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[ Good question. There's a myriad of answers he could offer, but none of them rings of reason, much less truth. Hei does very little by accident -- how can he, when every part of his mind is honed for precision and calculation. It's his job to be prepared, enough that it's sunk in as second-nature. This deviation -- breaking a pattern that's kept him alive -- should disturb him. Why isn't it? ]

To try something new.

[ There's an archness in his manner, a nonchalance, that used to make enemies' hackles rise back home. But he already knows he's not going to hurt her. This is more of a test -- one she can best pass with indulging his whim. (The back-and-forth between them is all about whims and indulgences in the end.) ]

[ His eyes drop half-shut, and he leans in to kiss her -- almost sweetly. No angles or agendas. He runs his fingers along the nape of her neck, stroking the soft skin behind her ears, feeling out the beads of her spine. ] Come on. I doubt it's too scary.

[She sighs a little into his mouth, half-pleased, half-resigned. She should be resisting more, asserting herself. But she's always been a strange combination of stubborn and people-pleaser; refusing to do what she doesn't want to do but also bending over backwards to please the people around her. And after everything with Chekov, she's been skewing more "people-pleaser" and less "stubborn insistence."

She leans back slightly into his hand and just Looks at him.]

What's to be scared of? It's a ruined old building.

[Her tone is annoyed, but it also indicates her willingness to go in.]

[ A ruined old building I couldn't set foot in until you showed up. He keeps that to himself. The hulking structure seems to glower down at him, at once grand and obscure. Part of him is a little surprised by Korra's grudging compliance. But he intuits that has less to do with Korra and more to do with the recent traumas she's undergone. The lenience is temporary, but he can't decide if it's an improvement or a deterioration. ]

[ His hand slips to the small of her back; he guides her through the arched entrance. The interior has an empty echo to it, like the inside of a massive seashell. Thin streaks of light shine through the broken panes of the windows, silver motes dancing in their beams. The glow illuminates the rich colors of mosaics and tiled floors here and there. The furniture is dark lumps, and there are portraits on the walls too obscure by twilight to make out. ]

[ This could make a useful safehouse. The thought drifts through Hei's mind as he drifts with Korra thought what feels like a mile of drafty hallways and corridors, all crenellations for ceilings and cool marble for floors. He stops by an ancient cage lift with manual controls, a steep stone staircase winding around it, up and up into blackness. He can't tell how many storeys the place has -- but he wants to find out. ]

[ He opens the creaking doorway of the lift. Spends a moment checking if it's sturdy and functional, before glancing over to Korra. ] Let's go up.

[......okay, she'll admit to herself that this place is kind of creepy. She tenses slightly as they walk through, and she stops leaning into his touch, instinctively aligning her body so she's ready to defend herself if necessary. Not from him...not from anything she can even pinpoint.

She eyes the contraption warily. She doesn't have a problem with elevators, but that? Is not an elevator.

She looks at Hei -- are you serious about this? -- and then steps inside with an irritated huff. (The sulkiness will pass. She's just a little tired and stiff and this isn't what she's spent the past three hours trying very hard not to think about.)]

[ Hei is distinctly aware the he's skewed her expectations for the evening. She's tired. She's unsatisfied. She's wary. She's frustrated. He doesn't have to be proficient at decoding body-language to catch the cues she telegraphs. This is hardly a building to meet up for a 'romantic assignation.' But somehow, despite the creepy quotient, he likes this place. It has personality; there's something weirdly encompassing about it, as if you can whisper all your secrets to its cracks and facets, and they'd be kept for safekeeping forever. ]

[ (It's strange, how the place also excites him in another way -- a way that is purely visceral. (He can't pinpoint why, beyond the fact that his first time was in a building of similar grandeur and eeriness, but he suspects Freud would have a field day with those subconscious undercurrents.) ]

[ His expression is quiet, reassuring; he runs a thumbnail over the notches of Korra's spine under her shirt. Locking them inside it with a clang, Hei yanks the lever to make the lift begin its painstaking climb. The mechanism whines, the cables heave, but he can tell they're perfectly stable. About halfway there, he feels that tingle again -- in his bones and across his skin. Stop. ]

[ Without questioning it, he halts the the lift between floors, silently unnerved by why he feels neither particularly startled, nor afraid of the premonition he's just obeyed. He just knows -- knows -- it's unwise to go further. ]

[Korra's not sure if she's unnerved or relieved when he stops the lift. She gets that same feeling, that they shouldn't go further, but she doesn't like being stuck in this limbo.

Doesn't like this strange, incomprehensible behavior from Hei.]

Seriously. What's going on?

[You never make sense, Hei, but this is weird even for you.]

[ What's going on? Good question. He's not sure he can summon the right answer. He shifts to face her, leaving his hands relaxed at his sides, and tilts his head, keeping his eyes fixed calmly on hers. He wonders if she can understand that his open stance signals reassurance. Except his eyes, which, even in the gloaming, hold an air of aggression. ]

[ Something about this entire place is making his skin prickle; it's not excitement or even arousal, but it's close. Deja vu, maybe. At least it's not a set-up for an assassination; his bodily reactions are genuine -- if not confusing. Not honest, not yet, but a step towards it. ]

[ When he moves, it's fast; not combat-speed, but telegraphing it enough so that it's not a full shock. All at once he's up close to her, wedging her against the rear wall, hands on her arms as he darts in for a kiss, transitioning from almost-apologetic to hungry to filthy. When he breaks away it's with a tug of her lower-lip between his teeth; he breathes into her mouth, ] Maybe a hotel room was a better idea. [ Not that it's stopping him, much less slowing him down. ]

[She almost fights back when he pushes her against the wall, instinct and suppressed aggression at war with common sense. She channels that energy into their kiss, pushing herself against him, her arms around his neck, pulling hard on his hair, nails digging deep into his neck. She hooks one ankle around his so she can tug his thigh between hers.

He pulls away and she glares murder.]

Make up your mind. [Here, a hotel -- at this point, it doesn't really matter to her. She just wants to get going.]

[ He welcomes the aggression, his breath catching somewhere in the back of his throat, a sharp noise like a growl. He rocks against her, his thigh wedged between hers while his hands slide along her sides and behind her, plastering her against the length of his body and feeling her breasts warm and soft against his chest. ]

[ Make up your mind, she tells him, and he obliges. It's all strain and heat and want, sensation after sensation so Hei just falls into it, goes after what his body tells him to take. ]

[ Lips on hers, he uses a hungry pressure to coax her mouth open. His hands slide up the backs of his thighs, cupping her rear, smoothing the muscles of her back, before clutching her hair in tight fistfuls. Her body pulses with warmth, despite the chilly air. The temperature surges through him like an amplifier, heat pooling fast beneath his skin. He slides his palms down her again, the front this time: collarbones and breasts and warm curve of belly, before slipping them up under her shirt, fingertips brushing and closing around each breast while he grinds against her, kissing her hard, upping the force, tectonics sliding into a rougher landscape. ]

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[Her thighs lock around his, trying to pull him more tightly against her. She claws his neck and shoulders, less because she knows he likes it and more because it feels so good to just let it out. Out there, in the real world, with normal people, she feels like a mooselion in a china shop.

Her breath catches in her throat as he reaches under her shirt and she bites his lip hard. Breaks away to bite his neck and shoulder, her teeth sinking deeper with every grind of his leg.[

[ Each graze of nails and sting of teeth is unexpectedly bright, the razor sharpness of the sensation cutting through everything else and making Hei exhale on a stifled groan. It feels like he's pinning down a wildcat, all fury and perfect need. He wonders if she'll draw blood if kept to it. (He half-hopes she does.) He kneads at each breast hard in his hands, thumbs rubbing across the nipples before he lets go, reaching around her back to unclasp her bra. ]

[ Slipping his palms lower, he grips her hips to steady her. Flows to his knees in a movement like a length of shadow slipping to the floor. Bunching up her top under her arms along with her loosened bra, he cups her exposed breasts in rough hands, rubbing his stubbled cheek against the soft skin. Lifts them to lick her left nipple, then the right, before opening his mouth to draw in as much of one breast as he can, sucking hard. The urge to touch everything, taste all of her all at once, is becoming a frustration, fierce and harsh as a sudden itch. ]

Hnnn. [Wordless protest as he kneels down and leaves an empty ache between her legs. She yanks at his hair, torn between pulling him closer and yanking him away. The combination of stubble and suction and teeth sending lightning shooting through her body, but it's the ache in her clit that has her legs trembling.

Who says you have to choose? She's always done her best thinking on her feet, in the heat of the moment when there's no time for doubt or second-guessing. She lets go of his hair to strip off her shirt and bra, throwing them carelessly aside before shoving Hei back, intending to send him to the ground. (And if his head hits the floor, well, she'll be sorry later.) Why choose between breasts and clit when, on his back, he can touch both at once?]

[ The sounds she makes are the kind that'd set a younger guy to frenzy -- but they're more sparkage than a blinding shockwave in Hei's case -- burning hot and sharp through him, leaving embers and smoke in their wake, the imprint settling deep into his bones. He grunts as she shoves him back, stripping her top off to send it sailing somewhere in the dark. He doesn't hit his head; lightning reflex guarantees his elbows come behind him to balance the fall. He doesn't put up a fuss, his hand spanning across her body to yank her down with him instead. ]

[ Normally Hei hates being on his back -- forget the inherent vulnerability, it's an unwise position strategically if it grants you less leverage in a struggle. But in this case his unconscious mind knows that she's not out to attack him. He pauses for a moment to be extra steady as he cinches in her jeans so he can unfasten the button. The zipper slips down as he peels back the flaps before slipping his right hand inside, cupping her through her panties and pressing none-too-gently with the pads of his fingers. The left arm winds around her, drawing her in an arch over him, close enough to dip one breast into his mouth, teeth and tongue worrying the nipple. ]

[ The material of his jacket is at once cool to the touch and warmed from his body, and he likes the contrast of it as it pools beneath them on the dusty floor, Korra's weight hot and impatient on top. ]

[The sound she makes when he tugs her down - just a moment before she planned on straddling him - is probably less sexy than it is just surprised (a squawk, really). She lands on top of him, her breasts crushed against his chest in a way that's usually uncomfortable but in her keyed up it just sends a bolt of pleasure through her.

She adjusts herself, settling on her elbows by his head so he has easy access to her swinging breasts. She starts to reach back to lift up his leg so she can grind against it, but he beats her to it, and she decides his fingers are much better anyway. Her breathing shallow, erratic, punctuated with little keening sighs, she pushes back against his fingers. It's so good but it's not nearly enough.]

[ Hei smiles in the dark at her startled squawk -- it's become almost a wicked fixation, to see what catches her off-guard. She settles her weight on her elbows, and he rocks under her. The warm weight and slight friction feels good; his erection is a dizzying pressure between them, straining against the fabric of his jeans. Lifting his head, he sucks one entire breast into his wide-open mouth, biting the nipple. Scrapes the soft underside with his stubbled cheek as he alternates -- from one to the other, seeing just how much attention she can take. ]

[ Meanwhile his hand shifts, fingers slipping beneath the material of her panties to slide slick between her thighs. He doesn't ease in delicately, but pushes in two fingers, all at once, hard and deep, then wholly out, with a wet squelch. His slick thumb rides tight against her clit, a pressure that would be just short of uncomfortable in other circumstances, but which is somehow apropos to the mood here. ]

[ He doesn't plan to hold back. He isn't going to be gentle. ]

[Gentle is the exact opposite of what Korra wants right now. She wants struggle, effort, pain, an outlet for her frustrated energy. Fighting or fucking, either would do, but better still if it's both. She moans loudly at his fingers inside her, pumping hard & rough, and she pushes back against them, rocking with equal force, squeezing as though to crush them.]

[ Her moan echoes in Hei's bones; a third finger joins the other two and he grinds the heel of his hand against her pubic bone. Moves in and out in a wet stirring rhythm, as if he wants nothing more but for her to open fully to him, to let him find new territory inside her. His free arm remains wound around her waist, needful anchoring, fingers digging into the jut of hipbone to keep her steady. His attention is split on two levels, but unwavering as he teases her breasts, attacks the nipples, all teeth and tongue, gnawing, tugging, sucking. His arms wear her scratches, his neck her bite marks -- and he plans to leave marks of his own. ]

[ Eventually, without breaking any point where their bodies intersect, he rolls them. No warning, just a rustle and a jolt as he pins her onto her back, his mouth breaking from her breasts as he covers her. The fabric of his coat is heavy; it tangles around them, keeping them close as he presses her mouth open in a kiss, his tongue gliding insistently against hers. It's almost a repeat of his manner when they'd been in that frigid shed, like he hadn't been touched in weeks, like he had to snatch this moment before it was plucked away. ]

Unf! [Her shoulder slams against the ground, sending a sharp spike of pain down her arm, and her hairpiece digs into her skull as he rolls them over. The lift isn't quite wide enough for them to lie down comfortably; they have to bend and contort a little to fit.

She doesn't notice. There's no room for thought, no room for anything except an intense awareness of where their bodies touch. She returns his kiss -- nothing shy or uncertain, much different from her own manner in the shed. His erection pulses against her, hot even though the thick fabric of his jeans. She reaches down to undo the clasp and take it in hand, gripping it tightly.]

[ Hei hears her grunt of discomfort only vaguely, his mind funneling out all unnecessary stimulus -- the location, the grit, the cramped space -- in favor of the dangerous spike of greed flaring through him. Taut muscles in his belly and thighs tremble as she undoes his jeans to take him in hand; he makes made a sharp inhalation against their kiss. His erection juts against her hip; wet-tipped and aching. Half pinning her, he struggles with the rest of his fastenings, breathing hard against her mouth; there's a click of his heavy belt buckle as the icy metal strikes her belly. ]

[ He bites one last kiss before his attention shifts down. Moving lower, he tugs her jeans and panties down to her ankles with both hands. Bites the underside of one breast, the rise and fall of her ribs, licking lower, belly and thighs. His breath is hot and humid against the v of her legs. He slides both hands under her rear, gripping her, lifting her to his mouth. Licks a long wet strip, back to front, pressing hard on her clit at the upstroke, circling tight. ]

[As soon as it's in her grasp, he pulls it away to work down her body. She fight against him fruitlessly. There's no keeping him from lifting up her hips and taking her in his mouth. She clenches her fist and slams it on the ground in frustration and a pleasure so intense it hurts. Her free hand tangles in his hair, pulling on it vengefully as she digs her heels into his back. If she can't touch him, she can at least make it hurt. (Just the way he likes it.)]

[ Her heels dig into his back, fingers fisting his hair. In retaliation Hei grips so tight to her hips that she can probably feel the bruises forming beneath the press of his fingers. Holding her flush against his face, he flattens his tongue against her clit and rubs in small circles. Kittenish licks, at first playful then hungry. Seeing if she can handle hard pressure here or heat there, before adding a throaty hum and a hint of teeth. Slipping lower, he teases her fist with the flat of his tongue, then the hard tip. Licking shallow, then deep, before driving into her as far as he can go. ]

[ He's made enough of a study of her to correspond her breathing, her churning hips and jerky movements, to how far she climbs. He's not planning to stop until she's poised at the very tip, skittering and teetering, ready to fall off. Wants her balanced dangerously on the edge, wet and hot and quaking around him, as he sinks into her. ]

[One advantage to fucking in a creepy abandoned building? Not having to worry about the neighbors. She doesn't bother trying to hold back her cries. She screams and it's almost as much of a visceral relief as her fist pounding the ground and his tongue inside her. She climbs high and fast to the peak -- all it will take is another breath to send her tumbling down.]

[ Hei keeps a tight grip around her as she shrieks and convulses under his mouth; the electricity of her need transmits itself to his skin in sharp little shocks, echoing all through the elevator. Just as he feels her edging to the finish, his tongue sweeps up, circles her clit, then pulls away at the very last moment. He sets her down, not on the floor but with her jean-tangled legs braced on his lap. His erection thrums against his belly, taut and heavy as if it isn't a part of him at all. ]

[ Digging a hand into his coat pocket, he searches blindly in his wallet, for the foil of the condom -- Dammit, let there be one in there. His fingers feel slippery as he grips it, but he manages to tear the package open and skin it down over himself, making sure he's dressed for the party. ]

[ No fuss or ceremony; he tugs off one of her shoes, yanking the leg of her jeans down and off to force her thighs apart. Fits himself between them, the tip of erection grazing against her belly, teasing in and out of the tuft of her mons as he kisses her -- hard and rough, before breathing, ] Open wide.

[Oh fuck him! She was so close. She bucks and squirms against him but the peak is just out of her reach. Panting, frustrated, she waits for him to get the condom on (tempted to tell him forget it, since condoms aren't a part of her culture and her understanding of their importance is more intellectual than ingrained, but he's got it on by the time she thinks to get the words out) and pull off her pants.

Finally. She bites his lip and reaches down. Open wide? She's already grabbing hold of him and taking him inside.]

[ Hei's booted toes dig into the dusty floor. He pushes deeper into her even as she lets him sink all the way in, and it forces all his breath out. Fuck. It's like being swallowed by a sea-hydra, mouth and limbs and deep inside her -- a hot slippery pressure that rips all logic apart. His slow exhale borders on a groan as he winds an arm around her waist, pulling her roughly against the arch of his body, forcing hers into the same bend. ]

[ He feels in his spine the weight of restraint, even as he begins a deep rolling fuck, grinding against her, pressing kiss after kiss to Korra's throat until he finds the heavy thub of her pulse. There he bites, hard sucking the skin between his teeth before he drops all reservations, stepping from a rhythm that's steady to straight-up brutal, like the beating of his heart. Building, building, building. Merciless. ]

[ He wants to incite her past the last scraps of self-control. Wants to watch her beat for beat until she's flying apart against him. It's still early, and he has all the time he needs. ]

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