[She'd been close to overstimulated before the brownie incident, but now she is definitely overwhelmed. Like, seeing music is cool and all, but she can feel everybody. Every single person in the room has an energy and she can feel it. It's clawing at her skin, tearing it. She feels like a block of salt dissolving in boiling water. If she stays here any longer, she's not going to exist anymore.]
[ While Korra feels like salt dissolving in water, Hei feels like a pillar of it. Frozen, almost mesmerized, by the shards of light, his skin silvered by it in a tangible layer of coolness. But Korra's words float into his ear -- words that are a flavor, tart with uncertainty. He squeezes her hand again, very aware of the weight of her little fingers in his. With effort, he elbows through the crowd. Heads for the quiet solitude of the VIP section. Spectral rays in rich jewel colours flash past the dancefloor, replaced by highly polished bronze staircases and walls that gleam and sparkle as the LEDs hit them. People in clothes of every possible hue drift by as Hei takes a sharp left in the tight maze of passages. ]
Hnn. [ It's all he can manage over the cacophony of colour and sound. At the VIP entrance, a girl in a devil costume -- red leather bustier and skin-tight pants -- checks IDs. She warns every man who walks by that if he's been bad, he'll have to visit her hot spot. Next to her is some guy dressed as a pimp; pink polyester suit with a retro cut, matching hat, orange patent leather stack-heel shoes with goldfish swimming in them, the whole nine. ]
Nice costume, [ Hei remarks, as he and Korra brush by. ]
What costume?
[ Shit. ] Never mind. [ They drift through a hallway with eerie staccato flares illuminating a grid pattern. In a secluded sitting room, Hei stumbles over a blonde in a shimmery silver catsuit, on her knees servicing some guy. He jerks on a strangled -- Argh!. Hei winces. ] Oops. [ The girl just laughs, her braces flashing in the strobe lights, and goes back to handling her business. Shaking his head, Hei reaches for one of the doors to the VIP rooms, and drags himself and Korra in. ]
[Korra closes her eyes and lets him lead her where he will. It's the only thing she can think to do -- she can't turn off any of her other senses to cut down on the sensory overload. She doesn't open them until she hears him slam a door shut and feels a silence settle around them like a cool, heavy blanket.
She settles onto a seat, suspicious of the floor beneath her feet.]
What's happening? [Her voice is strangely calm, though clearly irritated because this is the billionth time she's asked this question and she just wants a freaking answer.]
[ The drug cuts through one layer of Hei's usual reticence. Away from the blazing lights and reverberating bass, the VIP room is like a void -- a bubble floating through the undifferentiated mass of chaotic waves. Ghostly replicas of sensation still float through his head, and under his feet, the vibrations of the dancefloor are palpable, like the room is in peristalsis. With a breath, Hei shakes it off. The cake, it seems, is giving him sympathetic reactions to almost everything. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the feedback loop, he slips next to Korra. Elbows on knees, fingers interlacing. ]
[ Keeping his gaze on his hands, he says, ]
The cake was drugged. [ There's a strange quality to his own voice, a crumble and slur, like gravel dipped in cool ink. ] Nothing too dangerous. You just have to wait it out. [ A beat, before he glances at her. His gaze is half-lidded and soft as water. ] Not as much fun as dancing. [ It can easily be interpreted as an apology. ]
Drugged. [Her mind isn't sluggish, but it's slow. She looks at his hands, wondering what he sees in them.]
They were taking them for fun. [Her voice is matter of fact rather than confused. She actually can understand the appeal. Everything feels more vibrant and alive, every sensation heightened. Out in the club, it was way too much for her, but in the quiet of this room, it's nice.
She leans against him, slouching so her head can rest on his shoulder.]
Don't worry about it. [This is nice. She's not quite sure whether those words actually make it past her lips, or if she just thinks them.]
[ For a moment, both Hei and Korra regard his hands with interest. Korra's words are strange in his ear -- a series of pebbles skipping through water, fanning blue ripples in their wake. He's not sure if it's that, or the weight of her skull on his shoulder, that triggers a little shiver. Turning his head by degrees, he stares at the mass of dark hair against his shirt. Under the harsh lamps, it looks like a light-streaked puddle of oil, reflecting a riot of colours from the surrounding red-and-purple upholstery. Lifting a hand, Hei slips his fingers through the strands. They feel cool and soft; liquid rivers of silk. ]
Yeah.
[ He's not sure, exactly, what he's agreeing to. He just knows that she smells like the peculiar freshness by a river. Her body-heat shushes and flows through him like a river, too, the water of her words winding through his veins. Dipping his head, Hei nudges the tip of his nose against hers. Underneath the floor, the music gains volume, rumbling across the carpet and walls. The brightness from the lamps makes Hei feel dizzy. Closing his eyelids, he leans in, and there's nothing but Korra's mouth. His lips pluck at hers, sealing at the corner of her mouth, sucking softly and then, in a slow slipslide, press the tip of his tongue against it and trailing it across the seam of her lips, parting them to deepen the kiss. ]
[ Sweet, warm flesh -- simple and uncomplicated, promising only that and no more. ]
[Wow. He is really good at kissing. Had she realized just how good he was before? Or is this just a particularly excellent kiss? (She hopes she's doing just as well. She'd hate to disappoint.)
She straightens to avoid a cramp in her neck, moving slowly, never breaking the contact of their lips. She can feel the pulsing of the music beneath her feet and it shoots spikes of desire up her entire body. Her right hand overs briefly over the side of his face, wanting to comb through his hair, but she knows he doesn't particularly like having his hair touched. Resisting the impulse, she settles on his cheek instead and pushes herself closer to him.]
[ If there's anything at all remarkable about Hei's kissing, he has Amber to thank for it. (He has Amber to thank for most things.) Tonight, it's less technique, more chemical fireworks. ]
[ It's rare that Korra ever disappoints him. Certainly not now. Dark flurries of sensation spread across his skin as she squirms closer. Her palm is a cool starfish against his cheekbone, her kisses a whole universe. The drug is still there, buzzing under his skin. It feels like every inch of him has an appetite of its own; yet there's a dizzy somnolence in his bloodstream. Inhaling against her mouth, Hei nudges her gently backwards. Stretches out alongside her body, until they touch at every point, even through the layers of clothing. The couch is plush and wide enough for them to lie side-by-side -- a purpose it was no doubt designed for. Slowly, so slowly, Hei deepens the kiss. Tiny little presses, growing firmer. Her mouth is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. Traces of chocolate are still alive there. Parting his lips, he catches her tongue between gentle teeth, suckling. Breaks to taste every part of her face. Lips pressing to the curve of her cheeks, to her lids, the lashes fluttering, the whorls of her ears, then lower down, nibbling along the pretty jaw, to smooth arc of throat beneath. ]
[ He's not sure how long this carries on. His hands slide easily over clothes and skin; lips tracing and exploring. Time drifts sideways like an overladen basket floating downstream. The sound of his own breathing; the bubbling music; the slow drum beating inexorably in his own ears; sweet-slippery kisses and tangled legs and Korra-scented breaths -- that's all that matters. ]
Hmmm. [It feels like hours pass while they kiss and touch; it's slow and languid, almost chaste. They never make out like this. One or both of them are usually burning with impatience, fighting against restraints, but there's no sense of restraint here.
She hooks her ankle and tugs his leg between her thighs in an unhurried motion. Letting her head sink against his arm, she slips a hand under his clothes, tracing her thumb against the bony jut of his hip.]
[ It's quite possibly the first time Hei has bothered to appreciate something so slowly. Every step contains a curious delicacy he's not used to in his experiences. But he doesn't care. Right now, Korra's mouth is the only mouth, and it's his, to possess and enjoy. He wants nothing else but those slow hypnotic kisses; the skimming friction of her hands. They're in the same place, sharing the same instinct. Learning each other's signals of give and take. ]
[ When her hand creeps under his shirt, he shivers. The chill of the air, magnified so intensely by the body-stone, is a delicious contrast to the heat of his own skin. Every millimeter of contact feels like metal welded with flux. On a breath, Hei breaks the imaginary seams to draw up the hem of Korra's shirt, tugging it off her. In a moment, the bra follows. Beneath the lamplight, the smooth expanse of her torso seems like the loveliest he's ever seen, honey coloured and smooth. He inches closer, his thigh pressing between the V of her legs. Bends his head and lets his tongue trail along her breasts, lips brushing over warm skin all the while. Taking one nipple between his teeth, he teases and sucks, nursing at her breasts in turns and smearing his face against her. It feels as if he can seep into her this way, with his whole body. ]
[ But despite the hunger, everything remains languid. No rush to go further. ]
[He rubs his face on her breasts and Korra erupts into giggles. He looks ridiculous! And kind of adorable, like a sleepy polar bear cub. (It's not the first time she's thought that he's similar to a polar bear dog. He's solitary yet devoted, fierce & violet yet capable of great affection too. Most people wouldn't dare go near one, but Korra's never hesitated.)]
Your turn.
[She tugs his shirt up, trailing pleading kisses on his cheek and neck.]
[ Hei isn't sure he'd take kindly to being compared to a Polar Bear Dog. ]
[ But as it is, there's little to complain about. Her cool lips on his skin are a balm, he feels so hot. When she tugs his shirt up, he disentangles from her only to yank the material up and off. It lands in the small pile with Korra's garments, halfway forgotten. He's already pressing close to her again, rubbing his head against her shoulder like a cat. He's not sure what it is about the drug. But it leaves him eager to be touched, anywhere. His mouth brushes her skin here and there, light and warm and soft and moist, and he shifts on top of her, makes himself heavy, but there's no urgency to that either; it's almost comfortingly visceral. Settling between her legs, he rubs against the juncture of her thighs, his erection hard and pulsing against the rough scratch of denim. ]
[ In the bright light, he can see the blue flecks of Korra's eyes, the pearly sheen of her teeth. Almost without thinking, he murmurs, ] So beautiful. [ The words are both gentle and peculiarly vacant, opaque to his own ears, but the rhythm and tones ripple and crest like water on a pond. It's more than likely he's slipped by default into either Mandarin or Portuguese. ]
[Hey, some of Korra's favorite people are polar bear dogs. He should be flattered.
She wraps her arms around his neck and gives into the urge to tangle her fingers in his hair. She loves how soft it feels, the way it tickles her skin. His words have the same effect -- she's not sure whether if it's his breath or the drug. She doesn't know what he's saying, but a warm, happy feeling settles deep in her belly regardless. She trails kisses and little nibbles across his shoulder. She can feel the pulse of his erection against her, but beyond arching up to rub against him, she's in no rush to deal with it. She's enjoy the slow, heady kisses far too much.]
[ Being compared to someone with white fur on 99% of their body? Not the best of compliments. ]
[ The heat beneath Hei's skin grows almost uncomfortable, but there's one hell of a pleasant buzz in his head. Her fingers feel like spiders creeping through his hair, skittering across his scalp. A hard shudder rakes down his spine; he's not sure if it's the contrast of hot-and-cold, the drug triggering twitches in his muscles, or the way Korra rubs against him, the warmth of her rising up into him. Her lips leave cool trails of moisture on his skin, and he enjoys the sensation for a moment, before his fingers catch her chin, tipping her face up again, redirecting her efforts back to his mouth. More languid, stickysweet kisses. Her lips are warm, moist cushions and he sinks into them, gathering Korra closer and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Time seems to distort, standing still yet stretching the boneless lassitude of the moment to suit its own purposes. Hei kisses her for what seems like hours, long enough until his body radiates a greedy heat, despite the slight chill of the air. ]
[ Interposing a hand between them, he reaches for her zipper. The metal buzzes and sings in his ears -- a metallic wasp -- as Hei drags it down and slips his hand between denim and skin. Cupping her between her legs, he moulds his fingers along her sex. Tracing the moist seam of her, teasing the hairs, his thumb rubbing slow circles against her clit. ]
[Korra whimpers, squirming against fingers, colors flashing behind her closed eyes.
The door opens, and two guys stumble in, their legs tangled together, their hands down each other's pants.]
Woah! Sorry, didn't realize anyone was in here.
[Korra yelps and crushes herself against Hei, trying to use his body to cover her nakedness. One guy is blushing, but the other guy assesses both Hei and Korra with an appreciative gaze.]
[ The door swings open. And Hei goes tense, irritation clouding the pleasant haze around him and Korra. Wrenching his head around, he regards the two intruders -- one pink-faced and flustering, the other with red-rimmed eyes and a crooked smile. For a moment Hei's own face is unreadable. Then he slips away from Korra. Not going far, just off the couch to cross the room in three steps. The two boys don't get even a fraction of a warning before he grabs them by the scruffs of their necks, shoving them out before they can protest, slamming the door after them. ]
[ Turning the lock, Hei scowls faintly and rests his forehead on the door. The ground feels rubbery beneath his feet. The harsh yellow light of the room makes it seem like reality is being drawn down into a tight vortex of neon and insipid upholstery. He's not coming down off the drug, but he's got one foot halfway in the door. ]
[ Shaking his head -- whether to dispel the annoyance or the dizziness, he glances back at Korra. ]
[Korra sits up slowly, gathering her shirt and bra up, but she holds them on her lap, not trying to cover her chest. Mingled with the embarrassment is a flushed, tingly heat -- the effect of the drug and his kisses. (Definitely has nothing to do with the appreciative look that other guy gave her, or his parting question.)]
Should we take this somewhere else?
[Despite the awkward embarrassment, she feels incredibly serene.
[ Hei takes her in slowly -- sweet curves and shadows, all that golden skin just delightful wrapping for a carnivore. She has a body that seems born to be in porn, but only the exceptionally high-end stuff. His gaze drifts to the bra, dark blue with white dots -- they seem to bounce and swim and then make puddles in her lap. Suddenly it's very hard to concentrate on anything else. It's like someone has slapped blinders onto his head, transparently textured so the edges of his surroundings ripple slightly, ]
[ Drifting closer, he plucks the shirt and bra out of her hands. Leans in, the pressure of his mouth light and trancey against hers. ]
If you want to.
[ His tone, his gaze, his body-language -- all that makes it clear he's fine where he is. ]
[She smiles against his lips, then shoves his shoulders, flipping their positions. But she doesn't straddle his lap -- not yet. She stands up and checks to see if the door has a lock.
No. Of course not.
She pushes the table against the door, angling it so nobody can open it. There. She puts her hands on her hips and spends a moment just beaming at it.
RIGHT. She was doing something (Hei). She kneels down in front of him and rests her arms on his legs.]
[ There's a hint of confusion in Hei's gaze. But surprisingly enough, he's perfectly biddable when she reverses their positions. He watches with slightly raised eyebrows when she shoves the table against the door, that silly stoned grin on her face. When she kneels before him, he reaches out, carding the fingers of both hands through her hair, stroking her nape. There's a concession, but also something inflected vaguely as a question, when he murmurs, ]
[She all but purrs at the touch, and leans into his hand.
Only for a moment, though. Before he can get any ideas, she grabs his wrists and sets his hands down on the couch, one on each side.]
Don't move.
[She wants him immobilized. She's not really interested in tying him up (she's fairly certain he wouldn't let her anyway), but she wants the same forced stillness. A part of her has wanted to do this ever since he tied her up -- no, even longer. It's been simmering beneath her skin ever since they started having sex on a regular basis. He always takes the lead, takes control, plays her body like it's some sort of instrument. Even when she's wrestled charge from him, his hands have been on her, a delicious distraction, chipping away at her control.]
[ Dimly, Hei registers that this is a control-game. ]
[ His limbs are leaden and lazy, and it's on a slow exhale that he half-reclines against the couch. There's something naughty -- ticklish -- about Korra's smile. It's infectious; he feels his own lips twitching at the corners. She's acting like she's asserting her right to something that might, if she's too tepid, be in dispute. He can't help but get the sense that she's replaying a wicked little revenge scenario in her head, before she subjects him to the real deal. ]
[ Ordinarily he'd never be so amiable. But the drug still creeps through his bloodstream, warping everything, especially this moment, into a bubble where nothing can go wrong. It won't last. But while it does, he's willing to run with it. ]
All right, [ he murmurs, settling his palms flat on the cushions. There's another word that gets lost somewhere under his breath, but it sounds vaguely like Bossy. He's unprepared for how much it endears and amuses him in equal parts. ]
I heard that. [Not really, but she can venture a pretty good guess. She sticks her tongue out at him. (Like he's one to talk. Honestly.)
Normally she goes straight for his zipper -- a beeline for the finish, which generally results in her being completely naked and him fucking her half-clothed. Not tonight. Instead, she starts with his shoes, taking them off quickly and carelessly chucking them aside. Then she reaches for the zipper; once that's undone, she rolls pants and underwear both down his legs until he's entirely naked.
His erection sways a little, almost like it's saying Hello! The idea makes her snort.]
[ His smile twitches wider when Korra sticks her tongue out, a pink bullseye in the center of her pretty mouth. ]
[ There's a gnawing impulse to lean in and kiss that look off her face. But. Rules are rules. While Hei's rarely abided by them, he senses that breaking them would ruin any sense of fairness -- real or imagined. She wants to play. For once he's in the mood to indulge. He doesn't bother to assist in her determined removal of his clothes. But he cooperates where he can, angling his feet so she gets the boots off easier, lifting his hips as she drags his pants down, leaving her at the end of long legs -- the knees slightly bumpy, a tracery of scars here and there. His erection curves at an angle against his belly, the tip already wet. In the bright lights, it feels almost like a jut of machinery on display. It's surreal and a little disorienting; he blames it on the drug, his skin pebbling in the coolish air. ]
[ Resuming his incline against the couch, hands splayed at his sides, he tips his chin to regard Korra -- a mild, questioning expression on his face. Everything about his body suggests a contained energy, sharp angles and precise lines. Lines that are somehow tangled with Korra's, tugging at something deep inside him, as if he's been built to correspond. ]
[Korra sits back on her feet and takes a moment to just admire the view. Wait, no, she was making a plan, although the view is nice too. She smiles, her eyes caressing every line and sharp curve.
She could give him a blowjob -- it's probably what he's expecting -- but she doesn't want to do what he's expecting. She wants to take him by surprise.
Her eyes flick down. Idea!]
Okay. [I have no idea if this is going to work. She manages not to say that outloud. Confidence -- you have to fake it if you don't feel it. She cups her breasts in her hands and scoots forward until she can slip his erection between them. (She saw this on a porn magazine in the Underground once. She thought it looked stupid, but hey, why not give it a try?)]
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[She'd been close to overstimulated before the brownie incident, but now she is definitely overwhelmed. Like, seeing music is cool and all, but she can feel everybody. Every single person in the room has an energy and she can feel it. It's clawing at her skin, tearing it. She feels like a block of salt dissolving in boiling water. If she stays here any longer, she's not going to exist anymore.]
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Hnn. [ It's all he can manage over the cacophony of colour and sound. At the VIP entrance, a girl in a devil costume -- red leather bustier and skin-tight pants -- checks IDs. She warns every man who walks by that if he's been bad, he'll have to visit her hot spot. Next to her is some guy dressed as a pimp; pink polyester suit with a retro cut, matching hat, orange patent leather stack-heel shoes with goldfish swimming in them, the whole nine. ]
Nice costume, [ Hei remarks, as he and Korra brush by. ]
What costume?
[ Shit. ] Never mind. [ They drift through a hallway with eerie staccato flares illuminating a grid pattern. In a secluded sitting room, Hei stumbles over a blonde in a shimmery silver catsuit, on her knees servicing some guy. He jerks on a strangled -- Argh!. Hei winces. ] Oops. [ The girl just laughs, her braces flashing in the strobe lights, and goes back to handling her business. Shaking his head, Hei reaches for one of the doors to the VIP rooms, and drags himself and Korra in. ]
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She settles onto a seat, suspicious of the floor beneath her feet.]
What's happening? [Her voice is strangely calm, though clearly irritated because this is the billionth time she's asked this question and she just wants a freaking answer.]
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[ Keeping his gaze on his hands, he says, ]
The cake was drugged. [ There's a strange quality to his own voice, a crumble and slur, like gravel dipped in cool ink. ] Nothing too dangerous. You just have to wait it out. [ A beat, before he glances at her. His gaze is half-lidded and soft as water. ] Not as much fun as dancing. [ It can easily be interpreted as an apology. ]
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They were taking them for fun. [Her voice is matter of fact rather than confused. She actually can understand the appeal. Everything feels more vibrant and alive, every sensation heightened. Out in the club, it was way too much for her, but in the quiet of this room, it's nice.
She leans against him, slouching so her head can rest on his shoulder.]
Don't worry about it. [This is nice. She's not quite sure whether those words actually make it past her lips, or if she just thinks them.]
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Yeah.
[ He's not sure, exactly, what he's agreeing to. He just knows that she smells like the peculiar freshness by a river. Her body-heat shushes and flows through him like a river, too, the water of her words winding through his veins. Dipping his head, Hei nudges the tip of his nose against hers. Underneath the floor, the music gains volume, rumbling across the carpet and walls. The brightness from the lamps makes Hei feel dizzy. Closing his eyelids, he leans in, and there's nothing but Korra's mouth. His lips pluck at hers, sealing at the corner of her mouth, sucking softly and then, in a slow slipslide, press the tip of his tongue against it and trailing it across the seam of her lips, parting them to deepen the kiss. ]
[ Sweet, warm flesh -- simple and uncomplicated, promising only that and no more. ]
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She straightens to avoid a cramp in her neck, moving slowly, never breaking the contact of their lips. She can feel the pulsing of the music beneath her feet and it shoots spikes of desire up her entire body. Her right hand overs briefly over the side of his face, wanting to comb through his hair, but she knows he doesn't particularly like having his hair touched. Resisting the impulse, she settles on his cheek instead and pushes herself closer to him.]
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[ It's rare that Korra ever disappoints him. Certainly not now. Dark flurries of sensation spread across his skin as she squirms closer. Her palm is a cool starfish against his cheekbone, her kisses a whole universe. The drug is still there, buzzing under his skin. It feels like every inch of him has an appetite of its own; yet there's a dizzy somnolence in his bloodstream. Inhaling against her mouth, Hei nudges her gently backwards. Stretches out alongside her body, until they touch at every point, even through the layers of clothing. The couch is plush and wide enough for them to lie side-by-side -- a purpose it was no doubt designed for. Slowly, so slowly, Hei deepens the kiss. Tiny little presses, growing firmer. Her mouth is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. Traces of chocolate are still alive there. Parting his lips, he catches her tongue between gentle teeth, suckling. Breaks to taste every part of her face. Lips pressing to the curve of her cheeks, to her lids, the lashes fluttering, the whorls of her ears, then lower down, nibbling along the pretty jaw, to smooth arc of throat beneath. ]
[ He's not sure how long this carries on. His hands slide easily over clothes and skin; lips tracing and exploring. Time drifts sideways like an overladen basket floating downstream. The sound of his own breathing; the bubbling music; the slow drum beating inexorably in his own ears; sweet-slippery kisses and tangled legs and Korra-scented breaths -- that's all that matters. ]
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She hooks her ankle and tugs his leg between her thighs in an unhurried motion. Letting her head sink against his arm, she slips a hand under his clothes, tracing her thumb against the bony jut of his hip.]
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[ When her hand creeps under his shirt, he shivers. The chill of the air, magnified so intensely by the body-stone, is a delicious contrast to the heat of his own skin. Every millimeter of contact feels like metal welded with flux. On a breath, Hei breaks the imaginary seams to draw up the hem of Korra's shirt, tugging it off her. In a moment, the bra follows. Beneath the lamplight, the smooth expanse of her torso seems like the loveliest he's ever seen, honey coloured and smooth. He inches closer, his thigh pressing between the V of her legs. Bends his head and lets his tongue trail along her breasts, lips brushing over warm skin all the while. Taking one nipple between his teeth, he teases and sucks, nursing at her breasts in turns and smearing his face against her. It feels as if he can seep into her this way, with his whole body. ]
[ But despite the hunger, everything remains languid. No rush to go further. ]
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Your turn.
[She tugs his shirt up, trailing pleading kisses on his cheek and neck.]
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[ But as it is, there's little to complain about. Her cool lips on his skin are a balm, he feels so hot. When she tugs his shirt up, he disentangles from her only to yank the material up and off. It lands in the small pile with Korra's garments, halfway forgotten. He's already pressing close to her again, rubbing his head against her shoulder like a cat. He's not sure what it is about the drug. But it leaves him eager to be touched, anywhere. His mouth brushes her skin here and there, light and warm and soft and moist, and he shifts on top of her, makes himself heavy, but there's no urgency to that either; it's almost comfortingly visceral. Settling between her legs, he rubs against the juncture of her thighs, his erection hard and pulsing against the rough scratch of denim. ]
[ In the bright light, he can see the blue flecks of Korra's eyes, the pearly sheen of her teeth. Almost without thinking, he murmurs, ] So beautiful. [ The words are both gentle and peculiarly vacant, opaque to his own ears, but the rhythm and tones ripple and crest like water on a pond. It's more than likely he's slipped by default into either Mandarin or Portuguese. ]
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She wraps her arms around his neck and gives into the urge to tangle her fingers in his hair. She loves how soft it feels, the way it tickles her skin. His words have the same effect -- she's not sure whether if it's his breath or the drug. She doesn't know what he's saying, but a warm, happy feeling settles deep in her belly regardless. She trails kisses and little nibbles across his shoulder. She can feel the pulse of his erection against her, but beyond arching up to rub against him, she's in no rush to deal with it. She's enjoy the slow, heady kisses far too much.]
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[ The heat beneath Hei's skin grows almost uncomfortable, but there's one hell of a pleasant buzz in his head. Her fingers feel like spiders creeping through his hair, skittering across his scalp. A hard shudder rakes down his spine; he's not sure if it's the contrast of hot-and-cold, the drug triggering twitches in his muscles, or the way Korra rubs against him, the warmth of her rising up into him. Her lips leave cool trails of moisture on his skin, and he enjoys the sensation for a moment, before his fingers catch her chin, tipping her face up again, redirecting her efforts back to his mouth. More languid, stickysweet kisses. Her lips are warm, moist cushions and he sinks into them, gathering Korra closer and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Time seems to distort, standing still yet stretching the boneless lassitude of the moment to suit its own purposes. Hei kisses her for what seems like hours, long enough until his body radiates a greedy heat, despite the slight chill of the air. ]
[ Interposing a hand between them, he reaches for her zipper. The metal buzzes and sings in his ears -- a metallic wasp -- as Hei drags it down and slips his hand between denim and skin. Cupping her between her legs, he moulds his fingers along her sex. Tracing the moist seam of her, teasing the hairs, his thumb rubbing slow circles against her clit. ]
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The door opens, and two guys stumble in, their legs tangled together, their hands down each other's pants.]
Woah! Sorry, didn't realize anyone was in here.
[Korra yelps and crushes herself against Hei, trying to use his body to cover her nakedness. One guy is blushing, but the other guy assesses both Hei and Korra with an appreciative gaze.]
Mind if we join in?
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[ Turning the lock, Hei scowls faintly and rests his forehead on the door. The ground feels rubbery beneath his feet. The harsh yellow light of the room makes it seem like reality is being drawn down into a tight vortex of neon and insipid upholstery. He's not coming down off the drug, but he's got one foot halfway in the door. ]
[ Shaking his head -- whether to dispel the annoyance or the dizziness, he glances back at Korra. ]
No privacy anywhere.
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Should we take this somewhere else?
[Despite the awkward embarrassment, she feels incredibly serene.
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[ Drifting closer, he plucks the shirt and bra out of her hands. Leans in, the pressure of his mouth light and trancey against hers. ]
If you want to.
[ His tone, his gaze, his body-language -- all that makes it clear he's fine where he is. ]
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No. Of course not.
She pushes the table against the door, angling it so nobody can open it. There. She puts her hands on her hips and spends a moment just beaming at it.
RIGHT. She was doing something (Hei). She kneels down in front of him and rests her arms on his legs.]
I want to try something.
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... All right.
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Only for a moment, though. Before he can get any ideas, she grabs his wrists and sets his hands down on the couch, one on each side.]
Don't move.
[She wants him immobilized. She's not really interested in tying him up (she's fairly certain he wouldn't let her anyway), but she wants the same forced stillness. A part of her has wanted to do this ever since he tied her up -- no, even longer. It's been simmering beneath her skin ever since they started having sex on a regular basis. He always takes the lead, takes control, plays her body like it's some sort of instrument. Even when she's wrestled charge from him, his hands have been on her, a delicious distraction, chipping away at her control.]
Keep your hands right where they are. Got it?
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[ His limbs are leaden and lazy, and it's on a slow exhale that he half-reclines against the couch. There's something naughty -- ticklish -- about Korra's smile. It's infectious; he feels his own lips twitching at the corners. She's acting like she's asserting her right to something that might, if she's too tepid, be in dispute. He can't help but get the sense that she's replaying a wicked little revenge scenario in her head, before she subjects him to the real deal. ]
[ Ordinarily he'd never be so amiable. But the drug still creeps through his bloodstream, warping everything, especially this moment, into a bubble where nothing can go wrong. It won't last. But while it does, he's willing to run with it. ]
All right, [ he murmurs, settling his palms flat on the cushions. There's another word that gets lost somewhere under his breath, but it sounds vaguely like Bossy. He's unprepared for how much it endears and amuses him in equal parts. ]
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Normally she goes straight for his zipper -- a beeline for the finish, which generally results in her being completely naked and him fucking her half-clothed. Not tonight. Instead, she starts with his shoes, taking them off quickly and carelessly chucking them aside. Then she reaches for the zipper; once that's undone, she rolls pants and underwear both down his legs until he's entirely naked.
His erection sways a little, almost like it's saying Hello! The idea makes her snort.]
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[ There's a gnawing impulse to lean in and kiss that look off her face. But. Rules are rules. While Hei's rarely abided by them, he senses that breaking them would ruin any sense of fairness -- real or imagined. She wants to play. For once he's in the mood to indulge. He doesn't bother to assist in her determined removal of his clothes. But he cooperates where he can, angling his feet so she gets the boots off easier, lifting his hips as she drags his pants down, leaving her at the end of long legs -- the knees slightly bumpy, a tracery of scars here and there. His erection curves at an angle against his belly, the tip already wet. In the bright lights, it feels almost like a jut of machinery on display. It's surreal and a little disorienting; he blames it on the drug, his skin pebbling in the coolish air. ]
[ Resuming his incline against the couch, hands splayed at his sides, he tips his chin to regard Korra -- a mild, questioning expression on his face. Everything about his body suggests a contained energy, sharp angles and precise lines. Lines that are somehow tangled with Korra's, tugging at something deep inside him, as if he's been built to correspond. ]
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She could give him a blowjob -- it's probably what he's expecting -- but she doesn't want to do what he's expecting. She wants to take him by surprise.
Her eyes flick down. Idea!]
Okay. [I have no idea if this is going to work. She manages not to say that outloud. Confidence -- you have to fake it if you don't feel it. She cups her breasts in her hands and scoots forward until she can slip his erection between them. (She saw this on a porn magazine in the Underground once. She thought it looked stupid, but hey, why not give it a try?)]
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