[ 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. ]
You don't do that already? [She makes a face at him. And then FOOD! SWEET FOOD! Her stomach is practically devouring itself; Korra wolfs down her entire meal almost in a breath.
To his question:]
Yeah.
[She probably ate too fast, or maybe it's just the greasy, unfamiliar food, or some after-effect of the hash. Either way, she's beginning to feel nauseous. Not enough to think she'll throw up, but enough to feel uncomfortable. The idea of being home in her own bed is immensely appealing.]
[ In hindsight, he probably should've warned her to pace herself. ]
[ Hei leaves a big tip on the table, and hauls himself to his feet. A dim glow saturates the sky outside, outlining the buildings in pale blue. Taking Korra's arm, he guides her toward the exit. The vampires barely glance up at him as he passes, both entwined and kissing, their gazes dreamy, like surfeited kittens. Reaching for the door, Hei watches the sunrays slant into the diner. Hears the first startled cry, followed by a crash of broken mugs as one of the vampires leaps up in alarm. The smell of charred flesh fills the air. It only lasts a moment. Between one eyeblink and the next, the pair burst into explosive clouds of grit. ]
[ What a mess. ]
[ Grimacing, Hei nudges Korra out. ] Love makes people so stupid. [ It's a flat observation, but somehow, it sounds to his own ears like a warning. ]
[Korra wouldn't have been nearly so blase about the deaths, even if they are bloodsucking fiends.
Fortunately, Hei is nudging thin air. Korra had caught sight of one of her old biker friends and was out the door before the vamps suffered their unfortunate fate. She's busy laughing and doing the weird elaborate handshake the bikers had taught her.
[ There's a pile of grit where the vampires once were. Hoping they'd at least tipped the waitress, Hei shuts the door and refocuses on Korra. It's almost cute seeing her pally with someone other than a Polar Bear Dog. He utilizes the moment to scan his Network device for any curious entries, and to check the security key to his apartment, in case Pai's in trouble. All clear; the sensors indicate she's tucked up in bed. But like most parents, Hei won't be perfectly reassured until he's home to check on her in person. ]
[ With a cursory nod to the biker, he sidles up behind Korra. ] Friend of yours?
[Korra holds up her hands pacifyingly.] Chill out! This is my boyfriend.....Li. [It takes her a moment to remember to use his moniker. The boyfriend part trips easily off her tongue, with the same schmoop level as "buddy" or "friend" or "asshole I work with." Matter of fact more than anything else; after all, they go out together, have sex fairly frequently, and discussed being exclusive, even if they decided against it. What else would they be?
[ He winces at the mention of Boyfriend; disguises it as a twitch of the nose. He wishes she wouldn't do that. Assigning a label to someone is like locking them in a box. All those things are traps created by someone else. A mold to fit into, patterns to conform to, roles he must learn the lines for. Best Friend. Time-sink. Nuisance. Life Lesson. Mentor. Hei's learnt from Amber that you can be all those things, or none of them. You can put on those masks or take them off at will. Amber used to say: I'll be whatever it is you need me to be at that moment, and not in the next. The fluidity and freedom of different personas. ]
[ Hei's look is impassive as he glances from Korra to the biker. ] Reggie. Right. [ It runs parallel with Whatever. To Korra, ] We were leaving. [ A reminder, not a question. ]
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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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To his question:]
Yeah.
[She probably ate too fast, or maybe it's just the greasy, unfamiliar food, or some after-effect of the hash. Either way, she's beginning to feel nauseous. Not enough to think she'll throw up, but enough to feel uncomfortable. The idea of being home in her own bed is immensely appealing.]
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[ Hei leaves a big tip on the table, and hauls himself to his feet. A dim glow saturates the sky outside, outlining the buildings in pale blue. Taking Korra's arm, he guides her toward the exit. The vampires barely glance up at him as he passes, both entwined and kissing, their gazes dreamy, like surfeited kittens. Reaching for the door, Hei watches the sunrays slant into the diner. Hears the first startled cry, followed by a crash of broken mugs as one of the vampires leaps up in alarm. The smell of charred flesh fills the air. It only lasts a moment. Between one eyeblink and the next, the pair burst into explosive clouds of grit. ]
[ What a mess. ]
[ Grimacing, Hei nudges Korra out. ] Love makes people so stupid. [ It's a flat observation, but somehow, it sounds to his own ears like a warning. ]
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Fortunately, Hei is nudging thin air. Korra had caught sight of one of her old biker friends and was out the door before the vamps suffered their unfortunate fate. She's busy laughing and doing the weird elaborate handshake the bikers had taught her.
I miss the Underground. Who'da thunk?]
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[ There's a pile of grit where the vampires once were. Hoping they'd at least tipped the waitress, Hei shuts the door and refocuses on Korra. It's almost cute seeing her pally with someone other than a Polar Bear Dog. He utilizes the moment to scan his Network device for any curious entries, and to check the security key to his apartment, in case Pai's in trouble. All clear; the sensors indicate she's tucked up in bed. But like most parents, Hei won't be perfectly reassured until he's home to check on her in person. ]
[ With a cursory nod to the biker, he sidles up behind Korra. ] Friend of yours?
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Could ask you the same thing.
[Korra holds up her hands pacifyingly.] Chill out! This is my boyfriend.....Li. [It takes her a moment to remember to use his moniker. The boyfriend part trips easily off her tongue, with the same schmoop level as "buddy" or "friend" or "asshole I work with." Matter of fact more than anything else; after all, they go out together, have sex fairly frequently, and discussed being exclusive, even if they decided against it. What else would they be?
To Hei, she says:] This is my buddy Reginald.
Call me Reggie. [not impressed]
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[ Hei's look is impassive as he glances from Korra to the biker. ] Reggie. Right. [ It runs parallel with Whatever. To Korra, ] We were leaving. [ A reminder, not a question. ]
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