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♦♦ 16th Contract [Video/Action]

Nothing's changed here. The usual idiotic curses. The usual whining.

But it beats the alternative.

A poisonous plant to symbolize romance. It fits.

[ 'Li' occupies a bench, legs stretched out before him. His head is tipped back to watch the stars, the curve of adam's apple silhouetted against the dark by a streetlamp. The loose lines of his body, the colder pitch in his voice, telegraph an ennui that is ... not very 'Li.' ]

[ He must be tired. That's the safest explanation. ]

......... I guess the City can expect an outbreak of mononucleosis in the coming weeks.

[ Definitely tired. Or. Something. ]

[ Action: Returning to the City isn't as disorienting as it should be. Not with Hei's frame of mind, or the recent pattern of his weeks. He appreciates the (relative) security of not being on the run, looking constantly over his shoulder. Settling into himself, no longer hyper-aware and jerky, will take more time; his mind still has a transient atmosphere he associates with airports. But when is that different from usual? ]

[ By Thursday, he's made an appointment at the hospital and visited a doctor, leaving with a fistful of pamphlets, prescriptions, antibiotics, and a renewed appreciation for modern medicine as opposed to back-alley stitches and homemade anesthetics. He re-checks his apartments, the safe-houses Underground, his Network Device (any newcomers? departures?) and transmits a message to Mao. ]

[ He doesn't stay home to sleep. Still too wired on slow-fading adrenaline. But after walking a while, he does find a bar, and within that bar, a few shots of bitter. (Bitter in, bitter out, huh?) Hands in pockets, he wanders the City, not sure of his direction, feeling disconnected on the unpeopled streets. It's a cool night; no snowfall. The bed of stars above fascinates him. Settling on a bench, he picks out constellations. ]

[ This is good. Just sitting here and taking in the quiet chirr of crickets, no traffic, no bullets, nothing exploding, just. Imperfect silence. ]

[ Too bad he doesn't notice the sprig of mistletoe hanging nearby. ]

[ OOC: Hei is back from his canon update, with a slight distaste for his now-redundant alias 'Li' -- although he'll continue to derp it up for the sake of security/appearances. If you want to run into him for kissus~♥ feel free. But pls note, he may shove you away/bitchslap, or fluster-&-flail like the fakest of mfers. Reactions are upto you<3 ]

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[ The point of the game would be lost if he skipped past the circuitous prelim. Vendettas, no matter how enormous or small, provide an excellent framework for self-control, in the end. He takes her hips in his hands, tugs her nearer. Lifts one thigh to his shoulder. For a moment he enjoys the vantage-point of her; spread across his bed, legs fanned open, the slope of her belly supplanted by the rise of breasts and uptilted chin. ]

[ Beautiful, positively lewd, memorized in a mental snapshot. ]

[ He mouths a wet line up one inner thigh, and down the other, avoiding the place he knows she wants attention. There's a scrape of stubble on his cheeks; it feels both soft and sharp against her tender skin, like fiberglas that can cut you. Parting her with the fingertips of one hand, he presses in, at last, mouth open and wet. Licks a long, slow strip all the way up to her clit, flattening his tongue to make sure she really feels it. This isn't something he usually likes to do; hygiene, grooming, and dubious sexual histories can be a turn-off in the right (or wrong) equations. ]

[ But there's no complaints here. Far from it. And he's very invested in seeing her plead. ]

[His teasing is rewarded with whimpered protests and squirming as she tries to direct his attention to her throbbing need. The scrape of his stubble heightens already sensitive skin.

Seriously, if he doesn't touch her soon, she's going to flip him over and have her way with him. She's not desperate enough to let go and reach for his head, but she's planning all sorts of different ways to torture him, which only makes her body ache more.

A choked gasp as his tongue finally enters her, and all thoughts of revenge -- any thought at all -- fly out of her mind. Her hands claw at the bedsheets, trying to hold onto any semblance of control.]

[ Hei feels her squirming; watches her whiteknuckle the sheets. His lips curve into a smile, secret and self-satisfied, but of course she can't see it. He circles her clit with his tongue, presses down against it again, then lets it pop free, sliding deliciously as it does. Keeps everything slow, plenty of wet and lapping, absorbing that familiar way the tastes change from point to point. He's been provided a map for general success -- seven out of ten times -- in this area. Enough to know what works for one girl seldom works for another. ]

[ He watches her reactions carefully, never touching her the same way twice. Determined to keep her just at the edge of it, but not to let her lap over. ]

[ It's hardly unselfish; just a control-game, as these things so often are. But part of him truly enjoys the telltale signs as she climbs, the prelude to the inevitable rise and fall. ]

[Her breath comes in short, heated gasps. She knows her body well: the places she likes touched best, the fastest way to get herself off. His careful exploration is driving her insane. He touches her favorite parts and then moves on before they're satisfied. Only letting her build up so far.

The worst part is, he's doing it deliberately. This combination of frustration and bliss is exactly what he's going after. (It had been her goal too, when their positions were reversed.)

She manages to choke out, more demand than plea:]

Quit toying with me.

[She was going to get her revenge for this. When the fog clears and her thoughts aren't trapped between her legs, being tortured by his tongue.]

[ Hei exhales against her, blowing cool air against skin he's making sure stays warm and slick. With his mouth pressed in so close he can feel the contractions of muscle, small ripples that may indicate that she's getting close. Her words, as much as her responses, trigger a wider smile. He draws back only to breathe, ]

Just returning the favor.

[ Isn't that the Golden Rule? Convenient how it leaves out the intentions and the situational significance behind it. His free hand moves down the inseam of her thigh. Two fingers gently working inside her now, stretching her, filling her, rubbing the good spot. He doesn't poke or pry; they rest there, letting her feel full. At the same time, he leans in close and presses his tongue back against her, wet rhythmic sweeps. Hums in his throat, deep and slow, letting the vibration sink in. Letting her know he's enjoying doing this, creating a variety of stimulus for her. ]

[ Until she's wound up to the edge, then sliding down, down, down, he's not going to stop. ]

[This right here is why people work in teams. There are some things you just can't do alone, like touch yourself with fingers and tongue and hnnnnnnnnnnng that hum. She bites her lip and moans deep in her throat. All it'll take is --

That. A little flick of the tongue, a brush of stubble, a warm breath. Whichever it was, that extra speck of dust turns the mountain into an avalanche that shakes her entire body. Her elbows slide from under her and she falls back, closing her eyes as she tries to catch her breath.]

[ There's a certain complacency in the angle of Hei's lips, but also a greed. He crawls up Korra's body, onto the bed. Holds her head in wide-spread fingers, pressing her own flavor back to her in kisses. With Amber there was always a little two-step at this point. A brief kiss and then a heavier one, calibrating permission and mood. (Hell knows why; they were in a war, all adrenaline and energy; their moods almost always led to fucking.) No brief kiss here. His mouth is immediately hungry on hers. Wet, invasive, fierce. His body thrums like a struck tuning fork; yet he's seized by a lassitude that is almost alcoholic. ]

[ One-armed, he reaches for the nightstand, yanking open a drawer. There's a crinkle of torn foil; the packet thumps to the floor. Forgoing the who-tops-who dilemma, he rolls Korra onto her side. And, spooning her, lifts her top leg, his erection gliding up against the seam of her body. Pressed tightly against her back, his breath stirs her hair; he gnaws the sensitive spot beneath her ear, murmuring ]

Okay?

[ The word is his catchall. Let me in and Get ready rolled into one. ]

[She would have preferred a little more time to recover. She's still in a happy fog, her limbs heavy and languid as he crawls up her. The intensity of his kiss, with its strange new flavor (hers?), is a shock to her system. It leaves her always a short step behind -- just as she's returning the kiss, he's reaching for the condom; just as she's ready to offer help, he's rolling her over and rubbing his erection against her.

Her body is tingling, ready for another round, but her mind is struggling to catch up. It'd be nice if he'd slow down a bit. Ask her before doing things like rolling her over (or at least give her some warning). She wants to ride the wave, not get swept away by it.

His nibbling elicits a moan that might as well be assent. Everything feels so good...she's not going to complain.

This time.]

[ Taking it easy, playing nice, making space in his mind to feel everything -- these aren't familiar concepts for Hei. He's never been good at sharing with others; the nature of his work, who he is, has only made it worse. It's inevitable that playmates crash into the jagged edges of his personality, time and time again. (It's one of those moments when 'Li' becomes preferable -- solicitous, sweet and eager to please). But while it's true that Hei comes and goes at his own hasty or languid schedule, right now he wants it to sync with Korra's. ]

[ Maybe next time (if, when), she can remind him there's two of them in bed. ]

[ He slips one arm under her ribs to draw her closer. The other hand drops between their bodies. Mouthing the crook of her shoulder, he pushes inside, not as gentle as he should be, but more than he has been in the past. Sinking, all the way in, with a little shuddering sigh, like slipping into warm covers at the end of a long day. His eyes go hazy; lips parting. ]

Ohhh.

[ He rasps it out like he's vastly underestimated his need for this. He has. ]

[Rough as he is, cruel as he can be, Korra prefers Hei to Li. She has faith enough in her own strength to prefer hard truths to pretty lies.

There's a hitch in her breathing, a tiny wince, as he pushes inside. Her body still isn't used to being filled like this, isn't quite ready to take him in that quickly. But one of the perks of habitually charging into situations without thinking is Korra can handle not being prepared. She focuses her attention on his mouth on her shoulder, his warmth at her back, and holds onto the hand wrapped around her. She likes the sound of his sigh. It doesn't have his usual edge, or the fake softness she associates with his persona. It just sounds...real.]

[ Hei allows for a moment of flexion as her body adjusts to his. It feels like terra incognita, every sliding inch, all heat and pulse. Both were absent that first time, and he realizes now how easy that made it for him to detach. As if he was with a love doll -- cool and curvy but ultimately an instrument to be used and forgotten. Not now. She's alive. Busy heartbeat. Quick breaths. ]

[ All so ordinary. Yet he's fascinated. ]

[ His hips rock against her, a hot press as he settles in fully. The arm around her body tightens; he laces the fingers of his hand with hers, squeezing. The other hand tips her chin at an angle, so their mouths connect. He kisses her, slow, intent, trancy, before breaking to murmur, ]

You all right?

[ His body is past ready. Begging for friction. But the question is easy to construe as a request for full sanction. ]

Mmm. [Not an ideal angle for kissing, but it's more than worth the crink she'll have in her neck later. She bites lightly on his lower lip as he pulls away.]

Yeah. [Better than all right, really. The lingering shock from his earlier haste is soothed away by the slow kiss and their interlaced fingers. She feels a little dreamy, languid, and hot all at once. No physical ache of desire, but eager to please and be pleased all the same.

She steals another kiss and pushes back against him, tacit permission to move as he needs to.]

[ Finally. Finally. ]

[ The word strobes in his head, bright and red, and Hei lets a low sound out of his chest. Presses his face tight against her neck so she feels the rumble of his voice against her skin. Bit by bit, he begins to rock against her, a tight overheated rhythm, more grind than thrust. No matter how many times he's done this, he's never quite prepared for the slippery-warm feeling, or the way everything fits differently in this position; it's always a sweet surprise to him. ]

[ (Especially how she feels so maddeningly, deliciously hot). ]

[ His heavy breaths stir her hair around her ear, their linked fingers resting just below her breasts. He slides a free hand down her belly, to just above where she's stretched warm and slick around him. Fingers catching and teasing her clit -- not a purposeful pressure, just little flicks of sensation to coax out cries. ]

[She focuses on her breathing as he begins to move, until her body finally adjusts. Then his hand moves down and it's all whimpers and moans.

But it's not enough for her to just lie there, letting him take his pleasure from her. Passive participation is not her style. Her options are limited by their current position, as far as she can tell; the most her hands can touch is the arms around her.

Then again, her hands aren't the only tools at her disposal. She tries flexing her vaginal muscles, squeezing and massaging him from inside her. Her control over them isn't that great -- she's never had much need to use them before -- but hopefully it will get some kind of (positive) reaction from him.]

[ The flex gets a reaction, all right. He growls, low and hoarse, into her skin, the exquisite pressure throbbing in counterbalance with his heartbeat. Her body already feels like a hot manacle -- chokingly tight. (Even at a time like this, his word choice associates stimulus with death). Except she's not a killer. She's the opposite of everything terrible that's formulaic and taken for granted in his world. ]

[ His tongue whorls against her neck, up beneath the ear, teeth worrying skin. The ferocious kisses will leave marks; he knows she'll carry them later, pretty little bruises, when she looks in the mirror. Souvenirs to remember the night by. But hard as his kisses are, his hips move harder, pushing, rotating the angle, letting her experience the fullness and friction, feel how tightly he's pressed up against her. ]

[ He wants her to remember this tomorrow; an after-echo in her every step. ]

[As if she needs the souvenirs; as if she could forget. She doesn't mistake this for romance, but it is meaningful to her. It's only her second time, after all. More importantly, it's Li. Without intending to, he's been pushing her to grow. Without realizing it, he's reconnected her to Avatar Aang. It's a shame he doesn't know how much hope he's given her. His spirit is dirty and jagged but he's not poison.

Her hand crushes his as he thrusts against her, a strange, dizzying combination of pleasure and pain. She grunts and pants, struggles to breathe and to give as good as she gets. She doesn't just want him to get off; she wants to be the one to bring him there.]

[ Not poison to her. But he's been one, for so many people. Damning. Destructive. He doesn't want to think of that, here and now. He wants to allow himself a moment's luxury of letting go. With Korra, that's easy to do. Like Pai, she has a strange -- vibe? aura? Anyone who's drawn to one girl would be drawn to the other, even if it's just for a minute or a day. He doesn't have to carry his full freight with her. He can be himself without BK201's catraphact or 'Li's charades. ]

[ (Still, still, it figures it would be a teenage girl with big blue eyes, who is seen not as a person but a symbol, because the universe so loves its ironic jokes.) ]

[ Right now though, all he can do is make noises of pleased approval, the ache of restraint collapsing, the languor breaking. His body is radiating heat in waves, sweat filming his skin. His fingers twine with Korra's in a deathgrip. He isn't sure how long he can keep this up -- not long, given the condition he'd been in when they started. He wants to come, but he wants that moment subsumed with hers. That she trusts him with this is clear. But he wants her to demand pleasure from him without any hint of self-consciousness, same as he does with her. ]

[ The rough pads of his fingers circle harder between her thighs now, wicked and slick. Body building up a wilder rhythm, aiming to find that spot to make her cry out and shudder. ]

[In this matter, Li and Korra are at (admittedly pleasurable) cross-purposes. While he wants them to climax together, Korra wants to break his control. He's driven her to madness (in ways both good and bad), but every time she comes close to sending him over the edge, he slams on the brakes and changes their positions. She's a volcanic eruption, while he is a carefully controlled explosion. He throws her off the cliff and then dives in after her. She wants, at least once, to be the one pushing him headfirst off the cliff. It's a matter of pride -- her natural competitiveness, and her youth, which still has so much to prove.

She clenches her teeth and struggles to hold it in. Reaches over her shoulder to grab the back of his head, tugging hard at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp.]

[ Hei feels her nails dig in. The hurt is hot and delightful. He groans, lips vibrating, mouth buried in her neck. Inside her, he seems to stretch, throb. Muscles singing to go on towards release. He tries to draw it out, take long trembling pauses to absorb their drenched connection, the internal beat of her heart, the rhythm of her gasps. But concentration has fallen to the wayside, a whipcord wire unspooling at dizzying sped, let go let go let go whirring through his synapses. ]

[ He circles his tongue, quick and wet, along the shell of her ear. Sucks hard on her earlobe, gritting out, ] Come on, god -- [ Then, in a hard swivel, he's rolled her onto her belly. Letting her take his weight -- chest to back, his legs on hers, and the slope of groin to backside, fitting perfectly. The mattress whines as he rocks against her now, blunt force and snap-stutters. His fingers still strum between her thighs, a degree faster than she might perhaps like. ]

[ No finesse; just pressure and insistence as the final waves encroach and his mind dissolves. ]

[Korra barely has time to turn her head so her face isn't smothered in the mattress, and their combined weight crushes her breasts in a way that's more uncomfortable than hot. Definitely not her favorite position, especially since his desperation doesn't give her much change to readust herself.

But right now she doesn't mind. That frustrated groan is exactly what she's been waiting for. He stiffens and shudders above her and she finally lets herself go, her voice muffled by the mattress.]

[ Her cry, muffled, still echoes in Hei with a sensation of completeness. His finish is a languorous stretch, rippling through him like a stone tossed in a pond, lapping, lapping, right to the edge. He exhales a stuttered sound more suggestive of relief than pleasure. Slumps -- melts, really -- against her, still closed in heavy, his flesh slick on her own. ]

[ But he's shifted off in almost the next beat, rolling onto his back, taking her with him, half-rueful at practically suffocating her. Not cuddling. But close. For a few moments he stares at the ceiling, inert, listening to both their panting breaths. Eyes unfocused, blinking slowly. ]

[ He feels honest for the first time in a long, long while. ]

[She shifts herself after he rolls off her. It's tempting to curl up against him, rest her head against his chest, but the last time she tried that, it hadn't ended well. She still doesn't understand what happened that night, why he shut down so completely; she can only assume it was something she did. But without knowing what, it's hard to not do it again.

So she pulls back, using his arm as a pillow, and while he stares at the ceiling, she watches him. She feels breathless and blissful, suffused with a languid warmth, but a thread of nervousness runs underneath. Is he still here, or will this once again be the point when he closes himself off completely?]

[ Drowsiness crowds in on Hei like a drug. He's not sleepy yet. Just boneless and heavy-limbed -- but aware. He can feel an undercurrent of tension in Korra. He knows why it's there. It'd be easy, as the minutes melt, to slip back into a mask. Reflex. He has so many masks as it is, studded in barbs and layered in impassivity. Old outfits are never that hard to put back on -- they're familiar and warm. ]

[ It has nothing to do with sex. Just on his unique circumstances, and the turmoil he's left behind. Vulnerability tends to leave him feeling weirdly scooped out and hollow. ]

[ None of it is Korra's fault, though. It wasn't then, and it isn't now. Circling an arm around her, he draws her in. There's a brief, very brief flicker of a smile, before he tips her chin up and catches her lips for a kiss, putting out just enough of a charge to make her lips tingle, barely enough to maybe raise the hair on her neck. His way of saying Thanks. ]

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[She lets out a sigh of relief as he kisses her, and the last of her tension is released into the air. She buries her head in the crook of his neck, lets herself melt for a moment. She's more than a little sleepy.

But not sleepy enough to keep her own demons at bay. That space of time between going to bed and falling asleep is her least favorite time of the night. Her mind, usually occupied, is left defenseless against her memories and fears. Amon taking her bending. Her failure to capture him. Her death, so senseless and random. Her last fight with Mako. Even things that don't bother her during the day, when she's rested and feeling strong, eat away at her when it's time to sleep. Paying the rent. Taking care of the animals. Protecting Jinora. The monsters, non-human and human alike, that she encountered in the Underground, and that she's going to work with on a daily basis.

It's all a part of becoming an adult, the stress and pain of growing up. But her privileged upbringing did nothing to prepare her for it, and here, in the City, she has no adult to offer guidance and support. She has to stumble along as best she can, learning things the hard way.

She doesn't want that to ruin this moment. She pushes herself up, focusing on her pleasantly sore muscles to keep the unpleasant thoughts at bay.]

I should go. Jinora will be worried.

[She should go, before the bliss completely wears off and her worries come back to attack. Like Hei, she pulls into herself when feeling vulnerable, but instead of harsh words and sharp edges, she defends her walls with weak smiles and stubborn silence.

Her hair is a complete bird's nest. She pulls out her hair pieces and tries to comb it with her fingers. The sweat is rapidly cooling on her skin. She gives Li a rueful smile.]

Do you mind if I use your shower first?

[ Part of Hei is relieved when she draws back (he is still, at his core, all about space). The other part only reaches to touch her hand. After a moment of squeezing it, he lets go. He's still got some drive left -- for Korra, for another go-round, for the sake of avoiding the dreams he knows lurk at the edges of his psyche. But just as he has a mapwork of exit strategies, he won't obstruct hers. ]

Hm. [ He cards a hand through his mussed hair and sits up, legs swinging over the side of the bed, to dispose of the condom in the wastebasket. Perhaps it's being vertical again, but he's slowly plunged back into rational reality. It's the same empty feeling that once descended on him when assignments went sideways, when the collateral damage was in double-digits, when the axis of his control tilted and he couldn't, for a split-second, find his footing. ]

[ It's all that. Multiplied by a hundred. ]

[ Stop it. He exhales, the corners of his mouth tight. Trying to not to feel consequence and history like a yoke on his shoulders, to let go and relax. It's not real relaxation because he's never been capable of that -- old dog, new tricks, blah blah -- but he forces it and lets himself settle for a millisecond of a fraction of a second. His gaze, flicking to Korra's, is a little more guarded now. But still gentle. ]

Go ahead. The bathroom is left of the corridor.

[ As soon as she walks out of his apartment, all her problems are going to be waiting for her. And as soon as he drops to sleep, all his will be waiting for him. That can't be avoided, though. Time slows down for no one. And, as even Amber would've agreed, it shouldn't. ]

♦♦ 16th Contract [Video/Action]

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