Jerk. [She bumps him half-heartedly with her shoulder as he undoes first her bindings and then her hair. It's already beginning to stick to her skin. It tickles her back & shoulders, making her smile. Her eyes half-closed, she leans into his hands and returns his kiss languidly.
She happens to glance at the clock - 6:23 PM. She jerks up, abruptly yanked out of the moment.]
[ Hei's absorbed enough in the kiss that it takes him by surprise when she jerks up. Everything in him stills and cools when that Shoot! jangles in the air. His grip goes lax, his shoulders straighten and he glances at her, eyebrows raised, ]
What? [ With a trace of wryness, ] Late for another date?
I forgot to call out of work. [She'd meant to, the moment she'd agreed to his invitation, but then Jinora had said something and Naga needed something and it just completely slipped her mind and now she's half naked and she didn't bring her device. She groans and bangs her head against his shoulder. Penny isn't going to kill her -- Penny wouldn't kill a fly. But if Uhura finds out about it, she's going to get a scalding lecture.]
[ Hei lets her butt her head against his shoulder, keeping any frustration or amusement off his face. It's these moments that remind him of what Korra is. A teenager. Governed by hot reactions and impulse, rather than the heavy slog of responsibilities. She's only just eased into that sphere, and she's still stumbling and trying to get into the swing of it. ]
Do you want to reschedule this? [ He doesn't sound irritated, just matter-of-fact. If it's a question of ill-matched timetables, he's never been one to sulk and fume. He's done this very thing to enough flings back home. Granted, in his case the work was of a riskier nature. A failure to show up would result in termination of a rather permanent sort. ]
[ Hei pauses a moment, then shrugs in lieu of Okay. Drawing away, he slides over to the bedside drawer and fishes that stupid device out, passing it over to her. Reaches, after a moment, to uncoil the length of the bandages around her hips, before coaxing her legs into his lap and tugging the boots off, left then right. ]
[ Apparently he has enough layers of clothing to busy himself with, while she contacts her workplace. ]
Thanks. [It takes Korra a few minutes to remember how to message Penny -- she keeps getting distracted by Hei taking off her shoes -- and then another minute to type out a proper message. (She hate writing, but she's pretty sure her breathless voice would give her away.) When it's finally sent, she sets it aside and throws herself back onto the bed. She stretches and wriggles her liberated toes.]
[ In the time it takes to finish her message, Hei has closed his hand around one of her ankles, thumb rubbing against that ridge of bone there. Lifting her foot to his mouth, he bites lightly at the bare sole. Kisses the ticklish arch, not particularly bothered by the tang of overwarm leather. Tongue tracing the ultrasensitive skin along the toes, before biting the big one -- just a playful nip. Never a fetish he's attributed much to himself. But he won't deny she looks good, spilled across his sheets that way -- hair a dark mess of waves around her, nude from waist up and her skin lit up in red stripes from the sunlight slanting through the blinds. ]
[ Part of him still wants the big thing gotten over with first -- his restraint only extends so far in these circumstances -- and the little explorations (reacquaintance) afterward. But if there's one thing he's learnt from his few encounters with Korra, it's the rewards of patience. So long as she doesn't pick up the Network device and start messaging someone else, he's willing to take his sweet time here. ]
[His attentions to her foot make her laugh -- not because she's particularly ticklish, but because...well, it just looks really silly. Which isn't something they've really done before. Playful, yes, but the play has always had a dark edge to it. She likes silly and the way the warm tingle of amusement runs through her skin.
Grinning, she pokes his shoulder with her other toe.] You know where those have been, don't you?
[ Hei catches her prodding toe with his other hand. Her laugh gives him a hot feeling he doesn't know how to dispose of, of wanting to coax it out again, of wanting to blot all mischief her face in a series of hard kisses. Instead he snatches those prone-to-flailing legs under one arm. Leans forward, his weight half pressed against her, half braced off her as he holds himself up on the column of a rigid free arm. A kiss on her navel, another, then three kisses across: to the set of ribs pressing against her skin, skipping her breasts deliberately, before he cranes up in that final stretch to her face, ]
You'd be surprised how little I care.
[ He's done filthier things with his mouth. But the specifics would not be encouraged. Would, more likely, be met with revulsion and a frantic escape. His head tips as he leans in, lips brushing hers, but not firm enough to be a kiss. Just fitted there as he aspirates, in then out. Whatever he's thinking of, though, whatever it is, it fades. He kisses her suddenly and fiercely, fueled by a surreal kind of need. ]
[Every kiss knocks her breathing out of rhythm, and she pushes herself onto her elbows as he works his way up. She doesn't close her eyes when he reaches her lips, despite habit. She can see his mind go somewhere else; she waits with baited breath to see if he'll come back.
He does, taking her by surprise with a fierce kiss that knocks her back onto the bed. She wraps her arms around his neck even as she tries to pull back, just a little.]
Slow down. [The words are muffled against his lips. She doesn't want to go from zero to sixty today.]
[ Hmmming into the kiss -- half assent, half a coaxing intonation that's vaguely like Does it have to be too slow? -- he tries to shove the buzzing static of impatience down a few notches. The hungry kiss melts into a sweeter one, lingering, almost tender, his lips playing with hers, before he draws away. Just regards her with darkly-hazy eyes, warming his lips against hers. ]
All right.
[ His legs unfold, knees planting against the outside of her thighs as he settles his weight more securely against her. With one hand he lightly scratches her neck, starting behind her ear and tracing lines down her collarbones. The other shifts to cup her breast, enjoying the heat and softness of it. They’re really very pretty breasts, curved like lazy tears just about to drop. He lets the nipple catch between his fingers, pinching it, feeling the tiny shocks of her pulse in it. Dips his head to cover each breast in cool kisses -- such a soft touch, almost cautious, as if he's a boy who's been scolded for playing too rough with a kitten. ]
[A pinch of relief mixes with pleasure and heat; a part of her had been afraid he wouldn't listen. Each touch sends a jolt through her breasts, tingling aching need left in the aftermath. She moves beneath him, silently encouraging him to touch this spot or that.]
[ Hei traces his lips across her skin, stirring in his own heat. Breathing ragged. Frustration rising. But even so, he sets aside a portion of awareness to Korra's reactions, to keeping his own touches lulling, careful. Because he does want this, and would rather not have it end with the lingering regret that it could've been better. Less a reconfirmation that he's incapable of one scrap of kindness. (As if it matters. A few nice kisses, a slow fuck, none of that erases the futility of what this is.) ]
[ He rubs his cheek along the warm skin between her breasts, teasing now with a hint of teeth. Sucks one nipple into his mouth, biting gently at first, then harder, balancing on the line between pleasure and pain. He pulls free with a slurping sound and leaves the nipple all shiny, with faint marks where his teeth have been. Then the same with the other. He's only ever been with two women who got off on having their breasts really worked on. Spurred by a kind of hungry curiosity, he shifts to thread one leg between hers, pressing against her as he keeps going -- teeth and lips and tongue and fingers, as if he's working on a puzzle that requires total concentration. ]
[Little keening noises pepper her heavy breathes. She bites her lip and closes her eyes, letting all her awareness settle on her body. The shocks of pleasure-pain from his teeth, the scrape of his stubble, the tug as her hair gets caught until her shoulders and inadvertently pulled. Sinking into herself is like slipping into a hot bath, except the greedy heat is thicker than water.
Sparks explode when he presses his leg against her. She grabs his shoulders, nailing digging in hard, and locks her thighs around him, trying to pull him closer. Harder.]
[ Hei bites her breasts a degree harder, leaving dark half-moon marks on the soft flesh as her cries echo in his bones. Not cruel, but definitely upping the aggression. When she traps his thigh between hers, her nails biting into his skin, he stifles a sound, obeying that strain in his own muscles as his body tells him to press closer, to eliminate any space between them. His leg presses against the juncture of her thighs with an insistent kind of pressure. He rocks it slowly back and forth, letting her zipper press against her slit while he continues mouthing her breasts, scraping his teeth along the pebbly aureoles in time to her erratic breathing. ]
[ She can probably feel his erection trapped between them -- a solid outline down the leg of his slacks. A hard reminder that this is just a warmup. ]
[She grinds against him and it's still not enough. Her underwear is already damp & sticky; she's half-convinced it'll soak through her jeans, he's pressing so hard, but it's just not enough. (She can hear Hatter's voice, you just suffer from it not being well done and the memory of that entire conversation makes her squirm with equal parts embarrassment and want.) One hand releases his shoulders and slides down to fumble with the button of her jeans. She can feel the pulse of his erection against her thigh, but she feels entitled to a little selfish wanting.]
[ When her hand jostles between them to undo her jeans, Hei gets the message. He drags his teeth along the skin of one breast and clutches the other in his hand, digging his fingernails into it and feeling her nipple against his palm -- before he lets go. Glances up at her with a half-smile that borders on sharp but doesn't quite get there -- a rarity, for him. Her skin feels slightly damp, either from his mouth or the humidity, he doesn't know which. Slowly, he drags himself lower, aware of his five o'clock shadow scraping her ribs and not really caring. ]
[ Fitting himself at the juncture of her thighs, he undoes the button of her jeans. Takes her zipper between two fingers, and down it goes, slowly, tooth by tooth. Skinning her jeans down to her ankles, he leaves the underwear in place. Her panties are almost transparently damp. He leans in to mouth at her, pressing the flat of his tongue against the fabric over and over, laving over the heat of it, scraping his teeth along the panel above her clit. It's a tease, but there's none of the usual wickedness to it. ]
[ It's hungry and almost-honest, like he can't help himself. ]
[She's never really liked having her pants around her ankles, like they're cuffs, hobbling her. Her legs still wrapped around him, Korra kicks and pushes them the rest of the way off. It's an awkward endeavor, especially with the bulk of her attention focused on his tongue. She grabs onto his hair and holds on for dear life.]
You are the worst tease. [The sarcasm is ruined by an aching whimper.]
[ It's with a catch in his breath as her fingers fist tight into his hair. He lets her wiggle until the jeans are off -- any other time it might be amusing: the almost-naked girl doing the frog kick in her underwear to the creak-creak of the mattress. But right now Hei is too busy lapping at her through the material of her panties, sucking slowly at the fabric. One hand slides underneath her to cup her backside, full and neatly perky and fitting so perfectly against his palm, while the fingertips of his other hand stroke up over to where the elastic sits just above a triangle of damp curls -- until he pushes Korra's underwear to one side and lowers his mouth to where she's hot and slick and pulsing, with nothing between them. ]
[ No games. No tortuous routes. Just a greedy intensity that skirts the boundaries of being unbearable. ]
Yeah yea- [She covers her mouth, trying to choke back a scream. She digs her heels into his back and bites her fingers. His mouth is hot and wet and if she weren't already lying down, she'd fall over, dizzy with desire. At least he's not playing his usual game. Even though she enjoys the competition and the struggle for control, tonight is not a night for games. They're rebuilding bridges, brick by brick -- with words, with touch. Their usual games would only get in the way.]
[ The room -- or maybe just the want bubbling under Hei's skin -- is hot enough that he feels a droplet of sweat streaking down his spine. Responding to the drum of Korra's heels against his back, he presses in tighter. Licks up and down the wet seam of her, once, twice, tentative but also needy. Her pubic hair is tangled in a peak just above her clit, and the material of her panties bunches up until it's in the way. He stops for a moment to yank the scrap down and off, narrowly avoiding the impulse to tear it. Spreading her knees so he can get in more easily, he uses his fingers to separate her and then traces his tongue along the length of her, loving how the taste changes from front to back: tart to almost astringent. ]
[ His intention is to take his time with this -- to savor her -- but Hei's never claimed to be an expert at that. Not with the way she's choking back those tasty little screams and squirming under him. ]
[Restraint has never been one of Korra's virtues either. She tries to hold it in, to stretch this out, but Hei is being absolutely no help in that regard. Biting her hand only pushes her higher with its sharp sting.
Incoherent cries rip out of her throat, increasingly loud as she climbs higher. When she trips over the edge, it's with a ragged gasp, just short of a scream.]
[ In some ways it's a predictable pattern -- the slow climb, the jittery moment of teetering on the edge, the final, inevitable plunge. There is truth to it, too, the theory that bodies and mechanics go hand-in-hand. But that's not what's Hei's interested in. It's those noises Korra lets off that send shivers spidering out from his center. It's the way she feels, the flutter-clench of her under his tongue and the way her body tenses as she rides it out. ]
[ He keeps going, closing his mouth around the mound of her and sucking hard at her clit, lapping at it in fast figure-eights to see if she's too oversensitive or she can push past this peak and crest again. ]
[It's just short of too much. She's probably pulling some of his hair out, as tightly as she's gripping it. She straddles the line between pleasure and pain and it hurts so much but it's a delicious ache.
There's not much higher she can go. A minute more and she explodes beneath him before collapsing, boneless and panting, back on the bed.]
You're gonna have to give me a minute. [Her throat feels raw from screaming. I need water. But she can't bring herself to move.] Hope you're not in a hurry.
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She happens to glance at the clock - 6:23 PM. She jerks up, abruptly yanked out of the moment.]
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What? [ With a trace of wryness, ] Late for another date?
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Do you want to reschedule this? [ He doesn't sound irritated, just matter-of-fact. If it's a question of ill-matched timetables, he's never been one to sulk and fume. He's done this very thing to enough flings back home. Granted, in his case the work was of a riskier nature. A failure to show up would result in termination of a rather permanent sort. ]
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It's fine. [It's not like she really does anything there anyway. She'd rather be here, with him. They'll be fine without her for a night.]
.....can I borrow your device? [She should at least let them know she's not coming in. She's learned that much from working at the bar.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ Apparently he has enough layers of clothing to busy himself with, while she contacts her workplace. ]
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[ Part of him still wants the big thing gotten over with first -- his restraint only extends so far in these circumstances -- and the little explorations (reacquaintance) afterward. But if there's one thing he's learnt from his few encounters with Korra, it's the rewards of patience. So long as she doesn't pick up the Network device and start messaging someone else, he's willing to take his sweet time here. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Grinning, she pokes his shoulder with her other toe.] You know where those have been, don't you?
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You'd be surprised how little I care.
[ He's done filthier things with his mouth. But the specifics would not be encouraged. Would, more likely, be met with revulsion and a frantic escape. His head tips as he leans in, lips brushing hers, but not firm enough to be a kiss. Just fitted there as he aspirates, in then out. Whatever he's thinking of, though, whatever it is, it fades. He kisses her suddenly and fiercely, fueled by a surreal kind of need. ]
Sunday! \^^/
He does, taking her by surprise with a fierce kiss that knocks her back onto the bed. She wraps her arms around his neck even as she tries to pull back, just a little.]
Slow down. [The words are muffled against his lips. She doesn't want to go from zero to sixty today.]
Sunday! \^^/
All right.
[ His legs unfold, knees planting against the outside of her thighs as he settles his weight more securely against her. With one hand he lightly scratches her neck, starting behind her ear and tracing lines down her collarbones. The other shifts to cup her breast, enjoying the heat and softness of it. They’re really very pretty breasts, curved like lazy tears just about to drop. He lets the nipple catch between his fingers, pinching it, feeling the tiny shocks of her pulse in it. Dips his head to cover each breast in cool kisses -- such a soft touch, almost cautious, as if he's a boy who's been scolded for playing too rough with a kitten. ]
Sunday! \^^/
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[ He rubs his cheek along the warm skin between her breasts, teasing now with a hint of teeth. Sucks one nipple into his mouth, biting gently at first, then harder, balancing on the line between pleasure and pain. He pulls free with a slurping sound and leaves the nipple all shiny, with faint marks where his teeth have been. Then the same with the other. He's only ever been with two women who got off on having their breasts really worked on. Spurred by a kind of hungry curiosity, he shifts to thread one leg between hers, pressing against her as he keeps going -- teeth and lips and tongue and fingers, as if he's working on a puzzle that requires total concentration. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Sparks explode when he presses his leg against her. She grabs his shoulders, nailing digging in hard, and locks her thighs around him, trying to pull him closer. Harder.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ She can probably feel his erection trapped between them -- a solid outline down the leg of his slacks. A hard reminder that this is just a warmup. ]
Sunday! \^^/
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[ Fitting himself at the juncture of her thighs, he undoes the button of her jeans. Takes her zipper between two fingers, and down it goes, slowly, tooth by tooth. Skinning her jeans down to her ankles, he leaves the underwear in place. Her panties are almost transparently damp. He leans in to mouth at her, pressing the flat of his tongue against the fabric over and over, laving over the heat of it, scraping his teeth along the panel above her clit. It's a tease, but there's none of the usual wickedness to it. ]
[ It's hungry and almost-honest, like he can't help himself. ]
Sunday! \^^/
You are the worst tease. [The sarcasm is ruined by an aching whimper.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ It's with a catch in his breath as her fingers fist tight into his hair. He lets her wiggle until the jeans are off -- any other time it might be amusing: the almost-naked girl doing the frog kick in her underwear to the creak-creak of the mattress. But right now Hei is too busy lapping at her through the material of her panties, sucking slowly at the fabric. One hand slides underneath her to cup her backside, full and neatly perky and fitting so perfectly against his palm, while the fingertips of his other hand stroke up over to where the elastic sits just above a triangle of damp curls -- until he pushes Korra's underwear to one side and lowers his mouth to where she's hot and slick and pulsing, with nothing between them. ]
[ No games. No tortuous routes. Just a greedy intensity that skirts the boundaries of being unbearable. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Sunday! \^^/
[ His intention is to take his time with this -- to savor her -- but Hei's never claimed to be an expert at that. Not with the way she's choking back those tasty little screams and squirming under him. ]
[ No, this isn't going to take long at all. ]
Sunday! \^^/
Incoherent cries rip out of her throat, increasingly loud as she climbs higher. When she trips over the edge, it's with a ragged gasp, just short of a scream.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ He keeps going, closing his mouth around the mound of her and sucking hard at her clit, lapping at it in fast figure-eights to see if she's too oversensitive or she can push past this peak and crest again. ]
Sunday! \^^/
There's not much higher she can go. A minute more and she explodes beneath him before collapsing, boneless and panting, back on the bed.]
You're gonna have to give me a minute. [Her throat feels raw from screaming. I need water. But she can't bring herself to move.] Hope you're not in a hurry.
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