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[ Wrapped so smotheringly tight around him, her body radiates heat. Hei can feel her trembling under him like an earthquake about to happen, both of them drenched in sweat. Each sensation is a burst of color behind his tight-shut eyes. Her teeth against his shoulder are a dull flash of orange. The flutter-clench of her body are sparks of red and green. And the climax comes in bright hot pulses of white. ]
[ With a strangled sound he arches against her, one long shudder that subsides in stages, his erratic thrusts slowing into a lazy rocking, then, gradually, a series of imperceptible tremors, before he collapses in a boneless sprawl, drawing air in through his open mouth. Spine gone, limbs like noodles, mind a pulped mass of white-noise. But the glow could power the whole goddamn building. ]
[ With a strangled sound he arches against her, one long shudder that subsides in stages, his erratic thrusts slowing into a lazy rocking, then, gradually, a series of imperceptible tremors, before he collapses in a boneless sprawl, drawing air in through his open mouth. Spine gone, limbs like noodles, mind a pulped mass of white-noise. But the glow could power the whole goddamn building. ]
[She melts onto the bed. Her limbs are still tangled with his; even if she had the energy to move them, she wouldn't want to. His body is a comfortable weight against hers.]
Mmmm.
[Yeah. Profound. Congratulations, Hei; you successfully fucked all the words out of her mind. Nothing remains except warmth and a dizzy happiness. She presses light, lazy kisses against his shoulder (the only part she can reach without moving.]
Mmmm.
[Yeah. Profound. Congratulations, Hei; you successfully fucked all the words out of her mind. Nothing remains except warmth and a dizzy happiness. She presses light, lazy kisses against his shoulder (the only part she can reach without moving.]
[ Exhaustion settles like a fog over Hei's mind. Every sinew vibrating, the bites and scratches on his skin dully throbbing -- he's sure they'll make an interesting sight when he looks in the mirror later. His body is heavy with a satisfaction that is cousin to an encroaching black-out. Even so, he feels that familiar urge creeping through him -- to nudge her off, to leap up and deny any intimacy, to escape its range with the barrier of cold looks and colder words. He lets her press her indolent kisses against his shoulder a moment more, then stretches before rolling away. He doesn't go far though. It's only to dispose of the rubber, plunked offhandedly in the wastebin. ]
[ Can't get any weirder, or sugarier, so when he exhales and scooches near Korra again, entwining their legs and tipping a moist kiss to her forehead, he puts it down to the whole general unreality of today, and lets his eyes slip shut. A shower and a snack would be welcome. But for the moment, he's content to drowse, her hair spread out around him and her pulse thubbing against his skin. ]
[ Can't get any weirder, or sugarier, so when he exhales and scooches near Korra again, entwining their legs and tipping a moist kiss to her forehead, he puts it down to the whole general unreality of today, and lets his eyes slip shut. A shower and a snack would be welcome. But for the moment, he's content to drowse, her hair spread out around him and her pulse thubbing against his skin. ]
[She doesn't protest when he pulls away; just watches him with half-lidded eyes, wondering what will come next. She's pleasantly surprised when he comes back.
Enjoy it while it lasts. The thought tries to be a threat, but she's buzzed enough to take it as a pleasant suggestion instead. She rests her head on his shoulder, her hand on his stomach, and closes her eyes.]
Thank you.
Enjoy it while it lasts. The thought tries to be a threat, but she's buzzed enough to take it as a pleasant suggestion instead. She rests her head on his shoulder, her hand on his stomach, and closes her eyes.]
Thank you.
[ Her moist skin smells slightly musky and warm. Sticky, but not completely unpleasant. Hei hitches his arm more snugly around her shoulders, wriggling the leg half over hers. Pillowed as she is on his shoulder, Korra's drowsy voice makes a thrum at the base of his throat. Thank you? The abysmal sadness of this stuns him into silence for a moment. She shouldn't have to thank him. Not for basic decency. It's a reminder of how easy she'd be to warp, to accept certain cruelties and distances as How Things Are, because she has no standard comparisons. ]
[ Nuzzling his nose in her hair, he murmurs, ]
Not exactly suffering for my art, Korra.
[ Whatever said Art entails. He can almost hear Amber drawling. Tsk, tsk. We don't suffer. It's the others who do. He tries not to think about it. Or about Amber -- that cordite-and-apples scent, the soft tickle of green hair, the pleasantly cool skin on his own. Instead, ] Take a nap, all right? [ Because if she's planning to stay the night, she'll need all the sleep she can get. (Hei's own mind is too overflowing for rest. After a while, when he's sure Korra won't wake if he moves, he'll slip out of bed. Maybe finish the jelly languishing uneaten on the bedside table before waking her for Round Two.) ]
[ Nuzzling his nose in her hair, he murmurs, ]
Not exactly suffering for my art, Korra.
[ Whatever said Art entails. He can almost hear Amber drawling. Tsk, tsk. We don't suffer. It's the others who do. He tries not to think about it. Or about Amber -- that cordite-and-apples scent, the soft tickle of green hair, the pleasantly cool skin on his own. Instead, ] Take a nap, all right? [ Because if she's planning to stay the night, she'll need all the sleep she can get. (Hei's own mind is too overflowing for rest. After a while, when he's sure Korra won't wake if he moves, he'll slip out of bed. Maybe finish the jelly languishing uneaten on the bedside table before waking her for Round Two.) ]
[She snorts in amusement. "Art", to her sleepy mind, conjures images of men in funny hats with paintbrushes. The idea of Hei in a funny hat would make her laugh if her body wasn't so heavy.]
Mmm.
[She should think about Jinora and Lin...but she doesn't. Her mind is on the here & now: the warm weight of his arm around her, the slight tickle of his nose in her hair, the faint throbbing of budding bruises. She's satisfied and sleepy and a nap sounds like a perfect idea. It doesn't take her long to drift off.]
Mmm.
[She should think about Jinora and Lin...but she doesn't. Her mind is on the here & now: the warm weight of his arm around her, the slight tickle of his nose in her hair, the faint throbbing of budding bruises. She's satisfied and sleepy and a nap sounds like a perfect idea. It doesn't take her long to drift off.]
[Chekov knows that Korra doesn't particularly like using her network device, but, given the random attacks on citizens, the City guard, hacked network, and general chaos outside, he thinks it's best not to go out more than is strictly necessary.]
Korra? Are you dying of boredom?
[He doesn't sound like someone who's staying home because of a violent rebellion, but.]
Korra? Are you dying of boredom?
[He doesn't sound like someone who's staying home because of a violent rebellion, but.]
[So maybe not all of Starfleet's geniuses end up fighting up close and personal, and maybe the science-inclined tend to get stuck on the bridge or in the transporter room when things get ugly on away missions. TECHNICALITIES.]
I could fight. I was trained.
I could fight. I was trained.
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