[ Unfortunately, fantasy and reality seldom walk hand-in-hand. The risks of public sex often outweigh the thrills. Hei's blackmailed enough marks to know. When a large part of your job involves following people surreptitiously, discovering patterns you can exploit, you see a lot of behavior that goes unnoticed by the outside world. Drugs. Prostitution. Gambling. Affairs. Incest. Pedophilia. Addictions and compulsions, cravings and lust. The real world, the id, the dark constants of human nature. But it's strange, how even though a logical Don't materializes when Korra says I want you, a choked sigh of needs worms its way free of his throat and he's plunged into a universe of flesh and impact and the heat and scent of her. ]
[ In casual stages, he slips his fingers free from their sweltering-slick trap between her legs. Brings them, wet with her juices, up to her mouth and smears them against her lips. Tipping his head, he kisses her -- hard -- sliding his tongue across her lips. In the ring, Blue plants his left foot on the canvas, pivots forward on his heel. His right arm uncurls like a whip as it comes around, arcing up, a spinning backfist that hits Red on the left temple. And down he goes, eyes shut. He thuds across the canvas openmouthed -- Hei dimly hears his teeth click shut. The referee kneels, counting, the kid's body lying there, writhing, trying to get up and failing. … nine … ten … ]
[ As the crowd roars, the bell ringing, Blue walks to his corner and sits on a stool. The trainer removes the mouthpiece and waters him, smoothing an icepack over his forehead. The crowd chants his name and he acknowledges them with a smile. His face is smoothly, childishly serene. A boy-Buddha. ]
[ Breaking the kiss, Hei reaches for Korra's wrist, fingers curling loosely. Tugging, he says, ]
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[ In casual stages, he slips his fingers free from their sweltering-slick trap between her legs. Brings them, wet with her juices, up to her mouth and smears them against her lips. Tipping his head, he kisses her -- hard -- sliding his tongue across her lips. In the ring, Blue plants his left foot on the canvas, pivots forward on his heel. His right arm uncurls like a whip as it comes around, arcing up, a spinning backfist that hits Red on the left temple. And down he goes, eyes shut. He thuds across the canvas openmouthed -- Hei dimly hears his teeth click shut. The referee kneels, counting, the kid's body lying there, writhing, trying to get up and failing. … nine … ten … ]
[ As the crowd roars, the bell ringing, Blue walks to his corner and sits on a stool. The trainer removes the mouthpiece and waters him, smoothing an icepack over his forehead. The crowd chants his name and he acknowledges them with a smile. His face is smoothly, childishly serene. A boy-Buddha. ]
[ Breaking the kiss, Hei reaches for Korra's wrist, fingers curling loosely. Tugging, he says, ]
I know a place.