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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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[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. ]

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[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. ]

[She returns the kiss reassuringly. She's okay; it had just taken her by surprise.

After a moment, she begins rocking her hips, just a little, slowly adjusting her body to having him inside her. It begins to feel nice, like a back rub or a tight hug.]

[ He sucks in a breath as she moves under him -- less a gasp of surprise, more Just like that -- and his hand slips from her thigh to the base of her spine, the better to draw her closer. The sensation of her coolness, against him, all around him, is dizzying. He pushes a fraction deeper, his hips settling against the saddle of her thighs, a growl low in his throat. But there's an issue of pace that he can't ignore. He rocks against her with caution, watching her, letting her focus on finding her own pleasure in their points of intersection. There's pauses, short plateaus of adjustment and acclimation. ]

[ The stop and go is a special torture but he's doing it for her. ]

[She's grateful for the reprieve, but she also resents being treated so delicately. She wants to break that control of his like she had before. Her hips thrust up with greater force and she deliberately claws at his back.

She may be new at this, but she ain't made of glass.]

[ The nails on his back are delicious lines of heat, her movements skewing his restraint sharply toward adrenalined rush and force. Dragging her hips up, he rocks at a new angle, hard, face buried in her neck. The harsh line of his zipper is a cold touch on her skin as he moves -- faster, faster, in and out, slick and full, getting a rhythm going. ]

[ His grip is going to leave bruises tattooed in fingerprints across her body. ]

[This is more like it. She clings to him and lets him set the pace, her pleasure coming mostly from the weakening of his control. Some might call it animal passion, but to Korra it makes him seem more human. She plays with the nape of his neck, alternately stroking it and scratching it.]

[ A quality of Hei's brain is that he's capable of furcating portions of his focus without disregarding them completely. Attention shifts, but everything still buzzes behind closed doors at full power. Yet even as the majority of his faculties are on high alert -- wired to detect danger -- his senses are chaotic as a pinball machine on Tilt. He lets his eyes fall shut under the scratch of her nails, jaw tensing with the building ache of pace and pleasure, grip tightening around her hips. ]

[ He can feel the warm rush of inevitability. Good, better, if he can take her along. Snatching one of her hands, he pushes it between their bodies. Whispers hotly against her ear, ]

...Why don't you touch yourself?

What?

[The question is more surprise that confusion. It takes her a little bit to find a rhythm that doesn't have Hei's weight crushing her hand between them, but when she does, it's like lightening running through her veins.]

[ He thrusts half in time with the movement of her hand, stomach taut with stifling sounds. Leans in to vie for her mouth again, cool and swollen, ready to be ravaged, same as the length of her neck. He's riding the blade's edge between bliss and overload now, eyes half-lidded, half lost in himself, half observing her. His breathing picks up, heavy gasps powering his rush to the finish line. ]

[ A few more moments, and he's going to let go. ]

[She moans against his lips, her hand rubbing harder and faster as an explosion builds up between her legs.]

[ She moans, and he changes his angle; deeper, tighter, almost-pummeling thrusts, each one aiming to hit her just so. Kissing her back savagely, with whatever bit of focus he doesn't need to keep his rhythm going, vibrating like a plucked steel spring as he also edges closer, towards the end. ]

[It's the kiss that does her in, setting off a spark with its ferocity that makes her entire body explode. She bites down on his lip, perhaps a little too har, as her body shudders in the aftermath.]

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