal against her. ]

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[Her limbs feel trembly and weak, but when he nuzzles her hair, something funny happens in her chest, like her heart skipped a beat except there was no beat to skip. She doesn't understand it.]

That was -- [She stops herself before saying "amazing," not wanting to sound as naive and inexperienced as (if she's honest with herself) she obviously is. She's not sure what she's supposed to say now. "Thank you"? Except it's not over yet. She can feel the press of his arousal against her side, and it stirs up in her a mixture of desire and fear.

She's never seen a man's parts before, much less touched them. She has a basic understanding of the raw mechanics, but that doesn't translate into actually knowing what to do. It would be so much easier if this were a fight...

Why not think about it that way? She stops to consider this. Better yet, why not think about it like pro-bending? She hadn't known what she was doing then either, but she had asked, watched, and learned, and there had been nothing embarrassing about it. She can do the same thing here.

She smiles and leans up a little to kiss him before reaching down to touch his erection through his pants.]

What do I do?

[ When life is deception and game-playing and bruises, when that's all Hei remembers ever since he was a child, sex and nudity is a part of the physicality that he's never been ashamed of. He was indoctrinated before he'd ever developed an understanding of morality or decency. He kisses her back, shivering but not from cold, his mussed hair brushing her face. When she touches him through his pants, he sucks in a breath, hard, and his hips jerk forward before he can stop himself. He tries to focus on counting heartbeats, regulating his breathing, keeping calm even as he clasps her wrist in his hand. Her teeth-marks still throb hotly at the side of his neck. ]

[ What do I do? she asked. ]

Help me with this. [ There's a dark rasp in his voice. He leans in, mouth hot under her jaw, and brings her cool hand down to the button of his fly. She's so unnervingly earnest in her innocence. He doesn't want to tell her how much he just wants her to slip her hands under his clothes, take hold of him and wrench everything away. ]

[Finally she can fluster him a little! She feels very pleased with herself.]

Well yeah I figured that much...

[The snark in her voice dies off when he brings her hand to the button of his pants. She undoes the button and the zipper, and reaches in to take his erection in hand.]

[ His smile is faint but sharp-edged against her jaw. Turnabout is fair play, isn't it? There's an intake of air as her cool hand curls around his erection. His heart stops reverberating in his ribs, choosing to drop down in a pooling warmth below his stomach, replicated where her fingers touch. Braced on elbow above her, he wraps his free hand tight over hers. Moves them together, down and up, until she finds the right pace. He offers no actual words of encouragement, just a low pleasured hum, punctuated by gasps. ]

[ All the while ignoring (trying to ignore) a disembodied voice that whispers: There's other things you could teach her.... ]

[She is nothing if not a quick study. It doesn't take long for her to find the pace and keep going on her own. She treats it like a sparring match, carefully watching his every reaction and changing her techniques accordingly. Occasionally trying something new, like very gently scraping the short nail of her thumb across the sensitive skin, just to see happens.]

[ Enthusiasm. Diligence. Very good qualities and Hei demonstrates his approval -- letting his hips fall toward her, panting so as not to groan. His teeth nip hard at her neck, her jaw, her earlobe, chasing with an almost apologetic suck. Short, humid breaths sticking to her flesh as as she finds a pace that slowly breaks his resistance. There's a dull rumble in his head -- ready, set, go -- a rush of heat and white-noise and tension, and suddenly he's grabbing her wrist. ]

....Stop.

[ He kisses her mouth again, hard, a demand on the tip of his tongue. Now. Now. He wants inside her. Images of corpses, bloodsplatter, earthworms -- the mundane and the repellant -- can't cool him off quickly enough. ]

[She makes pleased noises at his bites, though her real pleasure comes from finally breaking his cool.

So when he grabs her wrist and says stop, she's worried.]

Did I do something wron-

[His kiss cuts her off, but it doesn't reassure her. She doesn't understand the demand on his lips.]

[ Still kissing her, he wants to say, Nothing wrong. It's the opposite. But there's something riding under the passion and urgency. A ripple, a whisper of portent. Something about this moment -- the scent, the colors, the mood it stirs up in him -- replicates lost moments in Heaven's War. For a split-second his mind is chaotic with spilled blood and whistling blades, the reverb of frags and the char of scorched meat. ]

[ Forcibly, he shakes it off. Surely sex is the best sort of exorcism. His hands splay down her sides to the waistband of her pants. He starts to tug them down. When he breaks the kiss, finally, his mouth is swollen, his eyes fixed yet faraway, as if he's having trouble calling himself from an edge -- someplace between here and who-knows-where. ]

Take these off.

[ That should make future intentions clear. ]

[She can tell his mind isn't here anymore. He's looking at her, he's talking to her, he's touching her, but he's not actually here. It makes her uncomfortable.

She pushes him off her so she can slide off her pants, but with less eagerness than before and a lot of awkwardness and fear. He's going to be inside her. Will it hurt? Will it even fit?

With her pants gone, she's completely naked. She shivers slightly, not from the cold, and even though Hei's right there, she suddenly feels very alone.]

[ While she peels her pants off, Hei digs into the pockets of his own trousers. His fingers close on a foil square. His reasons for carrying condoms aren't sexual so much as expedient. In Heaven's War, they had several uses. As tourniquets, sling-shots, gear-pack repairs, waterproof match-&-tinder containers. He'd also put them over the front barrels of guns to prevent water and dirt from leaking in. Soldiers often joked it was a whole new meaning to This is my rifle, this is my gun. ]

[ Korra may be City Dead. But her hormones seem perfectly unaffected. Who's to say the rest of her is any different? He'd rather not risk it. Reaching out, he eases her onto her back. He can read fear plainly in her expression, and wonders if she knows see how far away a part of him is. Lost in need and the gritty memory of places better abandoned. A smile, wan but warm, crosses his face. ]

You're not getting a root canal.

[ Relax. It's an urging for both her, and him. ]

[She frowns.]

That's a good thing, right?

[Yeah, that probably would've been more reassuring if she had any idea what a root canal was. It gets the job done, though. She's confused, but less scared. The warm smile helps.]

[ He nods. Trying, all the while, to erase the slew of voices in his head. Tearing open the packet, he watches her with lowered eyes before he rolls the rubber on. Hovers over her, his torso in a tense arch, not yet making her bear his weight as he lines their bodies together. ]

[ Leaning in close, he probes her lips with his. Breath, pulse, warmth: all feverish. The warning is implicit. Ready? ]

[She watches him put on something.]

What's that?

[He kisses her before answering. She breaks away.]

Seriously.

[She may be stalling, just a bit.]

[ Hei's patience -- always limited -- is hanging by a thread. His voice edges on strained. ]

Condom. [ Figures she wouldn't know what those are. World disparities. He runs his erection lightly up and down the seam of her body -- last call. ] Unless you want to deal with pregnancy. Or worse.

Oh.

[Reminding her about all the horrible things her White Lotus masters had warned her about sex is not a great turn-on, for the record. And she doesn't really understand how that thin tight pouch is supposed to protect her.

You're dead, remember? What's the worst thing that can happen?

So she pulls his head down for a kiss -- permission for him, and reassurance for herself.]

[ Korra kisses him and he hums, a low, hungry noise. It intensifies quickly, the way his lips move against her; all pressure and heat, the hitch-and-gasp of his breath as his body pushes in. He draws one of her legs around his hip, and it's like a male dancer positioning a ballerina, a precise controlled motion, equal parts force and delicacy. Fills her slowly, not gentle but not brutal either. ]

[ Going from hot to cool, enveloped in it, in a slip-slide of friction, is a shocking contrast. It makes his brain flicker and turn to static -- makes the air, the room, his body, everything plunge. ]

Edited 2012-11-18 00:10 (UTC)

[She clings tightly to his neck and tries to focus on a mimicry of breathing. It's a different sensation from before. It doesn't run like a current throughout her body; it's a fullness that's just short of painful, and it burns inside her.

Before she's ready, he plunges his full length, and she screams, her nails clawing across his back. She locks her leg around him to keep him in place.]

Just...gimme a minute.

[ Her scream cuts through the overlapping fog. Panting, Hei tries to find a sturdy thread of reality to cling to. His own breathing is a tense in and out. Chest expanding with each inhale, relaxing on each exhale. Like a runner. Like someone before a high-jump. He's gaining control, muscle by muscle. Finding his center. ]

[ Stilling himself for her. ]

[ I'm sorry, he thinks. In his head. In his head. This is as close as he'll ever come to saying it out loud. Words have never been his purview, and he can't think of anything beyond that, so instead he just leans in to kiss her again, soft and sweet and breathless -- a silent It's okay. ]

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