[ Hei wants to tell her she doesn't have to thank him. But with the warm weight of her against him, he's in no mood to talk anymore. Slipping his arms around her, he stretches back on the couch. Draws her down on top of him, liking the smooth rub of her nakedness against his skin, cool and slightly sticky. Prodding her thighs apart with his knees, he lets his lengthening cock press between their bellies, while his mouth nudges and connects with hers. The kiss has a fizzling note of hunger; he chases the leftover traces of cake in her mouth, and her own particular flavor, which he's almost come to crave. Slowly, somnolently, moving his head to try different angles. All around him, he can still half-sense shimmering phantasms of the music from the dancefloor -- red blossoms of bassline and pink lightning-flickers of guitar-strings -- like a multicolored ghost cloud hovering over the much-used couch. ]
[ Finally, on a sharp breath, he breaks away, reaching over to his jeans, lying puddled on the floor. He grapples blindly with one hand until his fingers alight on what he's after. He pulls the condom out of his pocket and wastes no time in tearing the foil and slipping it on. ]
Hmm. [With a heavy breath, she forces her cares away and focuses her attention on his lips. It doesn't take long for him to drive every other thought out of her mind.
She murmurs faint protest when he breaks away, even if it's just to reach for the condom. Then, of course, she has to pull back to give him room to slide it on and that's just as hard.
He says her name and she shivers, biting his bottom lip as she shifts to take him in.]
[ Beneath her, Hei's erection throbs tight and hard against the seam of her body. He watches her shift, guiding it to the slick place it wants to go. As she sinks down, with a delicious sensation of stretching and fluttering around him, it feels like the thousand tiny fragments of the drug -- residual chemicals -- are being displaced. ]
[ There's nothing to see or feel, just the sense of her melting around him, feeding a quiet hum in his throat, a prickling of goosebumps and a shiver down his spine. When he's finally and completely inside her, he just soaks there for a moment, alive inside her, snugly enveloped. Rearing up, he catches her against him. Lets her sprawl across his crossed legs, folding hers around his hips. Face to face, mouth to mouth, fucking more with muscle than movement as he fans his hands across her hips, rocking her to the rhythm he wants. Tiny little circles at first, then deeper circles, then tight smooth strokes as he shows her how to roll her hips at the angles he likes. ]
[She can feel beads of sweat trickle down her body, tickling her overly-sensitive skin. She clenches tightly around him. Everything is hot and stretched to the point of breaking, and she feels like her entire body is a cacophony of lights and explosions. But it's still not enough.
Harder. She's not sure whether she just thinks it or the word actually makes it past her lips.]
[ With a fluid rock of his hips, Hei pushes deeper into her. He's absorbed in nothing but her weight against his, the slip of sweat between them and the wet flexing on her inner-muscles around him. Each small sensation sends a sharp noise tumbling from his throat, bordering on a purr, his fingers digging into the meat of her hips as he leans forward to kiss her, like he wants to take even the air from her lungs. Korra's impatience, like her orgasm, hovers high up inside her, just out of reach yet singing with potential, entirely in the rhythm's power to bestow. But Hei's in no rush. He's come once already, and there's still wisps of hash bubbling in his veins. Surely they have time still, the night is long, they'd arrived at the club early. He thinks not of coming but of the ride, a long languid fuck that makes it so easy just to drink in the adorable sight of her, kiss her mouth and breasts. ]
[ There are a lot of little things he could say to her. Except that's never been his way. ]
[ Instead, in the cradle of his hands, he lowers her onto him, fucking her with short halfstrokes that bottom out with a straining push. He doesn't touch her clit. He just lets his erection rub against that sweetspot he can reach so easily with his fingers, but often has trouble angling his thrusts against. Eyes flicking down to watch himself disappear into her, except his attention is split between that sight and Korra's face. ]
[(Korra's not sure how she feels about being "adorable" during sex. Adorable is for puppies and kittens and small children. Sex? Not so much.)
He's watching her. Her cheeks burn and she closes her eyes, the better to focus on everything she's feeling. But she can still feel his gaze, as though it's burning her skin.]
[ He'll call her what he wants. He has no interest in measuring up to some piece of propaganda on appropriate sexual descriptors. She's not Amber; all sphinx-eyes and wicked smiles, her wiles a practiced art. Korra probably hasn't known a moment's guile -- not in all her 18 years. Even now, on the cusp of adulthood, there's a lovely, lost, burning-bright look in her eyes. Sweet, eager, hopeful, like a child on a rollercoaster. ]
[ Few people in Hei's life were allowed the luxury to be so honest. ]
[ His teeth press against his lower-lip in a smile as she closes her eyes. He keeps rocking against her, a steady, melting rhythm, like a percussionist playing just behind the vocals. Harder, then a fraction harder still, creeping her toward the edge. His fingers skim along the curve of her spine, then her torso, counting the rise and fall of ribs, sliding up her sides to frame her breasts with his open hands. He dips his head, letting the nipples catch between his teeth, tugging and biting while he keeps an ear on any hitches in her breath. ]
[There are plenty of those. Her breathing is ragged, harsh, full of aching need.
Not enough. She grabs one of his hands and brings it first to where their bodies meet, covering the fingers in slick; then to her ass, pressing one finger to that small pucker of flesh, a clear sign of what she wants.]
[ Hei's smile sharpens at the corners of his lips. He lets her nipple slip from his mouth. Reaches with his free hand to tangle his fingers in her hair, grabbing a handful and giving it a sharp tug. Not enough to hurt, just to sting, tipping her head back so he can get at her throat, sucking pretty welted kisses along her skin. With his other hand, he circles his fingertip against the tight entrance of her ass. A gentle but firm pressure, and he pushes the finger inside. Her muscles are so tight it's hard to make headway. Undeterred, he continues, penetrating her deeper each time he presses in, timing it with each thrust. Through the thin membrane that separates them, he can feel the bulk of his cock sliding slowly in, resting, then moving again. ]
[ Tracing the line of Korra's jaw with his lips, he murmurs, ] How's that feel? [ Does she want it harder? Slower? With more fingers? Usually he never bothers to ask. But right now he wants more than facial signals. ]
[ At the sound of her moan, a sharp blade of need cuts into Hei. ]
[ Lowering his mouth back to Korra's neck, he bites hard, feeling the thud of pulse in the latticework of veins beneath her skin. At the same time, his hips move, a fluid snapping rhythm, faster, faster, deep twisting strokes that mash her clit against his pelvic bone and send heat coiling low in his belly. His whole body thrums with tension, thighs tense beneath Korra's weight, his breaths shallow and sharp. Matching the rhythm to his stroking finger, he eases a second digit into her, penetrating higher, crooking them a little, so she feels the pressure in tandem with his cock rubbing inside her. ]
[She hisses, her eyes watering at the sharp sting of his teeth coupled with the pressure of him inside her. She claws at his waist, leaving bright red streaks behind, and rocks her hips harder. She can feel her orgasm approaching fast, even though she just came before.]
[ When her nails rake across his waist, the brilliance of each thin red stripe of pain is answered by a jerk of Hei's hips. Korra's muscles flutter around him as her climax looms, gathering in stages. He keeps going, pummeling into her, each thrust harder as he forces a path again and again into her spasming body. The heat of strained restraint sears his skin and condenses into liquid as it passes over him like quicksilver. ]
[ All the while, he keeps his eyes on her. Staring, like he wants to seep into her as the neurons begin their storm; they spark and jump the gap between them, catch and light him in a heat-flare. Is shared pleasure infectious? It must be by the way Hei's lips part, his lids slide half-closed and his upward thrusts become brutal, autonomic, seeking mindless release. ]
[She grunts as the storm overtakes her, choking on a scream. Her body shakes and she buries her head against his neck, trying to block out all extraneous stimulation. It's just short of too much.]
[ Just short of too much, and Hei shows no signs of slowing down. He slams into her, sharp and liquid and stuttering, the clickety-clack of rattling furniture and slick flesh filling the room as he rocks in and out, always in and out. Korra's sounds are just red-noise, her muscles contracting around him like anemones in a hot-cold current. The mechanism that feeds meaning to his brain is broken and in its place is a spasming fist of blind, senseless bliss. ]
[ Chemicals stream from synapse to synapse and trigger the inevitable. His final thrusts are deep and buried; even through the latex he knows Korra will feel the hot spurts break against her. Slumping, he covers her mouth with his and groans in rough-edged gasps. Kisses her -- lazy, dazed -- as their bodies trade dying shudders that echo on his tongue. ]
[There's a deep throbbing inside her muscles, not yet painful but a definite warning that she's going to be feeling this later. (Does she work tomorrow? She hopes she doesn't. She doesn't want to walk to work funny.) She hums against his lips, sleepy and satisfied.]
[ A sense of hazy contentment reverberates through Hei's slackened muscles and his slow echoing pulse. Strangely, he doesn't feel the need to be rid of the person he's just had sex with; he doesn't crave distance from the living evidence of what he's fucked. Passing his arms around her, he holds her loosely, until the sweat cools and they're no longer scooping in air to feed strained lungs. But when his muscles begin to cramp, and the familiar claustrophobia creeps in, he immediately lets her go. ]
[ Nudging her off him, he takes a moment to dump the condom in the nearest bin. Rolls his head and shoulders to loosen a crick in his neck, before reaching out to scoop up his clothes. The air carries a renewed chill; he can feel goosebumps rising on his damp skin. All that thrashing about during a fuck raises your temperature, but if you stay in the cold, you lose it all; Amber once teased him, as he was pulling on his pants, that that was the best way to catch a cold. ]
[ Bundling up Korra's clothes, Hei drops them in her lap. ] We should get going.
[She cracks an eye open, surprised when his arms wrap around her. She's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She nestles against him, her arms wrapped around his neck.
She's only a little disappointed when he nudges her off.]
Yeah. [Hanging around naked and freshly fucked in a public building isn't exactly something she cares to do. Hissing a little as muscles and bites complain, she pulls on her clothes. (She glances sideways at the broken couch arm, but tries not to think about it.)]
[ There's a smirched, greasy feeling on Hei's skin. He badly wants a shower. To add to that, the hash has dissolved to awaken a terrible thirst and an awful case of munchies. He waits until Korra's pulled her clothes on, before turning to open the door. The bright throb of music still creeps through the air. But the place has an aura of wrapped-up business; it's mostly the diehards and the night owls that remain. Passing by a soda machine, he buys two cans of coke for Korra and himself. Pops the top to sip slowly, before slipping his free hand in hers. ]
[ Slipping their clasped palms into his jacket pocket, he leads her toward the exit. ] Walk you home? [ Ordinarily he wouldn't bother. She's capable of handling herself in the Underground -- at least usually. Maybe its a residual sting of guilt for getting her high. ] Or do you want to stop somewhere for breakfast?
[ Yeah. He said Breakfast. It's close to four am. ]
[Korra yawns widely -- the sound is muffled by the rumbling of her stomach. She's not sure whether she'd rather sleep or eat. If only there were a way to do both!
She manages, with difficulty, to open the soda with one hand. She gulps the drink down with a wince. It's disgusting, but she's thirsty.]
Breakfast. [Making faces, as though that will help her get the taste of the soda out of her mouth. It's a long trip back to the Beach House (and, let's be honest, she doesn't want to risk waking Mako up and having him ask where she's been all night. Not while exhausted, hungry, and sore.)]
[ Hei nods, leading her down the crowded corridors and steel staircase, into the red-lit exit. The night is cool. The air dries the sweat on his exposed skin quickly; he lifts the icy soda can and presses it to his forehead for a moment. There's a dull throbbing in his temples -- less from exertion, more hunger. The pavements are dotted with pedestrians, but it's nice to get some of what passes for fresh air in the Underground. Part of him wants to get rid of Korra. The outing's over; he feels that familiar strain, to withdraw from company, to be by himself. But the other part doesn't mind the tread of her footsteps beside his, the warmth and slight dampness of her palm in his own. ]
[ He stops at an all-night diner, its parking lot devoid of cars though it's lit up like a beacon in this middle-of-nowhere. Tired, head buzzing, Hei shoulders the door open. The place is brightly lit with cold fluorescents, and empty save for the waitress and a handful of patrons on the stools. After a quick detour to wash up in the bathroom, he settles at a red booth, ordering the deluxe breakfast special, and plain tea for himself and Korra. ]
[ Glancing at her bare wrist, he asks, after a beat, ] You didn't like the bracelet?
[(If it helps, Korra's feeling much the same way. If his current behavior wasn't such a novelty, she probably would have kissed him goodnight and gone to get food on her own.)
She chugs down her glass of water before the waitress can even leave, and makes quick work of the second one too.]
Huh? [It takes her a moment to remember a bracelet had been included with the dress.] No! It was really pretty. [She grins a little wryly.] A bit fancy for this outfit.
[ Hei leans against the wall, stretching his legs along the worn booth seat, and glances at her. She's a little rumpled, but his look is full of a lazy uncomplicated pleasure in her presence. The bracelet was just a token -- outfitted with a tracker -- since he had no idea how she'd take the gesture. Buying someone gifts is so human. Especially when it's not calculating or transactive in nature. Some people buy modest gifts; some people buy extravagant ones. ]
[ Ordinarily, Hei prefers to keep his in the range of practical. But there's very little he can give Korra, that she'd be happy to use. Only one thing comes close: helping her find some way to get her bending back. But he knows nothing about her world -- much less about Avatars or Chakras. ]
[ Dryly, he says, ] You're tricky to think up gifts for.
[She rests her chin on her hand. Sitting up feels like too much effort.]
It's not like you have to get me anything. [She has no particular fondness for presents anyway. They don't hold any association as tokens of affection for her. When she thinks of gifts, she thinks of Tarrlok, and how he tried to buy her cooperation with increasingly extravagant presents.]
Hmm. I should just make awful demands of you instead.
[ He lets his gaze skate across the diner's periphery. They're in the booth right in the back, that affords ideal views of the entrance, exit and kitchen. The plate glass window he sits across reflects a row of stools and a table occupied by two necking vampires, pale against the faded pink walls and floors. The waitress wears pink too, and her eyes are bleary. She steps in carrying big food-trays, one for Hei and one for Korra. As soon as the plates of greasy food are set on the table, Hei remembers the depth of his hunger. He eats nearly everything, pancakes, eggs, sausage, potatoes, but between sips of his coffee, he finds himself patiently watching Korra. ]
[ There's an odd deja vu fizzing at the corners of his memory. Outings with Amber, overlapping with that crazy night with Chiaki-not-Chiaki in Tokyo, to the first time he took child-Korra to a dinette, to the last diner he'd broken up with her adult version in. ]
[ After the first edge of both their hunger is sated, he stifles a yawn, murmuring, ] Ready to go? [ It'll be sun-up soon. The pair of vampires adjacent to them obviously don't realize that. With the angle of the window, they'll be fried in the next five minutes. ]
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[ Finally, on a sharp breath, he breaks away, reaching over to his jeans, lying puddled on the floor. He grapples blindly with one hand until his fingers alight on what he's after. He pulls the condom out of his pocket and wastes no time in tearing the foil and slipping it on. ]
Korra.
[ The words are feathery against her lips. ]
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She murmurs faint protest when he breaks away, even if it's just to reach for the condom. Then, of course, she has to pull back to give him room to slide it on and that's just as hard.
He says her name and she shivers, biting his bottom lip as she shifts to take him in.]
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[ There's nothing to see or feel, just the sense of her melting around him, feeding a quiet hum in his throat, a prickling of goosebumps and a shiver down his spine. When he's finally and completely inside her, he just soaks there for a moment, alive inside her, snugly enveloped. Rearing up, he catches her against him. Lets her sprawl across his crossed legs, folding hers around his hips. Face to face, mouth to mouth, fucking more with muscle than movement as he fans his hands across her hips, rocking her to the rhythm he wants. Tiny little circles at first, then deeper circles, then tight smooth strokes as he shows her how to roll her hips at the angles he likes. ]
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Harder. She's not sure whether she just thinks it or the word actually makes it past her lips.]
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[ There are a lot of little things he could say to her. Except that's never been his way. ]
[ Instead, in the cradle of his hands, he lowers her onto him, fucking her with short halfstrokes that bottom out with a straining push. He doesn't touch her clit. He just lets his erection rub against that sweetspot he can reach so easily with his fingers, but often has trouble angling his thrusts against. Eyes flicking down to watch himself disappear into her, except his attention is split between that sight and Korra's face. ]
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He's watching her. Her cheeks burn and she closes her eyes, the better to focus on everything she's feeling. But she can still feel his gaze, as though it's burning her skin.]
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[ Few people in Hei's life were allowed the luxury to be so honest. ]
[ His teeth press against his lower-lip in a smile as she closes her eyes. He keeps rocking against her, a steady, melting rhythm, like a percussionist playing just behind the vocals. Harder, then a fraction harder still, creeping her toward the edge. His fingers skim along the curve of her spine, then her torso, counting the rise and fall of ribs, sliding up her sides to frame her breasts with his open hands. He dips his head, letting the nipples catch between his teeth, tugging and biting while he keeps an ear on any hitches in her breath. ]
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Not enough. She grabs one of his hands and brings it first to where their bodies meet, covering the fingers in slick; then to her ass, pressing one finger to that small pucker of flesh, a clear sign of what she wants.]
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[ Tracing the line of Korra's jaw with his lips, he murmurs, ] How's that feel? [ Does she want it harder? Slower? With more fingers? Usually he never bothers to ask. But right now he wants more than facial signals. ]
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Harder.
[The twin sensations are driving her wild, but she still wants more.]
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[ Lowering his mouth back to Korra's neck, he bites hard, feeling the thud of pulse in the latticework of veins beneath her skin. At the same time, his hips move, a fluid snapping rhythm, faster, faster, deep twisting strokes that mash her clit against his pelvic bone and send heat coiling low in his belly. His whole body thrums with tension, thighs tense beneath Korra's weight, his breaths shallow and sharp. Matching the rhythm to his stroking finger, he eases a second digit into her, penetrating higher, crooking them a little, so she feels the pressure in tandem with his cock rubbing inside her. ]
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[ All the while, he keeps his eyes on her. Staring, like he wants to seep into her as the neurons begin their storm; they spark and jump the gap between them, catch and light him in a heat-flare. Is shared pleasure infectious? It must be by the way Hei's lips part, his lids slide half-closed and his upward thrusts become brutal, autonomic, seeking mindless release. ]
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[ Chemicals stream from synapse to synapse and trigger the inevitable. His final thrusts are deep and buried; even through the latex he knows Korra will feel the hot spurts break against her. Slumping, he covers her mouth with his and groans in rough-edged gasps. Kisses her -- lazy, dazed -- as their bodies trade dying shudders that echo on his tongue. ]
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[ Nudging her off him, he takes a moment to dump the condom in the nearest bin. Rolls his head and shoulders to loosen a crick in his neck, before reaching out to scoop up his clothes. The air carries a renewed chill; he can feel goosebumps rising on his damp skin. All that thrashing about during a fuck raises your temperature, but if you stay in the cold, you lose it all; Amber once teased him, as he was pulling on his pants, that that was the best way to catch a cold. ]
[ Bundling up Korra's clothes, Hei drops them in her lap. ] We should get going.
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She's only a little disappointed when he nudges her off.]
Yeah. [Hanging around naked and freshly fucked in a public building isn't exactly something she cares to do. Hissing a little as muscles and bites complain, she pulls on her clothes. (She glances sideways at the broken couch arm, but tries not to think about it.)]
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[ Slipping their clasped palms into his jacket pocket, he leads her toward the exit. ] Walk you home? [ Ordinarily he wouldn't bother. She's capable of handling herself in the Underground -- at least usually. Maybe its a residual sting of guilt for getting her high. ] Or do you want to stop somewhere for breakfast?
[ Yeah. He said Breakfast. It's close to four am. ]
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She manages, with difficulty, to open the soda with one hand. She gulps the drink down with a wince. It's disgusting, but she's thirsty.]
Breakfast. [Making faces, as though that will help her get the taste of the soda out of her mouth. It's a long trip back to the Beach House (and, let's be honest, she doesn't want to risk waking Mako up and having him ask where she's been all night. Not while exhausted, hungry, and sore.)]
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[ He stops at an all-night diner, its parking lot devoid of cars though it's lit up like a beacon in this middle-of-nowhere. Tired, head buzzing, Hei shoulders the door open. The place is brightly lit with cold fluorescents, and empty save for the waitress and a handful of patrons on the stools. After a quick detour to wash up in the bathroom, he settles at a red booth, ordering the deluxe breakfast special, and plain tea for himself and Korra. ]
[ Glancing at her bare wrist, he asks, after a beat, ] You didn't like the bracelet?
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She chugs down her glass of water before the waitress can even leave, and makes quick work of the second one too.]
Huh? [It takes her a moment to remember a bracelet had been included with the dress.] No! It was really pretty. [She grins a little wryly.] A bit fancy for this outfit.
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[ Ordinarily, Hei prefers to keep his in the range of practical. But there's very little he can give Korra, that she'd be happy to use. Only one thing comes close: helping her find some way to get her bending back. But he knows nothing about her world -- much less about Avatars or Chakras. ]
[ Dryly, he says, ] You're tricky to think up gifts for.
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It's not like you have to get me anything. [She has no particular fondness for presents anyway. They don't hold any association as tokens of affection for her. When she thinks of gifts, she thinks of Tarrlok, and how he tried to buy her cooperation with increasingly extravagant presents.]
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[ He lets his gaze skate across the diner's periphery. They're in the booth right in the back, that affords ideal views of the entrance, exit and kitchen. The plate glass window he sits across reflects a row of stools and a table occupied by two necking vampires, pale against the faded pink walls and floors. The waitress wears pink too, and her eyes are bleary. She steps in carrying big food-trays, one for Hei and one for Korra. As soon as the plates of greasy food are set on the table, Hei remembers the depth of his hunger. He eats nearly everything, pancakes, eggs, sausage, potatoes, but between sips of his coffee, he finds himself patiently watching Korra. ]
[ There's an odd deja vu fizzing at the corners of his memory. Outings with Amber, overlapping with that crazy night with Chiaki-not-Chiaki in Tokyo, to the first time he took child-Korra to a dinette, to the last diner he'd broken up with her adult version in. ]
[ After the first edge of both their hunger is sated, he stifles a yawn, murmuring, ] Ready to go? [ It'll be sun-up soon. The pair of vampires adjacent to them obviously don't realize that. With the angle of the window, they'll be fried in the next five minutes. ]
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