[ Watching her is more than temptation; it's edging into low grade torture. Hei lets her slip off the wisps of cloth before he steps out of his own shorts. Spanning his arms around her back, he pulls her in tight for a moment and squeezes hard, feeling her bare breasts against his chest, the heat of her belly against his erection and the slightly sticky feeling of their bodies rubbing together. The wine bottle is a hard cold press against the dip of her spine; he takes a long inhalation of her hair, noses along her jaw, biting her neck and shoulder, her scent somehow augmenting his hunger but comforting too. ]
[ How strange is it, to find himself in a place like this, with someone like her, at the same time his mind is dangling over the abyss, empty-hearted, empty-pocketed? Surreal. ]
[ Tugging her wrist, he guides her into the tub. The water is on the edge of scalding -- he tends to set the temperature too high. Sinking upto his shoulders, he sets her against him, back to front, his legs bracketing her on either side, her hair tickling his chin. His spine feels stiff, despite the hot rolling water, with a tension that vibrates inside. It's half Korra's proximity, half an inability to relax anywhere -- but this is good enough. ]
[ No candles or music, nothing romantic -- but calmly pragmatic, which suits him best. ]
[She gasps at the hard press of the cold bottle against her skin -- stark contrast to the heat radiating from Hei's body. She presses her head against his shoulder and twists to give him better access. The entire situation may be strange to him, but nothing seems particularly odd about it to Korra. Her perception of "normal" has been skewed by so many months in the City.
Then again, normal's just a word.
She pouts a little when he pulls back. He likes to do that, get her worked up and then abruptly switch to something else. (If asked, she'd say she prefers to keep things straightforward, but not-so-secretly she loves the teasing.) She follows him into the water eagerly enough, letting out a shuddering breath at the heat. She leans back against his chest and reaches out to wrap his arms around her waist. One of the bubbling jet streams hits her in a ticklish spot and she starts laughing and squirming.]
[ Normal is just a word, yes. But it's also a quality -- a vibe -- Hei catches in Korra, something he's experienced only a few times before, while he was with Pai. A sense of fitting. (Maybe that's what Korra's real talent is. It's what she does -- even to the worst, most depraved and fucked up of all of them -- she draws the normality out, like an illness your immune system has been holding at bay before collapsing.) ]
[ (Hei fights threats with blades, evasions, bombs. But he can't blow his head up, free this threat in a spray of confetti, if he wants to avoid the coward's way out. Worse, sometimes he doesn't even want to.) ]
[ Shaking it off, he takes a long drink of the wine. Enjoys the tart bite in his throat, forcing away his urge for something different -- something Korra-shaped, Korra-flavored. In the heated frothing water, she's all warm and slippery resting against his chest, and he almost feels his body succumbing to relaxation. Almost. Instead he tips a half-smile at her giggle, a wicked idea crossing him. ] Water jets, [ he says, and his fingers tickle briefly under her breast, before dipping lower. Beneath the surface, his hand explores, gliding up her leg, slipping between her thighs. Casually, he lifts her leg across his own to open her up, make more room. Lets the bubbling jet underwater ghost over her mons, stirring the curls and the point of her clit. ]
[ Barely there, but an unmistakable relentless pressure. ]
Hyng! [She lets out a strangled yelp as the jet stream hits her. She tilts her head up to "glare" at him.] No fair.
[Even so, she doesn't try to move away from it; instead she wiggles a little, trying to get closer, but there's only so close she can get while remaining both comfortable and connected. She reaches up to take out her hair pieces. She sets them aside and settles against him, lacing her fingers with his.
This is nice. She doesn't say it out loud, but it radiates from her.]
[ Her yelp bounces off the tiles, and when Hei looks down at Korra it's with something a little playful (and wholly dangerous) in his eyes. In his grasp, she's deliciously warm and soft, all curves and slick skin, the aggression and muscle in abeyance for a little while. Taking another sip of the wine, he lets it dance in his mouth. Sets the bottle near the tub's wide lip, then tips her head back to kiss her, passing a gulpful between them. She seems content enough -- not at the edge of a drowse, but blissfully replete. He's glad -- but taking advantage of her state of undress would be expected at some point. Strategic even. ]
[ Hei's not much of one for this -- quiet, languid moments of repose and inaction -- but it helps, knowing that at least Korra's under no illusions, that this is what it is without having to summon ideas like Future or Intimacy. (At least, he hopes she's under no illusions.) Pressing closer, enjoying the slide of wet skin on skin, he gnaws under the sensitive point of her jaw, moving down her neck to tease the skin where throat and shoulder meet. Squeezes their linked hands, and brings them up to her breasts. Sweet heavy breasts, round and full. (And sensitive -- the best part of a natural pair instead of silicone skin-sacks.) Holding her against him with his free arm, he lets their interlaced fingers knead the soft flesh, palm swirling softly on the nipple to make it pebble. ]
[ There's purpose in his caresses, but no urgency. He can carry on with this awhile unless she redirects his course. ]
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[Does "aggressively not thinking about it" count as not harboring any illusions? She knows there's no future in this; she knows she wouldn't want a future with him anyway. She wants a real relationship, with affection and clear expectations and honesty, as opposed to this torrid mess of lies and secrets. She doesn't know how to separate what she wants from what she needs, what she can demand from him from what he simply cannot give.
The funny thing is, she can handle being alone emotionally, but sex is a lot harder to give up.
So she doesn't think about it. She keeps her attention on the physical: the feel of his lips, the mild burn of the wine going down her throat, their linked hands working on her breasts. The urgent ache she felt at the door is gone. Exhaustion, hot water, and that little bit of alcohol have made her…not sleepy, but languid, and this is about as close to cuddling as they've ever been. She can't help taking advantage of it.
But eventually, the jet stream's teasing builds up a need that cannot be ignored. Still slow, almost lazy, she slides their paired hands down her body. She gently presses his palm against her before encouraging one of his fingers to slide inside.]
[ A relationship, if Hei were pursuing one at all, would be based on logic and convenience -- not reactionary emotional indulgence. His entire worldview, his expectations and experiences, everything has unfit him for true intimacy. Love, if it even exists, is like any emotion -- transient and malleable. It doesn't last. It isn't meant to. Certainly, he's never experienced what he did with his marks as love, much less as romance. To him, it was work. Fucks with colleagues were no different. Not love, or even respect. Just creating a level of communication between two strangers that they wouldn't have otherwise. Whatever smoothed the assignment along. Whatever got the job done. ]
[ Amber was his only exception -- a semblance of an actual relationship. One that proved to be a double-edged blade, stabbing them both in turn, leaving scars that ran bone-deep and still hadn't stopped aching. ]
[ Hei draws more tightly against Korra, his arm laid over hers, his face alongside hers, so he can see her rising excitement, the kittenish languor in her gaze. It's something to focus on instead of dropping headlong into ugly memories, or the chilling realization that Korra is so close to the age Hei was when Amber and he -- Stop it. His left hand splays across her belly, a possessive starfish. With the interlaced right hand, he strums her clit. One fingertip dips into her slick heat, several degrees higher than the temperature that surrounds her. Sliding and rubbing, once, twice again, again, finding that good spot, then coaxing her to climb with the whispering dance of his fingers. ]
[She closes her eyes and leans her head back, little whimpers and gasps providing the soundtrack of her climb. Her fingers guide him to some spots he hasn't discovered yet, that make her clench instinctively around him.
And then, with a little shuddering sigh, she tips over. It's not explosive, not the bolt of lightning she associates with climax. It's more like a sudden contentment. Like she's finished that desperate hike and can now enjoy the view. It confuses her a little, and the small part of her that isn't in a post-orgasmic fog worries about what it means.]
[ Hei's trained to see bodies as a network of weak-points -- in battle and otherwise. His fingers massage slickly around the spot she shows him, the steel jaws of memory trapping it away for future exploitation. He listens to the pretty reverberations of her cries off the tiled walls and ceiling; to the ambient sounds of the frothing water, bubbles forming and dying around him. Her wet tangle of hair brushes deliciously over his bare skin, and the hot water has done its work in tandem with Korra's warmth -- drawing the tension out of his limbs to center completely in his groin. He's sure she can feel his erection trapped against her back, thrumming to his pulse. ]
[ When she comes, quiet and shuddering as a repressed secret, it reminds him -- in a moment of almost-nostalgia -- of the way Amber would crest when she let him play with her breasts, a light skimming orgasm that offered temporary reprieve but ended nothing. His fingers carry on circling her, a gentle, ruthless caress, not ending the friction but easing off the pressure. ]
[ Leaning in, he licks her ear, and whispers teasingly, ]
[ Hei raises both eyebrows when she slips and goes under. Oops. When she resurfaces, giggling and sputtering, the water weighing down her hair to hug the shape of her skull, he shakes his head. ] Maybe those were a few sips too many. [ The tone of his voice is dry, though it's not really a valid complaint. He'd fared no better his first time in a tub than Korra. At least she didn't end up losing her footing and swandiving to hit her head with a spectacular crack on the tiles. ]
[ Reaching out, he smoothes the dripping water off her face. He was planning to lounge here a little longer -- at least until his fingers got pruned. But right now -- ] Let's get out before you break something. [ Like a tooth. Or his dick, maybe? ]
[She wags her finger at him.] It was one sip. That you gave me. And I'm not going to break anything!
[She scoots away from him to settle down on the opposite side of the tub. She wouldn't actually mind getting out, but Hei gets his way far too often, and she's tipsy enough on exhaustion and heat to want to do something about it. She makes a face at him even as she tangles her legs with his and gently rubs her foot against his erection.]
So you say ... [ Ah. At the pressure of her foot, he sucks in a breath. His hand reaches down to grasp her ankle, but as soon as he catches it, his grip turns into a caress. The crook of his mouth is more amused and knowing than weighed by any real sense of annoyance. It's too easy to lean back against the tub, to melt into her touch with a hum. Through half-shuttered eyes, he takes her in: the long lines and soft curves, her wet hair dripping and skin flushed from the hot water. In the glow of the overhead lamps, her eyes are so blue; he notices their color over and over. Startling. Like the sea in those commercials for Caribbean cruises. ]
[ It'd be tempting to loll here awhile, absorbing the friction of her touch and the sensation of wet skin of his, the water frothing around them in a languorous, insinuating susurrus. Instead he catches her by both ankles and yanks her close, lifting her to straddle him, his erection caught between their bellies. Because: Korra, from a distance, all nut-brown and delicious: good. Korra up close, kissing him: better. And with the tactile component. ]
[Her grin is smug. She likes that look on his face. She rubs harder, using her toes to tease the head. She nibbles a little at her bottom lip as he caresses her ankle.
He's lucky she learned quickly how to compensate for the slippery tub, or his tug would have sent her flying back under the water. She grabs his shoulders to keep her balance as he lifts her up.]
A little warning next time.
[She wraps her arms around his neck and leans forward to capture his lips. (She may or may not have muttered Jerk against his mouth.)
Reflexes getting rusty? [ His half-smile to Korra isn't beguiling so much as challenging. But it's more sincere as a consequence. At the end of the day, seduction is for marks and toys. Competition -- the rough and tumble -- is a requisite between playmates (not partners; he doesn't do those, even now). Skimming his hands down her sides, he presses her closer still, sealing all space between them. Makes a low purl in reply to her mumbled Jerk, his lips teasing hers, before his mouth widens into a kiss that's sudden and fierce, edging on filthy. ]
[ It's no longer the steam that's making his head swim and his breathing hitch. His hands sitting at her waist, he marvels at the smallness of it, the solidity of her body, before he runs his thumbs over her ribs, then higher, palms sliding along the warm skin of her breasts. Taking them in both hands, he presses them hard together. Breaks the kiss to dip his head and lick a hot zigzag between her nipples before tugging one into his mouth. ]
[She'd retort but her tongue is busy. Besides, she's never liked fighting with words. She'd rather make her point with lips and teeth and nails. She squirms and grinds against his erection, spreading herself so that it rubs against her clit. Her breath is ragged, punctuated by little gasps and whimpers.
Oh. Oooooooh. She shivers as he moves his attention down to her breasts. The heat makes it hard to think, but she's not going to just give in and enjoy the ride. She reaches down to take hold of him. She grips him hard and strokes slowly, teasing the head with her thumb as her other hand rubs against his inner thigh.]
[ Hei makes a noise in the back of his throat as her hand closes around him, low and raspy and amused, something that he doesn't usually apply to many people. But the rhythm of her wet palm sends electric pulses of pleasure up and down his body's meridians, and the weight of her other hand on his inner-thigh -- a mass of nerve sensitivities -- affects him with a quiet shiver that arcs down his spine to every other point, a kind of fizz that lingers and doesn't let go. His breathing shifts with Korra's every stroke, and if that isn't enough to break the languid spell, then her sounds alone -- Fuck. ]
[ He molds both hands around her breasts, weighing them firmly, rubbing one nipple with his thumb while he bites and tongues at the other, pulling on it in an increase of wet suction that corresponds with how fast he's heating up. The sensations -- the impatience -- build and build; he feels that familiar burn at the base of his spine. A low hum accompanies the hard scrape of teeth along Korra's breast, Hei's hands dropping around her hips to hitch her just a little higher before he lets go. ]
Out of the tub, [ is all he says, just an exhale that somehow manages to sound forceful and sharp. ]
Not yet. [The words come out breathless. His voice is sharp but right now she doesn't care. He gets his way far too often for her liking. She picks up the pace of her hand and slides the hand on his thigh down to cup his balls. He's close to the edge; how close, she can't tell, but she can tell it's building fast. And she doesn't plan on leaving until she's brought him off to her satisfaction.]
[ She's gotten so damn contrary. It resonates with all of Hei's past flings with Contractors -- with Amber. Always jockeying for the upper-hand, playing games meant to leave one playmate triumphant, the other drowned and dizzy. It should disquiet him, except all it does is exhilarate. It gives him less excuse to hold back, for one. He grabs Korra first by the wrist, then the hand, fingers twining around his erection. It's not a tender gesture but one of control, a checkmated force. Except he doesn't stop her. Instead he shows her how to pick up the pace, wrist twisting sharply on the upstroke -- a rhythm that's blurred-fast and brutal but which suits him best, water sloshing around them. ]
[ Bit by bit, he feels the edge encroaching. The tightness in his belly and lower down. His head going light. A low rumble vibrates in his throat, and he slides his free hand up Korra's back, (nails too short for too much bite, but fingertips still hard, enough to bruise, to leave red stripes across the smooth skin) to cup her skull, grabbing a fistful of hair. If his lungs were properly online at this junction, it might be to exhale a curse, but instead he just tips his head up to snag Korra's mouth. It's not like any of his other kisses: there's dark streaks of aggression and blood there, a silent promise of Oh you'll pay and pay and pay before his breath whooshes out and into Korra's mouth in as near to frantic as Hei ever gets -- a shivery bright-red crest. ]
[There's no shaking off his iron grip to take back control of her hand; she adds just a little bit of nail to her strokes in revenge. The harsh tug on her hair and the force of his kiss make her dizzy, and it's hard to tell if she's more excited or scared at the violence they promise.
...excited. Definitely excited.
She feels him tremble and opens her eyes, pulling back just enough to get a good look at his face. She wants to watch him as he comes.]
[ It happens in stages solid enough to map -- although realistically it's just a few seconds. His head tips back against the lip of the tub, throat taut, whole body sharp all over -- ridges of ribs and rise of veins -- and he comes into the palm of her hand, slick and pearly white over their twined fingers even as he keeps her fist moving, showing her how to ease him through with longer, slower strokes. There’s a flush on the arc of his cheekbones now, his hair damp on his forehead and mouth red and swollen; he's almost breathless, but he seems -- satisfied. ]
[ Humming, he circles her tighter with one arm as if there's a remote possibility of her pulling away. Kisses her again -- not tender but rough, her lip sucked up beneath his teeth, feeling her pulse there, letting the kiss wrap them up in a prolonged moment of silence broken only by his gasping breaths and the bubbling water. ]
[ The lull is a deceptive one. He wonders if Korra can sense the energy of impending motion simmering under his skin. ]
[She loves the way he looks right now -- flushed and sweaty and satisfied. She lets go of him and the bubbling water soon rinses her hand clean. As he wraps his arm around her, Korra circles his neck, the better to press herself against him. This is good.
She lets out a little hum of protest when he presses a little too hard on a cut on her lip (when did she get that?). She can feel his marks all over her body -- the lingering sting of scratches and the dull aches of bruises -- but the night has hardly begun. The thought makes her lips twitch with barely-repressed excitement.
She pulls away, keeping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair.]
[ Despite the nerve-singing release, Hei's hunger -- sharp-toothed -- hasn't even begun to subside. Instead it resonates, the exact pitch and color of rain and desert thirst. He sees that matching light in Korra's eyes, and well, there's enough filth brewing in his head that he'd prefer inflicting on her sooner rather than later. Eyes dark, mouth a wry curl, he presses his thumb against a bruise in the hollow of her hip -- hard enough to hurt. Leans in to set his teeth against her pulsepoint. ]
And here I planned to drag you out upside down by your ankles. Mop your hair along the tiles and see what I'd pick up...
[ He'd do it too. But right now he settles for gathering her in tight before he rises, all at once, water splashing and rolling off them. He holds her balanced, her legs dangling, one arm under her and the other around her back. Not so simple to carry someone out of a slippery tub, but Hei has practice, so once he strikes the right balance, it's nothing. His feet track puddles from the mosaic tiles to the bathroom's marble, cool and white in counterpoint to him and Korra. Instead of hauling her to the bedroom, he plunks her down on the vanity next to the sink, the porcelain a hard chill on warm skin. ]
[The poke to her bruise hurts, but she doesn't even flinch. She just gives him a Look at his words. ]
Ow. Yeah, I bet a concussion would be really sexy.
[She tenses when he gathers her up -- WHAT IS HE THINKING SHE CAN GET OUT ON HER OWN GEEZ -- but she resists the urge to yelp or flail, not wanting to make this situation any more precarious than it already is. She doesn't even breathe until they're safely out and he sets her on the vanity.
That little stunt earns him another Look and a poke to his stomach.]
I know you're a big, strong man. Showing off's not necessary.
[ That Look again ...which one would it be? Oh right. Expression #243. The Knock It Off You're Being A Shit Face. He takes it, and the poking, in good part. (Sometimes he suspects he pulls these juvenile stunts only for the dubious pleasure of that look. It's too disquieting to get to know her on any other level, so he opts to spark the intimacy of her annoyance instead.) Smoothing her wet hair back from her face with both hands, he tucks it behind her ears. In the mirror, he's drippy and sloe-eyed; he enjoys the view of Korra's smooth planes of back, the curve of one breast and the snarls of dark hair weighed down by water against her skin. ]
[ Eyes skipping from her reflection to her face, he murmurs, mildly, ] If you hate being carried around, you might want to use a safe-word. [ Because he does like dragging and hauling his playmates around. Except. She probably wouldn't know what a safe-word is. ]
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[ How strange is it, to find himself in a place like this, with someone like her, at the same time his mind is dangling over the abyss, empty-hearted, empty-pocketed? Surreal. ]
[ Tugging her wrist, he guides her into the tub. The water is on the edge of scalding -- he tends to set the temperature too high. Sinking upto his shoulders, he sets her against him, back to front, his legs bracketing her on either side, her hair tickling his chin. His spine feels stiff, despite the hot rolling water, with a tension that vibrates inside. It's half Korra's proximity, half an inability to relax anywhere -- but this is good enough. ]
[ No candles or music, nothing romantic -- but calmly pragmatic, which suits him best. ]
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Then again, normal's just a word.
She pouts a little when he pulls back. He likes to do that, get her worked up and then abruptly switch to something else. (If asked, she'd say she prefers to keep things straightforward, but not-so-secretly she loves the teasing.) She follows him into the water eagerly enough, letting out a shuddering breath at the heat. She leans back against his chest and reaches out to wrap his arms around her waist. One of the bubbling jet streams hits her in a ticklish spot and she starts laughing and squirming.]
Wh-what is that?
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[ (Hei fights threats with blades, evasions, bombs. But he can't blow his head up, free this threat in a spray of confetti, if he wants to avoid the coward's way out. Worse, sometimes he doesn't even want to.) ]
[ Shaking it off, he takes a long drink of the wine. Enjoys the tart bite in his throat, forcing away his urge for something different -- something Korra-shaped, Korra-flavored. In the heated frothing water, she's all warm and slippery resting against his chest, and he almost feels his body succumbing to relaxation. Almost. Instead he tips a half-smile at her giggle, a wicked idea crossing him. ] Water jets, [ he says, and his fingers tickle briefly under her breast, before dipping lower. Beneath the surface, his hand explores, gliding up her leg, slipping between her thighs. Casually, he lifts her leg across his own to open her up, make more room. Lets the bubbling jet underwater ghost over her mons, stirring the curls and the point of her clit. ]
[ Barely there, but an unmistakable relentless pressure. ]
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[Even so, she doesn't try to move away from it; instead she wiggles a little, trying to get closer, but there's only so close she can get while remaining both comfortable and connected. She reaches up to take out her hair pieces. She sets them aside and settles against him, lacing her fingers with his.
This is nice. She doesn't say it out loud, but it radiates from her.]
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[ Hei's not much of one for this -- quiet, languid moments of repose and inaction -- but it helps, knowing that at least Korra's under no illusions, that this is what it is without having to summon ideas like Future or Intimacy. (At least, he hopes she's under no illusions.) Pressing closer, enjoying the slide of wet skin on skin, he gnaws under the sensitive point of her jaw, moving down her neck to tease the skin where throat and shoulder meet. Squeezes their linked hands, and brings them up to her breasts. Sweet heavy breasts, round and full. (And sensitive -- the best part of a natural pair instead of silicone skin-sacks.) Holding her against him with his free arm, he lets their interlaced fingers knead the soft flesh, palm swirling softly on the nipple to make it pebble. ]
[ There's purpose in his caresses, but no urgency. He can carry on with this awhile unless she redirects his course. ]
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The funny thing is, she can handle being alone emotionally, but sex is a lot harder to give up.
So she doesn't think about it. She keeps her attention on the physical: the feel of his lips, the mild burn of the wine going down her throat, their linked hands working on her breasts. The urgent ache she felt at the door is gone. Exhaustion, hot water, and that little bit of alcohol have made her…not sleepy, but languid, and this is about as close to cuddling as they've ever been. She can't help taking advantage of it.
But eventually, the jet stream's teasing builds up a need that cannot be ignored. Still slow, almost lazy, she slides their paired hands down her body. She gently presses his palm against her before encouraging one of his fingers to slide inside.]
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[ Amber was his only exception -- a semblance of an actual relationship. One that proved to be a double-edged blade, stabbing them both in turn, leaving scars that ran bone-deep and still hadn't stopped aching. ]
[ Hei draws more tightly against Korra, his arm laid over hers, his face alongside hers, so he can see her rising excitement, the kittenish languor in her gaze. It's something to focus on instead of dropping headlong into ugly memories, or the chilling realization that Korra is so close to the age Hei was when Amber and he -- Stop it. His left hand splays across her belly, a possessive starfish. With the interlaced right hand, he strums her clit. One fingertip dips into her slick heat, several degrees higher than the temperature that surrounds her. Sliding and rubbing, once, twice again, again, finding that good spot, then coaxing her to climb with the whispering dance of his fingers. ]
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And then, with a little shuddering sigh, she tips over. It's not explosive, not the bolt of lightning she associates with climax. It's more like a sudden contentment. Like she's finished that desperate hike and can now enjoy the view. It confuses her a little, and the small part of her that isn't in a post-orgasmic fog worries about what it means.]
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[ When she comes, quiet and shuddering as a repressed secret, it reminds him -- in a moment of almost-nostalgia -- of the way Amber would crest when she let him play with her breasts, a light skimming orgasm that offered temporary reprieve but ended nothing. His fingers carry on circling her, a gentle, ruthless caress, not ending the friction but easing off the pressure. ]
[ Leaning in, he licks her ear, and whispers teasingly, ]
And all you had were a few sips of alcohol.
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Shut up.
[Now it's her turn. She tries to tug herself away, get enough room to take hold of him. But she underestimates how slippery the tub is.]
ACK!
[She slips and slides under the water, coming back up a moment later, coughing and laughing.]
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[ Reaching out, he smoothes the dripping water off her face. He was planning to lounge here a little longer -- at least until his fingers got pruned. But right now -- ] Let's get out before you break something. [ Like a tooth. Or his dick, maybe? ]
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[She scoots away from him to settle down on the opposite side of the tub. She wouldn't actually mind getting out, but Hei gets his way far too often, and she's tipsy enough on exhaustion and heat to want to do something about it. She makes a face at him even as she tangles her legs with his and gently rubs her foot against his erection.]
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[ It'd be tempting to loll here awhile, absorbing the friction of her touch and the sensation of wet skin of his, the water frothing around them in a languorous, insinuating susurrus. Instead he catches her by both ankles and yanks her close, lifting her to straddle him, his erection caught between their bellies. Because: Korra, from a distance, all nut-brown and delicious: good. Korra up close, kissing him: better. And with the tactile component. ]
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He's lucky she learned quickly how to compensate for the slippery tub, or his tug would have sent her flying back under the water. She grabs his shoulders to keep her balance as he lifts her up.]
A little warning next time.
[She wraps her arms around his neck and leans forward to capture his lips. (She may or may not have muttered Jerk against his mouth.)
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[ It's no longer the steam that's making his head swim and his breathing hitch. His hands sitting at her waist, he marvels at the smallness of it, the solidity of her body, before he runs his thumbs over her ribs, then higher, palms sliding along the warm skin of her breasts. Taking them in both hands, he presses them hard together. Breaks the kiss to dip his head and lick a hot zigzag between her nipples before tugging one into his mouth. ]
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Oh. Oooooooh. She shivers as he moves his attention down to her breasts. The heat makes it hard to think, but she's not going to just give in and enjoy the ride. She reaches down to take hold of him. She grips him hard and strokes slowly, teasing the head with her thumb as her other hand rubs against his inner thigh.]
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[ He molds both hands around her breasts, weighing them firmly, rubbing one nipple with his thumb while he bites and tongues at the other, pulling on it in an increase of wet suction that corresponds with how fast he's heating up. The sensations -- the impatience -- build and build; he feels that familiar burn at the base of his spine. A low hum accompanies the hard scrape of teeth along Korra's breast, Hei's hands dropping around her hips to hitch her just a little higher before he lets go. ]
Out of the tub, [ is all he says, just an exhale that somehow manages to sound forceful and sharp. ]
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[ Bit by bit, he feels the edge encroaching. The tightness in his belly and lower down. His head going light. A low rumble vibrates in his throat, and he slides his free hand up Korra's back, (nails too short for too much bite, but fingertips still hard, enough to bruise, to leave red stripes across the smooth skin) to cup her skull, grabbing a fistful of hair. If his lungs were properly online at this junction, it might be to exhale a curse, but instead he just tips his head up to snag Korra's mouth. It's not like any of his other kisses: there's dark streaks of aggression and blood there, a silent promise of Oh you'll pay and pay and pay before his breath whooshes out and into Korra's mouth in as near to frantic as Hei ever gets -- a shivery bright-red crest. ]
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...excited. Definitely excited.
She feels him tremble and opens her eyes, pulling back just enough to get a good look at his face. She wants to watch him as he comes.]
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[ Humming, he circles her tighter with one arm as if there's a remote possibility of her pulling away. Kisses her again -- not tender but rough, her lip sucked up beneath his teeth, feeling her pulse there, letting the kiss wrap them up in a prolonged moment of silence broken only by his gasping breaths and the bubbling water. ]
[ The lull is a deceptive one. He wonders if Korra can sense the energy of impending motion simmering under his skin. ]
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She lets out a little hum of protest when he presses a little too hard on a cut on her lip (when did she get that?). She can feel his marks all over her body -- the lingering sting of scratches and the dull aches of bruises -- but the night has hardly begun. The thought makes her lips twitch with barely-repressed excitement.
She pulls away, keeping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair.]
Now we can get out of the tub.
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And here I planned to drag you out upside down by your ankles. Mop your hair along the tiles and see what I'd pick up...
[ He'd do it too. But right now he settles for gathering her in tight before he rises, all at once, water splashing and rolling off them. He holds her balanced, her legs dangling, one arm under her and the other around her back. Not so simple to carry someone out of a slippery tub, but Hei has practice, so once he strikes the right balance, it's nothing. His feet track puddles from the mosaic tiles to the bathroom's marble, cool and white in counterpoint to him and Korra. Instead of hauling her to the bedroom, he plunks her down on the vanity next to the sink, the porcelain a hard chill on warm skin. ]
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Ow. Yeah, I bet a concussion would be really sexy.
[She tenses when he gathers her up -- WHAT IS HE THINKING SHE CAN GET OUT ON HER OWN GEEZ -- but she resists the urge to yelp or flail, not wanting to make this situation any more precarious than it already is. She doesn't even breathe until they're safely out and he sets her on the vanity.
That little stunt earns him another Look and a poke to his stomach.]
I know you're a big, strong man. Showing off's not necessary.
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[ Eyes skipping from her reflection to her face, he murmurs, mildly, ] If you hate being carried around, you might want to use a safe-word. [ Because he does like dragging and hauling his playmates around. Except. She probably wouldn't know what a safe-word is. ]
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