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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. ]

[It won't be long at this rate. Once he's inside, her hand moves to her clit, rubbing it hard in time with his hips. She grips his hair with her other hand and wraps her legs around him. A wild energy thrums through her veins, threatening to rip her apart and the only thing she can think is now. This isn't a pace that's meant to be savored.

Come on come on come on! She digs her nails into his head and grunts, wordless but far from silent encouragement to keep going, push faster, bite harder.

And then finally -- finally -- she tips over, spills, tumbles screaming over that cliff.]

[ It other circumstances, it'd almost be barbaric. Too fast, too frenzied, and they may as well be masturbating for all the interaction they give each other. But right now, clothes half-off, half-on, on the cold floor like animals, it's perfect. The elevator is silent and cool and it's filthy; the hitches in breath and grunts and the sounds of slick friction. With her legs grappled around him, her hand working furiously between their bodies, Hei lets her coax him to the rhythm she wants: faster, faster, filling her with pressure and heat. ]

[ In the gloom, her eyes are bright and unseeing as she comes. He feels every spasm, every ripple, her heat a knock-out, soft skin and those needy sounds and her breathless mouth. All for him, delicious and perfect. He keeps moving, full-length strokes that mash his pelvis against hers, a growl trapped in his throat as he crashes into a kiss, all teeth and tongue. Not slowing, stretching it out for her -- and if she gets oversensitive she can always dig her heels and nails into his back to slow him down. ]

[Her limbs tremble as her climax fades, but Hei isn't slowing down and she isn't down for the count. Sucking hot and hard on his tongue, she extracts her hand, sticky with her own come, and reaches down to cup and fondle his balls. Not something she's tried before; she doesn't know what reaction she'll get.]

[ Hei makes his approval known on a hum into her mouth, low and throaty. His body vibrates at a precariously high frequency. Shuddering, he drives against Korra so that she feels every tremble and pulse, angling his thrusts to grind against that part of her that makes her hips jerk instinctively. He can feel the urgency building in the way his own body reacts to her touch, the clench of his stomach, the intensifying force that gives way to a rapid-fire rhythm -- and suddenly he curses the elevator's cramped space. ]

[ His lips move against hers, hungry and rough and bruising; he splays his palm against the hollow of her lower-back, and his breath is hot at her neck when he pulls away. ] Hold on to me, [ is all the warning she gets before he hauls her up, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist as he -- without so much as another beat -- rises to pin her against the wall. Supporting her weight in widespread hands, he rocks against her. Hard, harder -- letting her back saw up and down the surface, his breath sawing in and out in shaking gulps to match as he buries his face in her neck. ]

Wah! [She doesn't have time to hold on, but he pulls her up against the wall too quickly for it to matter. The friction of her back against the wall stings and his pace is beginning to cross the line from pleasure to pain. She buries her nose in his hair and clenches tight around him, trying to give him whatever extra stimulation he needs to reach that peak.]

[ The climax is a live wire, red and bright and buzzing as it whirrs through the back of Hei's mind, coiled tight enough to snap any minute. He lets Korra hang from his shoulders, everything in her flexing and tightening deliciously around him as he drives into her with force, tight and rapid, jouncing her against the cold wall. He can hear himself gasping, letting out short rhythmic grunts against her neck. Each thrust hits just so, reverberating through his body, bringing him to the edge, closer and closer. ]

[ Lifting his head, he catches her mouth with his. Kisses her so hard his own lips tingle on the edge of numbness, taking her deep between each gasping breath. Rocking up into her wet heat, once, twice, thrice, and then letting that wicked spasm drop-kick him, its epicenters twinning in mind and groin, make him tense and shudder as his mind unravels. ]

Fuck.

[ It's a slurred secret; all breath. His damp forehead rolls against Korra's as he takes deep snuffing breaths. His eyes meet hers in the dark, half-lidded, and he lowers her carefully until her heels touch the ground. For a minute he's wobbly as a toddler. God. ]

[Korra winces a little as he sets her down and she sinks against the wall for support. Her limbs are trembling but she doesn't feel tired -- just deliciously relaxed. The tension that's been building up, poisoning her system, has finally been released.

She brushes the hair from his sweaty forehead and leans forward to lightly brush his swollen lips with hers.]

Not bad. [wry grin] Not a hotel room, but not bad.

[ He takes the kiss on a low purl, biting lightly at her lower-lip before he draws away. His mouth is pitched at an angle too crooked to be a proper smile, but he seems younger, somehow, the tension momentarily gone from his jaw. ] I'll remember that, next time I want to meet up in a haunted building.

[ Stepping back, he makes short work of knotting up and discarding the condom, before he sets his clothes to rights. The dim elevator light, stripes of moonshine and guttering shadows, is forgiving. But he knows he and Korra will resemble zombie movie refugees in good light -- smudged in dirt, hair tangled like birds' nests, skin welted and bruised in places. Scrubbing both hands through his wild hair, he tries to smooth it down. A sneeze catches him mid-breath. A moment later, he hears a sibilant croon. ]

Bless you~

[ Every part of Hei's body goes cold. He fights a queasy lurch in his gut. Without looking at Korra, he asks, ] That wasn't you, was it? [ Except he already knows the answer. ]

A haunted building? [Dude. You could have mentioned that earlier. Korra stops in the middle of pulling on her pants and glares at his back. He may not believe in ghosts, but she does (communicating with ghosts is part of the Avatar's job description, even if she is no good at it).

She rolls her eyes and slips on her shoe, contemplating the best way to suggest they find a hotel for another round. She still has plenty of energy to work off.

Suddenly sex is the last thing on her mind.

She doesn't bother answering Hei's question; it's obvious. Instead, she addresses whatever's there.]

Who are you?

[ No, Hei doesn't believe in ghosts. But he also knows it's not in anyone's best interest to engage in conversation with a disembodied voice. Korra's Who are you? gets a blistering glare from him in the darkness, even as he reaches for the elevator's controls. There's no response from the voice. But it's only then that he becomes aware of a faint stirring -- like a chorus of whispers rising and falling through the elevator shaft. It's loudest on the floor above. ]

[ Lifting his gaze, Hei squints through the wire-mesh, where pinpricks of color resolve themselves to his vision. Countless pairs of glowing eyes. It's like spotting wild animals in the nighttime forests of the Amazon -- first one set, then another, then another. Too many to count. The whispering comes from them, too variegated to decode into speech, and Hei can see dozens of tiny bodies crawling along the length of the shaft, peering at him and Korra with glinting eyes. ]

[ The lift is a cage. Surrounded by crawlers. ]

We had an audience. [ Flat, almost toneless, despite the burn of adrenaline. He hits the mechanism to make the lift descend. The floor rumbles and the gears creak as they sink painstakingly lower. He just hopes the creatures don't drop down onto the mesh and attack them. ]

[Korra feels his glare but doesn't care. She doesn't see the point of pussy-footing around it. When she doesn't get an answer, she reaches down and grabs her shirt and bra. She doesn't put them on yet, not wanting to be tangled up if there's a fight.

Her gaze follows Hei's up.]

Yeah. I see that.

[She shifts her stance, ready to defend herself. (Not thinking about whether or not physical attacks will even work.) She doesn't take her eyes off of the glowing forms.]

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