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mortemscintilla: (Hei - Trees)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-20 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ The way she bites and claws feels like kisses of white-hot barbed wire. There's shock and then the sweet pain blossoms like sparklers in a dark sky. A second that seems like an eternity between each rake of tooth and claw -- and his ability to gasp in response. His rhythm builds. Brutal. He knows he should slow down. But instead he fucks her with deep, tight half-strokes, each one bottoming out with a straining grinding push. One arm is wound tight around Korra, keeping her close, filling her so she's pinned, sheathed on him. With his free hand, he plucks at her blouse before yanking it open. ]

This stupid thing really is -- too tight -- [ gasped with a half-smile as he roughly folds down the cups of Korra's lacy brassiere, so that her breasts are bared. ] I have to watch the buttons strain -- all the time.

[ He seizes one of her nipples. Gives it a sharp pinch. Leaning into her then, opening his teeth against her neck, her shoulder, the dips and swells of her breasts. At the same time his pace quickens, jogging her up against the cold cement, buried to the cods in her wet delicious heat. ]
alittlebent: (pic#6780746)

[personal profile] alittlebent 2013-11-20 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
You -- bought it... [She's pretty sure she's not going to be walking home at this pace. She grunts and hisses, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to focus on her breathing to manage both the pain & the pleasure.]
mortemscintilla: ∅  Ain't nothing in this world for free. (Hei - Mask Off/In Wait)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-20 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know -- what else to give you...

[ He says it hazily, raspily. Accidentally. Hoping Korra won't catch the train of thought it has erupted from -- It's easier to make demands on you when all I know is how to take and use. That it's easier -- the risky lingerie, the grated knuckles, the back alley brawls with bruised lips and muffled cries. Because it's the only thing he can give her. (Anything but what's good for her?) Not that it helps. Not that it stops the feelings that develop -- fester -- when the touching is over. When the marks have faded beneath the skin, into the bone, into the ghostly webbing that connects them. ]

[ He tries not to think about it. Just hums his slow approval, changing his rhythm, a deep hard gyration, jouncing her body hard against the cement. Each thrust fills her to the mouth of her womb. Meanwhile his lips drag a moist trail along her breasts. He rakes his teeth along the length of one nipple before gorging on it, a hot wet vacuum. His left hand anchors her lower-back; the right slips between them, rubbing and circling a thumb against her swollen clit. Her aroma fills his sensorium, strong and sweet, seeming to overlap the olfactory landscape all around them -- dust and dampness and stale air. ]
mortemscintilla: ∅  Though you know I wish I could (Hei - Gasping)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-20 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ There won't even be any memories left. Not in the City. That's the kicker. For the first time, the unfairness of it strikes Hei. All the experience, the suffering, the lessons learnt and mistakes made ... All of it erased as soon as he's back home. It makes him miss the days when he believed that what moved people was just animal cravings, to eat, to drink, to fuck and hurt to the other animals. This is the same. All pathetically temporary, and leading to nowhere. They'll finish with each other soon and move on. ]

[ Strange ... how embittering the idea is. ]

[ She yanks his hair, and he sucks in a breath. In the room's thin yellow light, her head tipped back, pearlescent sweat clinging to her skin, he's again struck by just how beautiful Korra is. Not the Helen of Troy, launcher-of-a-thousand ships kind of beauty. Not the sort that leaves a wake of broken men, husks eaten out and left to contemplate the paths they'd taken to claim that beauty in those deluded moments when they believed themselves capable. Something different. That glowing, nearly supernatural vibrancy that some girls have, a way that can be better than beauty because it just makes you want to be with them. Like they have something that can make you ... Not whole. But a better human being. ]

[ He has no idea if she's close. No idea if she's coming. But he's too far-gone to care. Gripping her hipbone tight in one hand, fingers dimpling and bruising sweat-slick flesh, he pounds into her. His thighs tremble and set his stomach fluttering. And then the climax explodes inside his skull, a combustive fireworks display -- Crack -- Pop -- Snap -- starbursts and fractured light pinwheeling before the red curtain of his tightly shut eyelids as one pure thought loops through his fritzing brain: ]

[ This is as happy as you're ever going to be. ]
mortemscintilla: ∅ But if you make a move I won't think twice. (Hei - Emo)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-20 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hei lets his forehead rest against Korra's shoulder, quietly snuffing the humid aroma of her, letting her combing fingers make tufts of his hair. Just sagging there, a lewd tableau of two bodies connected at a fulcrum point of wet, twitching heat. And when the tension melts, he's too breathless for gentle kisses. Instead he noses her neck, nuzzling the warmth behind her ear, before he straightens and steps back. A moment to tie up and discard the condom, and then he sets his clothes to rights. Already he's feeling the chill on his exposed flesh, the sweat of their exertion drying. Around them, the fans whirr in an industrial din. It's almost unbearable -- but somehow it's better than examining the dizziness, the unfamiliar skitterings of something in his chest. ]

[ Without meeting Korra's eyes, he scrubs a hand through his hair. Kneels to scoop up her jeans, the lacy bit of underwear, before depositing them in her lap. ]

[ Quietly, ]


We should get going.
mortemscintilla: ∅ Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked (Hei - Bluest Of Blues)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-20 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
You're welcome.

[ Not the appropriate response. But talking around Korra's remarks is sometimes a very circuitous process and other times as simple as taking shortcuts through innuendo and literalism. In the dimness, he watches her drag her clothes on. Her movements are heavy with a soreness that might as well be sister to satisfaction. She looks voluptuous, stirred up. Beautiful. Gathering her boots, Hei strides over. Kneels to fit each one over Korra's toes, then pulling it neatly over her foot. He doesn't look like he's being friendly or helpful. Not with his mouth in an absent twist of concentration, his gaze faraway. But his knuckles skim the jutting bones of her ankles; fingers sneaking up under the hems of her jeans and pressing warmth into her skin -- a deliberate caress. ]

Done.

[ Getting to his feet, he slips his hand in Korra's. Tugs her outside, away from the hellish din of the generator room -- and into the expanding not-silence of the chilly night. ]
mortemscintilla: ∅ There ain't nothing in this world for free (Hei - Contemplative)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-20 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ The fairytale connotations were the furthest things from his mind. As it is, he can feel something flitting in the darkness of his thoughts. Something he refuses to grasp his fingers around. One glance at Korra's face confirms that she's in a similar state. Drained yet overstymied, longing to withdraw into the solitude of somewhere dim, quiet, chaos-free. Leaves skate across the street, pushed by a swirling wind. He stares into the sky, each star a bright pinprick. One more thing he'll never have at home, he realizes. Not these stars, not Pai, not walks hand-in-hand with the girl at his side. A wave of dark red bitterness washes over him -- and he forces it back. ]

[ When Korra asks Is it okay if I stay at your place tonight? he hesitates. Part of him is desperate to be alone, to shower, eat, curl up on the couch and play with Pai's hair, mind lulled to a baseline hum of tranquility. But the other part ... it wants Korra with an intensity that defies language, clichéd as this is, true as it is. The realization almost fossilizes his tongue. When the hell did that happen? He'll analyze it. But later. ]

[ To Korra, ]
Sure. [ He squeezes her hand. ] We can pick up something to eat on the way.
mortemscintilla: ∅ Why do you do this to yourself? (Hei - BlackWifeBeater)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-21 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hei doesn't acknowledge the Thanks. Or the shoulder bump. His face remains entirely without expression, but there is a tension in him as if he might smile. The possibility feeds a singing pitch to the air, making it vibrate. Or perhaps that's just his mind's fingers, closing tentatively around that one whirling thought: ]

[ He wants more moments like this. Hours, minutes, split-seconds, where the City blurs on the fringes of his vision, and nothing else matters. ]

[ He doesn't tell Korra that. Near the marketplace, the food stalls are crowded with carnivores. Selecting the most popular, he lets Korra's hand drop to squirm his way through, in a fashion that anyone on Topside would find incredibly rude. But if he waits politely in line, they'll never get served; someone is always hungrier, pushier, more determined. (Funny, how that principle applies to so many aspects of his life.) He returns with a brace of satay sticks, a white styrofoam container and two plastic bottles of fresh-squeezed mango juice. Tugs Korra's sleeve -- and guides her down the street toward the safehouse. ]
mortemscintilla: ∅ Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked (Hei - Bluest Of Blues)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-21 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hei lets her pluck a morsel out, with a dry indifference reminiscent of outings with Pai. When they trudge up into the safe-house, the rooms feel unnaturally quiet, the darkness providing the air with its own private fog, only dimly alleviated in the shafts of red neon light drifting from the skylight, drawing psychedelic rectangles on the walls and floor. Shrugging his coat off, he shuffles towards the low table, unpacking the ubiquitous white cartons and setting the bowls and flatware out. As he washes his hands in the kitchen sink, the clock behind his head sounds like it's ticking too fast. Chopping up time and interrupting his thoughts, making his blood hum restlessly in his skin. ]

[ It's not anxiety or anticipation. It's something else. Something he's felt before -- years ago, with Amber. But different too. ]

[ Glancing at Korra, he remarks, ]


Shower first if you want. [ Or hold it off until later. He has a suspicion that he's only going to get her dirty again, as soon as he's shoveled enough food down his belly. ]
mortemscintilla: ♥ I promise this, promise this (Li - NomNom)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-21 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ To his credit, Hei doesn't snort or fire off some sly innuendo. But there's a quirk to his lips as he settles crosslegged at the table. His elbow lightly brushes hers, body angled towards her. It's an unspoken Like you need to ask. The thrumming urge to reach for Korra is still hot beneath his skin, not even slightly diminished from the earlier encounter. But his energy seems contained, unruffled, as he focuses on stripping the meat off the skewers, bite by bite, before finishing the stir-fried pork. The black oily-looking plum sauce is delicious, and he finds himself competing with Korra, wielding chopsticks with quiet alacrity, to spear the last bits of food. ]

[ Eat fast, kiddo. Or you won't get anything. ]
mortemscintilla: ∅  And puts a gun up to my head (Default)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-21 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ It feels so fucking domestic, this whole thing: sitting crosslegged in the middle of the room, the table crowded with open white cartons, his eyes trying to catch the exact color of the surprising red light, the way it glints off Korra's hair. Something weirdly intimate -- a pantomime Hei's only ever done when wearing aliases and false faces. But it comes easier than expected. An experience he'll be glad to recall later on -- if there is a later on. ]

[ When they're both full, he sets his empties aside with a matter-of-fact movement. When he leans in to kiss her, under the halo of the burnt-red light, the chili oil on his lips seems to burn hotter. He's never been someone who could be satisfied with anything so reliable as this. But like so many other things ... it comes far too easily with Korra here. ]
mortemscintilla: ∅ Who looks so all alone (Hei - At A Glance)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-21 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hei's eyes flutter shut as she threads her little fingers in his hair. His hand skims up the expanse of Korra's thigh, resting about halfway up; it's a neat movement as he distributes his weight, leaning into her, kissing with teeth and tongue and the burn of spice at the roof of his mouth. His free arm jostles the table, and an empty bottle rolls off the surface and hits the floor with a quiet clink of glass. Not that he cares. For what they share, it's a short kiss. When he parts, it's with a tug of Korra's lower-lip between his teeth. ]

[ Then he's rolling to his feet, a hand already outstretched, an open invitation for her to fit against him, to head to the shower as she'd suggested earlier. ]
alittlebent: (pic#6781608)

[personal profile] alittlebent 2013-11-21 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't need the hand to get to her feet, but she uses it to pull herself up anyway, because it feels nice. Feels nicer still when she presses against him and leans in for another kiss.

You'll have to take the lead on that shower thing, Hei. She's a little too wrapped up in your lips to remember a conversation that happened that long ago.]
mortemscintilla: ∅ You just know you want out (Hei - Seducing You)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-21 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ She melts against him for another kiss, and Hei's mind starts sticking and shuddering like a stuck record, his heart thumping against his ribcage. Strange, the effect she has on him, over and over -- a song of call-and-response that never ends, a dance with no let-up. His fingers are quick and precise at the buttons of Korra's shirt, and then with one hand he unsnaps the catch of her jeans. The other palm, he pushes between her legs, a friction of denim against the lace of her underwear, moving the fabric against her, stroking her through it. Rough but almost playful, as his free hand traces along the dip of her spine, hooking two fingers into her waistband. ]

[ Without breaking the kiss -- or letting up the rubbing pressure of his palm between her thighs -- he tugs her, and then they're moving towards the bathroom door in a way that's like a halting backward foxtrot. The blue tiles give off a dull disinfectant sheen, matching the scent in the air. Peeling paint, curling off each of the walls, has left tiny mounds of detritus at intervals along the floor. The ceiling is veined with threads of dark seepage, but everything's clean enough. The square cube area, glassed in, with the lonely spigot set high up on the wall designates it as the shower stall. ]

[ Here, Hei breaks the kiss with a thready inale. Presses Korra against the sink, and slides down. His fingers, tucked into her waistband, peel off her jeans in the same movement. ]
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[personal profile] alittlebent 2013-11-22 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[She huffs in amusement as they fumble their way to the bathroom. Not quite stumbling, but they're usually more graceful than this. She lands hard against the sink (there's another bruise) and grips the edge hard as he peels off her jeans. She shrugs off her shirt impatiently as it slides down her shoulders.]

Don't forget your clothes. [She tugs on his shirt.]
mortemscintilla: ∅ Who looks so all alone (Hei - At A Glance)

[personal profile] mortemscintilla 2013-11-22 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Not planning to.

[ It's an absent murmur. He's distracted, predictably, as Korra peels her shirt off. Under the lace of her bra, he can dimly make out the dark circles around her nipples. Heat seems to roll off her like a radiator into the chilly night. Reaching up, he undoes the bra and peels the fabric away from her breasts. Kisses the damp undersides as they sag down against her ribs. His hands skim lower. Tugging off her boots, he lets them drop heavily on the tiles before skinning down the tangled rope of her panties. The bathroom is so cramped that he stays kneeling, lips grazing at Korra's bushy pubic hair. He leans in, trailing kisses across every inch of her that he sees -- smooth thighs and belly, juts of hipbone and creases of groin, her hairline ticklish against his nose and cheeks. He can smell her, strong and dark, good. A raspy noise tumbles from his throat, and his chest tightens as if they're underwater. ]

[ But this time there's no need to rush. He presses a moist kiss below her navel, just above the crest of hair. Straightens and toes off his own shoes, kicking them to one side. He proceeds to unbutton his jeans, pull them off and step out of them. Shaking off his shirt, he folds all his and Korra's clothes neatly before hanging them over the rusty towel rail. ]

[ The shower space is narrow. But the water's hot, lots of pressure. Tugging Korra's wrist, he draws her into the spray. The burning needles seem to match the temperature of the simmer below his skin. ]

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