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[ Great. Now she's sulking like a schoolgirl. Drawing away on a slow exhale, Hei lifts a hand and rubs his eyes. ] Korra. [ The pitch lies parallel with Quit being that way. He can chart the fissures of insecurity spreading across her face, as accurately as under a microscope. Having to appease her both irritates and wearies him. He'd told her right up-front that monogamy wasn't his purview. But while their month of separation wasn't the debauched bacchanalia she's imagining -- (sex has never been, and never will be, his top priority) -- he didn't spend those weeks with just Mrs. Palm and her Five Daughters for company, either. ]

[ Still (in his opinion) it's not an issue. Is Korra truly so clueless she doesn't realize he's with her because he cares about her? It isn't only a sex thing. Sex is part of it -- fine, a huge part. But it's her. He'd love to take a scalpel and dissect his emotions, try to understand what about her draws him in beyond the reminders of Pai, but there's no one thing he's fixated on. It's just the things that add up to her being her. ]

[ Smoothing his hand through his hair, Hei tries to summon a proper response. ] Listen. [ Tired-eyed but determined. It's not reserved exclusively for Korra, that kind of look, but the level of honesty in it is. ] I won't say you're the best I'll ever have. But that's because the concept of 'best' evolves, depending on what's happening in my life. [ Gentler, ] I enjoy being with you. I enjoy you, and what we do. I don't want you feeling like you have to do something uncomfortable, or change who you are, just to make me happy.

[She looks down to hide a little blush. She does feel better hearing that, although of course he's completely missing the real issue.

How's he supposed to know if you don't tell him? Hard to remember sometimes that, his uncanny insight notwithstanding, he's not a mindreader.]

It's not about making you happy. [Wait, shit, that came out wrong.] I mean, yeah, I want you to be happy, but I also just want to get better, for me. [She huffs with irritation, feeling clear as mud and not entirely certain how to fix that.]

I don't have tvs where I'm from. [She gestures at the set.] I've never seen people have sex, and I don't have anyone I could talk to about it. [The White Lotus being convinced that sex would distract her from her Avatar studies.] Pretty much the only things I know about it are what I've done with you. I don't know what'd make me uncomfortable, or what I wouldn't like, or what I'd like other than that. And I want to.

[ Early on, Hei's learnt one lesson: Talking about sex is just as easy as having it. What they're discussing isn't -- exactly the same thing, which is perhaps why he runs a tongue over his teeth, a flicker of something shading his eyes. Disquiet, maybe. He's already pieced together the whole story of Korra's upbringing, and the damper it might've put on her sexuality. It's not a hard blank to fill, really, but it's one Hei treads carefully around because ... ]

[ Fuck. She's so young. And while Hei's resume reads like a bloodier remake of Cruel Intentions, in his off-hours, he's never cared for the persona of 'The Corruptor.' If anything, his habit of distancing himself around Korra, the way he constantly holds back -- It's obvious he's wary of innocence. Obvious he doesn't want it. A hundred nice boys in the City. And she wound up with me. It's too disconcerting to be ironic. ]

[ Picking at his words with a strange care, he says, ] I don't know everything about sex, either. I doubt anybody does. People like it a certain way, so they do it a certain way. But it's different for everybody. [ Reaching out, he skims his knuckles along her blushing face. ] You don't have to get 'better.' You already have a knack for the basics. The rest is tricks and polish. You'll pick those up as you go. [ With other men, or women. Your first lover is seldom your be-all and end-all. ]

[Stupid freaking pathologically secretive -- that's what she's trying to do! Is she supposed to learn everything by trial and error?]

Not with your help I won't.

[Talk about a turnoff.]

[ Hei feels an ugly coil of impatience in his stomach. Ordinarily, he'd tell her to shut up, and that'd be the end of it. Instead he tries to will some of the tension away. Tries to remind himself that if she really wants to try something new, it doesn't ultimately have to spell terror and tears. Maybe it can be an exercise for the both of them -- of variety, of trust. ]

[ Maybe. But he doubts it. Hei knows how bodies work. But more importantly: he's learnt to intuit what people need, rather than what they want. Korra doesn't need the sorts of things he does -- control, acquisition, a framework of rules for the singular purpose of restraint and release. She likes pushing. She likes roughness. But that's not the same thing. ]

[ There's a pause, before his eyes lift to hers. Allowing her to see -- if she has the intelligence to look -- the tar-pit of nothingness in his. ] What're you fishing for? [ Not warm or cool. He doesn't want to shock her into seriousness. It's just a reminder that some kinks may never align. ] You want to be tied up? Choked and hit? Called filthy names? Maybe you'd like me to lay marks on you. I'd do it where it wouldn't show. Blades. Sparks. Fire. Singletails. Like drawing on your skin.

[ He waits until the implications of the words settle in. Then, quieter, ] Trust is a luxury. But you'd need a lot of faith in me, for all that. I don't think it's time yet. But feel free to correct me. [ He doubts she will. ]

[Korra's skin pebbles as she's hit with a cold wave of fear, and her hand reaches out instinctively to grab her shirt. She'd feel safer covered up, but the few moments it would take to slip it on would leave her too vulnerable. She's already painfully aware how little hope she'd have of fighting back in her current condition.

He's not going to hurt you. Easy to think, harder to believe. It's not the list of kinks that bothers her (although she is definitively not interested in any of them), but the nothingness in his eyes. It calls up too many ugly memories. The shed. The dance. The Bad Night.

She doesn't say anything. She doesn't know what to say, or how to react. You overplayed your hand, Hei.]

[ It's not about overplaying his hand. Or about shutting her out of a world where she supposedly doesn't belong -- through sensationalism or intimidation. But there is a tangible gulf between him and Korra. It's not one that needs to be bridged, no matter what anyone says. When she prods him like this, when she looks at him with such guileless curiosity -- ignorance -- in her eyes, she reminds him of a child nettling a snake. I, her whole manner seems to scream, dare you. ]

[ She doesn't know better. ]

[ The silence in the room is a sudden pressure -- dark and smothering. But Hei senses it's not from his words but that aura about him. It's not a Jekyll-to-Hyde switch. More that he's let a shard of the Iceman slither in beside him and share his skin. (But it's cruel, isn't it, that he should unsettle her like this?) By degrees, he lets his expression soften. Lets that faux-warmth creep back into his eyes. Another mask, another illusion. But everyone clings to some scrap of them. ]

[ He can't banish her fear. But he can, at least, offer her a palliative. ] I won't do anything you wouldn't agree to, Korra. [ Not referring to the games he's laid out. ]

[Korra relaxes just enough to cover her chest with her shirt. She misses that giddy happiness she felt earlier, the warm tingle of desire. Now she just feels cold.]

Yeah. [They're just words, and she knows how well he lies.]

[ Just words, yes. And what've they ever meant in BK201's mouth? Nothing more than spit to lubricate compliance. Her fear isn't gone, he knows. It hovers in the atmosphere, in her bloodstream, ready to coalesce again if something triggers it. But when she clutches her shirt to her chest -- a chill, or self-protectiveness, he won't try and guess which -- Hei can't repress that earlier pang. Like tenderness, but somehow darker, more misshapen. ]

[ Leaning in, he folds her -- very carefully, giving her an exit up till the last moment -- into his arms. In the twilit room his expression isn't easy to discern. But there's something almost rueful in the way he kisses her, his lips cool and dry against her own. Very low and tired, he murmurs, ]

Don't ask questions you won't like the answers to, Korra. You don't know what it's like being me. You might think you do, but you don't. There's a lot about me that's just no good, really. I try to keep that away from you, but -- [ Breaking on a huff -- half wry, half self-disgusted, he rests his chin on her hair. ] It doesn't matter at this point. [ In a different tone, ] You want to put your shirt back on?

[She doesn't respond to the press of his lips against hers, but she lets him wrap his arms around her. Their warmth is more comforting than his words. She buries her head in the crook of his neck.]

You are deeply messed up. [murmured against his skin, quiet and tired. She doesn't move to put her shirt back on, though she's not exactly feeling sexy. Her shoulder hurts and she wants to be held.]

[ There's a blunt accuracy in her words that Hei doesn't bother to refute. But inside he can't help wonder what's wrong with her. How can she acknowledge this yet stand to be around him? She's free from the crippling weight of past baggage; he's trapped under it. She's open-hearted; he's full of secrets. Every breath is about schemes and plots, nothing interests him beyond self-benefit, every word he speaks has to be looked over twice before it leaves his mouth. There's nothing true about him. ]

[ Even this embrace is false. He chooses to offer it largely to make himself feel better. ]

[ That's enough, an inner voice warns. You are what you are. What you can't feel ... It's lost, it's gone, and that's all there is to it. Quietly, he focuses on the in-out of Korra's breathing. Rubs coaxing circles across her back, her hair tickling under his chin. He broke up the mood -- maybe they both did? -- and that's a pity. But Korra's emotional signature -- transmitted in near-ultrasonic bursts into the air -- reads as fragile, like a child who's suffered a bad fall. ]

[ He refuses to push her further. ]

[Slowly, she wraps her arms around his waist, pulling herself closer. The circles he's rubbing on her back feel nice and, bit by bit, she releases her tension into the air.

You're an idiot, she tells herself, but it doesn't get her to let go. She doesn't have the energy to walk home yet anyway, and she really has missed being touched. (She doesn't get a lot of hugs with Jinora now gone.)]

[ Bit by bit Hei feels Korra's tension dissipate. Her arms, threaded around his waist, are warm but curiously weightless. He can feel the thud of her heartbeat, steady, no longer stuttered. Still, he doesn't draw away; his hands don't stop coasting. One continues its slow circles along her back, while the other lifts to thread into her hair. It's only a moment before he's tugged the hair-pieces off, one after the next, and set them aside. Gathering her hair into a thick coil in one fist -- not rough, but strangely trancelike -- he draws it up and out of the way. Dips his head to brush his lips to hers -- a flutter of air -- before sprinkling patient kisses across her neck and shoulders. It's a singleminded attention, as if his intent isn't to seduce but to soothe. He does want her -- selfishly, greedily -- and he'd like nothing more than to goad her further. ]

[ But, feeling the way she clings, he senses that sort of blind-dash isn't what she needs. It'll have to wait. ]

Korra.

[ A quiet word inflected as a question. An act of permission, a reassurance, a request -- it could be any number of things. ]

[She hums, her eyes fluttering shut as he takes down her hair and trails kisses down her neck. That nice, tingling heat is back. Her shirt slips off her breasts, and the way the fabric rubs against her nipples makes her squirm in her seat.]

We still can't do this here. [a heated murmur in response to his question]

I know.

[ Purring against the warmth of her, Hei nips carefully at her earlobe before bestowing a long, almost lazy lick along the curve of her jaw. With one hand he rubs her hip, while the other slips to her right breast, covering it with the palm. The sensation of her so close, her bare skin against his clothes, the body-heat bleeding into him, is delicious. Like being bathed in warm honey -- which, fine, has never happened to him, but he imagines this would feel exactly like it. ]

[ Lifting her breast with his hand, enjoying the soft weight of it, Hei strokes his thumb across her nipple. Licks it teasingly, then pinches it between his fingers while he tongues around the other nipple. He blows on it -- a hot-cold susurrus of air -- before taking it gently between his teeth, scraping them along the pebbly surface. His other hand focuses on undoing the fastening of her jeans. The click-zzzt of buttons and zipper, and his fingers push between denim and the warm plane of her belly, his palm cupping between her legs. ]

[ We still can't do this here, she said. And he doesn't intend to. But that's not stopping him from taking liberties. ]

[She chokes and whimpers and presses against his hand.]

Hei! [She dig her nails into his sides -- what did she just say?! But that doesn't stop her legs from tightening around his hand, and she rests her head on top of his.]

[ Okay. The jury's out on that one. But he's fairly certain she said his name. It feels gluey yet prehensile in pitch, sticking to the edges of his thoughts like jellyfish, sparking an odd deja vu. Amber had occasionally comes close to saying his name this way. Sometimes Yin does it, but there's something removed in both cases, a restraint borne half out of necessity, half out of a Doll's programming. ]

[ Korra isn't like that, of course. She has no defenses. Everything she feels flares right up to the surface. ]

[ His knuckles scrape the back of her zipper as he pushes his hand down deeper, between her clenched thighs. Her nails are a delightful sting; he can feel the skin throb with a fresh set of pretty contusions. Teasing the thatch of hair between her legs, he lets the heel of his palm grind against her pubic bone, a warm pressure on her clit, as he traces her moist seam with the pads of his fingers. He teases her, letting his fingertip slip just inside her and then fall out, pushing to open her wider and wider, rimming her sex in circles, not sliding his fingers deeper in. His right hand remains occupied with kneading her breast, squeezing the nipple with a slow and subtle pressure. ]

[ He keeps this up -- left hand and right -- into he's worked her into a froth between her thighs. Only then does he withdraw his fingers. Catching her face in his hand, he smears her lower-lip with her own slick before leaning in to suck it off in a biting kiss. ]

Take your pants off.

[ Not an order, but there's an urgency serrating the edges of his voice. In normal circumstances, he'd do it himself. But he doesn't trust himself not too yank too hard and jostle any of her injuries. ]

[Her face flushes and her breaths come out in raw gasps, and she can't stay irritated because hynnnnnnng his hands. She's missed this so much, she can't even... How did she go for so long without --

She whimpers protest when he pulls his hand away, and bites his lip hard. Take your pants off. She'd remind him about the whole relocating issue, except she's already wiggling out of both pants & panties. Her leg throbs, her shoulder complains, and she doesn't care. Still kissing him, she kicks her pants off and grabs his hand, shoving it between her thighs.]

[ If left to it, Hei would have no qualms about shoving her on her back and fucking her right there on the couch. It's so easy to imagine her folded under him -- hair mussed, breasts bared and thighs open, release a shriek away. But under the live-wire tug of lust, he can still feel that sweet worm of concern. From its nest in his tailbone it begins an inexorable ascent up his spine. ]

[ Easy, it whispers. Take it easy. ]

[ Hard to do, with Korra naked and squirming against him, excitement making her racy, her sex slick against his fingers and her clit pulsing under the web of his thumb. Humming, Hei bites at her mouth, sucking on her lips and tongue. But the kiss -- like the friction of his fingers -- only lasts a moment. ]

You wanted to try something new. Right?

[ Drawing back, he settles on the couch, at a right angle, spine against the armrest, legs stretched out. Carefully, he guides Korra between his knees. Arranges her so she's seated with her back to his chest, head lolling against his shoulder. The corner lamp lets off a warm glow, its rays reflecting off the entrance-mirror ahead, clear and impossibly deep, yellow flecks gleaming in its frame. It reflects him and Korra perfectly -- a pretty gold on black symbiosis, her nude and him fully-clothed. ]

That's better, [ Hei says, almost to himself. Gently he lifts her good leg over his, spreading her a bit wider. Slips his hand down her belly to between her thighs, covering her with his palm and rubbing gently. ]

[Okay considering their conversation earlier, those aren't exactly the sexiest words to hear. Her skin is still burning, but there's a thread of nervousness as he pulls away.]

What are you doing? [She asks even as she lets him settle her between his legs, back to chest. It takes her a moment to notice the mirror.

Oh wow. While the couple on the tv had just looked stupid as they banged each other, this is... really hot. Korra traces her reflection with her eyes, admiring the warm glow of her skin, the lines of her muscles, and the waves of her hair. (She almost thinks she should wear it down more often, except that wouldn't be practical.) The touch of his hand makes her hips rock and she digs her nails into his thighs, entranced.]

[ In the mirror, Hei meets Korra's gaze. Her eyes are full of fascination and a hint of scandal. But the way she stirs her hips, the electric bite of her nails against his thighs -- Oh. That tells its own story. Holding her against him with one arm, he cradles her right breast in his hand. Gives it a rough squeeze, pinching the nipple between his thumb and finger. The palm between her thighs slips lower, two fingers pressing into her wet heat, turning slowly around, in circles, like stirring liquid in a chalice. ]

[ Honestly, if there is ever a woman worth posing before the mirror this way, it's Korra. She's so deliciously female. Not feminine, but female. Curvy in all the right places. Thighs that beg to be grabbed, breasts that demand mauling. Legs that go on and on, like forever in golden-brown. ]

[ Hei's not saying he could never appreciate an anorexic woman. But it's so much easier to appreciate Korra. ]

[ Between his own legs, his erection throbs dully. He's sure she can feel the bulge in his jeans, right against her lower-back. Still, his fingers probe deeper between her thighs. Tease that sweet-spot he's filed away in his memory, pads of fingers circling rough. Face buried in her hair, he breathes her in -- a lost-in-the-wilderness scent he's encountered nowhere else and that he'll always equate with her. ]

Watch yourself come. [ His hand slips lower, pushing two fingers into heat and slick and pressing on her clit with heel of his palm. ] Then I'm going to fuck you.

[ Not here, but in his room. Unless, of course, she changes her mind about the venue. ]

Edited (/edits like a crackwhore) 2013-07-07 01:20 (UTC)

[Like she could take her eyes off herself. Korra's felt out of sorts with her body ever since being shot, haunted by the sense that its betrayed her with its weakness...and that she's betrayed it by getting injured in the first place. Physical therapy has been a long, arduous effort to repair that relationship, but this is the first time in awhile she's really felt connected. Watching herself, seeing herself like this, gives her a new appreciation for it.

Then he presses that spot and she has to fight to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head. She claws his thighs and grinds her back against him, pressing hard against his covered erection.

(After a month of nothing, not even masturbation? This isn't going to take long at all.)]

[ Between Korra's legs, Hei's fingers work slow and steady -- slick noises and relentless friction. His right hand increases its pressure on her nipple. He can feel the shocks of her pulse in it, like her skin is screaming little obscenities in the trap of his fingers. For a few moments he amuses himself by alternating his view of her. The feverish girl in the mirror, watching herself, transfixed, as he brings her off with his hands. And the girl in his arms, her nails like bites of fire, her body moving like a song. Between her proximity and the surreal pornography, his pulse is skittering, all thought dissolving into a single, gnawing concrete need. ]

[ The musculature of his body tenses against her, betraying the microspasms of repressed motion. His breathing is even, but there are little hitches interspersed in-between. Reaching down, he spreads her wide open with two fingers now, all deep-pink inside, the middle finger rubbing her clit round and round. Lets her breast go, and cups her chin with the other hand. Keeping her steady. Not permitting her to look away. He's intrigued, as always, by the contrast of Korra's dark skin and the dizzyingly blue eyes. How does one go about admiring something, if they really do adore it? What tone of voice should he use? Your eyes are so pretty. Too pedestrian. Beautiful? False as a whore's orgasm. I love the color of your eyes. ]

[ But that word -- love -- rings falser than all his lies put together. ]

[ In the end, there's no need to say anything. The entranced look in his eyes as he drags them up Korra's body to meet her own, in the mirror, tells her everything she needs to know. ]

[ Come on, Korra. Come on. ]

[Little whimpers rip from her throat as her body tenses, trembles, burns. She bites her lip, her jaw aching from the tension, and feels something warm and slick under her fingers (shit, did she seriously claw him hard enough to break skin?). She tries to shake off his grip -- not because she wants to look away, but because she instinctively resists any attempts at control -- but it proves necessary when their eyes meet. The look of total appreciation on his face makes her blush, and in light of the conversation they had earlier, she feels self-conscious. Far from unpleasant yet still overwhelming.

But she can't look away: not from his eyes, or from her body, not until her climax breaks and she closes her eyes and screams.]

[ Her nails have, in fact, stamped oozing red half-moons into his thighs. Hei can smell the familiar tang of copper, overlaying Korra's febrile scent. But it doesn't matter. The sensory circuit of pleasure, pain and frustration draws a bright triangle of sensation all across his body. Every major muscle group is taut, stretched in excitement. He knows he's got his fingers pressed on the right spot inside Korra, because her cries are ratcheting up; she's drawing in ragged breaths, and her whole body is beginning to shudder. It's breathtaking, watching her climb towards her crest; as incredible as it is watching her fight. ]

[ Diligently, he carries on stroking her. In the mirror, it's like she's alone. He's almost detached from what's going on, just the instrument of her pleasure, his hands like pale spiders on her dark skin. He can see the effect of what he's doing, see every secret flex and twitch under his fingers, see the wetness spreading out from the center, the orgasm building up slowly from the root of her. It's fascinating, a little unreal, but one of the most amazing things he's ever seen. More thrilling still, is how into it she seems. How she has, momentarily, ceded all control. ]

[ Transfixed on her image in the mirror, he watches her come, her hips snapping up, her scream sending a dizzying spike of lust through his groin. ]

[ Still, his fingers keep moving. Stretching her climax out, reading the definitive and fluid motions of her hips. Slowing, by degrees, to almost idle stirs of fingertips. He's kissing her now, her shoulders, back, neck, wherever he can touch. Lips moving in a secret, silent language across her skin, as he tips her head and catches her mouth with his. A soft and tender kiss -- once upon a time, both were things Hei wasn't wholly sure he could bestow. ]

[ But right now? They come frighteningly easy. ]

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