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[ It's ingrained habit that has Hei fucking mostly in darkness. He's taken out enough people through backlit windows to have developed a permanent wariness about switching the lights on. But here, he's long since gotten his place outfitted with a metallic glaze -- infrared and wi-fi proof. And watching Korra in the mirror had stirred awake the voyeur in him. He wants the full visual. ]

[ His hand cups her jaw, keeping her mouth on his, swallowing her Ow. He exhales a noise of his own, low in his throat, needy and only vaguely apologetic. Shifts so he's entirely on the bed, partly on her, partly beside her. With his free hand, he helps her unfasten his jeans, sloughing the denim off his legs with a twist and kick to drop them on the floor. His shirt follows; dragging his mouth from hers, he stretches only to wrench open the bedside drawer, plucking the condom wrapper to a crinkle of foil. His hands know their work for the practiced rip-and-roll. Against his overheated skin, the rubber is pleasantly cool. ]

[ The impulse to be abrupt and pushy is ever-present. But he quashes it. Grabbing a handful of pillows from the headboard, he arranges Korra more comfortably. Half-propped up with two pillows under her head and shoulders, and one under her hips, angling her so she's laid wide open to him. Kneeling, he hooks one of her legs gently over each arm. Rubs his erection along her wet seam, a teasing up-and-down, poised over her, wanting to fill her up, not crush her. ]

[ His expression is heavy-lidded and indulgent, all the signposts of sharp tension there in his body for Korra to read. Okay? ]

[The pillow arrangement feels weird. It definitely helps ease the pressure on her shoulder and thigh, which is great, but she's not used to having that many. A firm bed, a single pillow, and a blanket -- that's all she's ever needed.

She shivers as he rubs against her and grabs his arms, digging her nails in. She wants to tug him down onto her, skin on skin, sharing breath. Her overheated skin feels chilled with their bodies in this perpendicular angle.]

[ Hei catches his breath at the bite of her nails. The ache in his erection turns to sharp needles as he nudges between her legs, teasing her with just the head, popping it in and out, so close to that delightful slickness and pressure. Her thighs are buttery soft under his palms. His fingers dimple the damp skin as his grip slips, then tightens, parting her legs wider, bracing his body for the coming shock of heat, gathering himself like a deep-sea diver gathers for the final plunge. He leans in slowly, his body a tense arch over hers, breathing jittery and broken, his weight mostly on his knees. He wants so badly to cover her, make himself heavy; there's a disconnect in this position that whets the barbed edge of his frustration. ]

[ But he doesn't want to risk hurting her. ]

[ His mouth covers hers, feeding on the breath from her parted lips, exhaling a raspy sound into her as he pushes -- a little wince of restraint and a great shock of Yes -- so all her delicious wet heat meets all his weight and force. ]

[She whimpers as he teases her, each breath heavy and thick. There's a sense of relief when he finally leans over, and she bites his lip to hold him in place, encourage him to stay.

He slides in and she cries out, her hips bucking up to meet his on instinct.]

[ Her cry sends a thousand volts through Hei. Spine arched, his mouth touches hers, the lower-lip caught between Korra's teeth, but it can't rightly be called a kiss. His eyes are half-lidded and hazy, watching the first shocks of pleasure break over her sweet face. It's be so easy to sink into this, take the rough route. Instead, on a slow inhalation, he lets his lips break from hers. Not going far. Just enough to glance down her body to where they're joined -- visual proof of possession. Slowly, he eases partways out of her, then back in. Slick. Perfect. His first Mmm is that of relief. He can give in to the surge of impatience, and at the same time find the self-restraint to stem the rush, to absorb the full measure of her heat. ]

[ The rhythm he sets is controlled. No other word for it. Short, grinding thrusts, as if he can't stand to withdraw too far. Every bit of her feels laid open against him, his pelvic bone tight against her clit, his cock touching the mouth of her womb on every downstroke, sending sparks flying behind his eyes like fireflies in the dark. Dipping his head, he kisses her, his breathing coming in starts and stops. ]

I missed this.

[ It's a whisper that sounds, almost, like he's sharing a dubious secret. (It's still not for the likes of Hei, to say I missed you.) ]

[Her eyes fly open, wide and surprised and very, very blue. I missed this. It's an emotional admission she hadn't expected from him.]

Me too.

[Her voice is hoarse, with a faint whine of need.]

[ Hei watches the effect of the words on her, and it's breathtaking. Surreal, too. Because, for once, he's sincere. Strange to think he'd dismissed Korra because she'd never want someone like him, because each was essentially unavailable to the likes of the other. Because they had so little in common. Because she had no tricks up her sleeve to turn his jaded and perverse wheels, no voice to reach past his tangle of barbed wire. Because she had no way to touch him, and never would. He didn't take her seriously because she had the wrong-shaped brain. ]

[ But for all that disconnect, there is skin. Human heat and breath and saliva and come. Skin, he's forgotten since parting from Amber, sometimes has a chilling eloquence of its own. And even if it whispers all the irrational things, he can't stay deaf to that stickysweet poignancy of human contact. ]

[ But he can regret its waste. Because nothing can come of it. ]

[ On a low, raw noise, he kisses her again, his parted lips covering hers. Hard, full of hunger, infectious. Keeping up that grinding rhythm, angling his hips so his erection rubs against that sweet-spot inside her, language slowly crowded out by a gnawing force as he crosses from desire into need. ]

[Bodies really do speak a language all their own, communicating secret truths. If she thinks about it, Korra can't understand how they reached this point. How did they get from mutual threats to mutual caring? It makes no sense. But she doesn't try to understand it. (Just as she never tried to undertand the Equalists... the darker side of her tendency to accept that things are the way they are.) For the moment, the stories their bodies tell together are good enough for her.

Returning his kiss, need matching need, she grinds against him and reaches down to cup his balls as he thrusts inside, still unwilling to just sit there and enjoy the ride.]

[ Hei exhales a sibilant noise into her mouth -- warning and approving all at once. The way she grinds against him, the touch of her coasting hand, seems to lick trails of phosphorescence across his spine. Dissolving all restraint. The room echoes with the ragged exhalations forcing themselves up his throat as he fucks her. Hard, harder, then harder still, his body building to a rapid rhythm. Breaking from her mouth, he draws back to give himself a view. Korra spread out beneath him -- a hot mess of spread hair and darky-flushed skin on angelic white sheets. A five-star delicacy with perfect presentation. He watches her breasts sway to his each movement, their taut points like little scolding fingers, Naughty, naughty. ]

[ Carefully, he lifts her good leg to his shoulder so they're wedged together tighter. And -- Oh. This is even better. Short, deep, reverberant thrusts that bring him dangerously near the edge, but never past it, over and over. Slipping his free hand between her legs, he circles her clit with the pad of his thumb. Slowly, as if feeling the texture of a delicate object -- even if the pace he rocks at is anything but delicate now. ]

Hynnng! [Her eyes squeeze shut as her body is rocked by explosions. She can still feel him looming over her, his flat eyes watching her and somehow it makes everything that much more hot. (Still, his pace is punishing, and while the spikes of pain don't bother her in her blissed-out state, they're keeping her from tumbling over than edge just yet.)]

[ Hei is teetering on the brink of sensory overload. There's something both obscene and painfully erotic about the noises tumbling from Korra, sweet plaintive mews that make his balls crawl, make him shudder. Her head is tipped back now, her dark throat taut, thrilling. That expression on her face would be perfect for illustrating to any beginner the truth about sex -- its cruelty and isolation. Beneath them, the mattress jolts to his thrusts, whining in protest at the rough treatment. But it can't fool anyone. It's taken a lot worse than this. ]

[ So has Korra, of course. But a dim buzz in Hei's head warns him to slow down. ]

[ Reluctantly, he lets both her legs fold around his arms again. His back pulls into a dip as he leans over her. Slows from hard thrusts into undulations that are minute and deep, barely moving at all now, tiny increments that make his spine simmer and quake with restraint. Taking Korra's right hand, their fingers interlaced, he guides it between her thighs. The lightest brush, once, again, then again, just the tips of her fingers in slick circles, and then he sucks them greedily into his mouth, before bringing them back to her clit. ]

[ His body is half in spasms now; he can feel his orgasm halfway there, a plane in the distance and his mind the control tower. The landing lights in his nerves are flaring up to guide it in. Come on, Korra. Let go. ]

[He takes her hand and her eyes snap open. He's close again; she likes it better with way. As hot as it was before, having him watch her -- and it was hotter than this -- she feels more secure with him close. She shivers as he sucks on her fingers before bringing them back down to her clit. Her eyes remain locked on his face, tracing each slight change in expression.

Not close enough. She leans up to grab his lips in a kiss, biting his mouth hard. She tenses -- shudders -- falls to pieces against him.]

[ Hei stutters gasps into her mouth, feeling the pulsations of her body around him turn to deep shudders. It's almost overwhelming, all flutters and slick and heat, feeding a jag of lightning low in his belly. Tipping him toward the edge for that final red ride. All at once, his control spools out and he drags her in tight, jerking into her, hips snapping as his teeth sink against her lips, a tang of blood mixing with the saliva. Distantly, a voice warns him to slow down. His rhythm is almost vicious, his hands on her thighs a crushing grip that'll leave fingerprints on the dark flesh. But the warnings -- Easy -- Go slow -- have no meaning. They become nonsense white-noise and the meter by which he fucks her, until everything goes blurry and he tenses on a helpless convulsion -- the climax searing red lines across his brain and leaving him boneless and emptied. ]

[ Long fall, like off a skyscraper without a wire. But the landing is smooth. Slumping next to Korra, he lets an arm sling heavy and languid around her, fingers cradling the shape of her skull. Presses through the soft disorder of her hair to nose the sweat-damp line of her neck. Listening, as the imperfect silence spins out, to the thud of her pulse. And, beneath that, from his own chest, the beginnings of a deep contented purr. ]

[Through the giddy fog of pleasure, there's a faint sense of Ow. She shifts, inching closer to him, and the sensation becomes more clear. Ow. She feels like she just learned to walk and then went straight to a marathon (which, in a way, she did...) It was worth it, though.

Smiling, she rolls just slightly so she can kiss his chin.]

AUGH! [Forget curling up on him; she's curled up, clutching her injured shoulder. Her doctor had warned her that because of the bullet wound, her shoulder would be prone to dislocating. Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap.]

[ Her cry pierces the room's lazy atmosphere with an impact like a bullet shattering glass. It cuts through the pleasant fog of Hei's exhaustion and has him awake and red-alert in split-seconds. He knows before he even sits up to look her over that it's her shoulder, something gone wrong with the joints, tension settling strangely in Korra's whole body down to one side. Against his will, he feels his brow twitch in a sympathetic wince. (Under that, there's a sharp pang very much like guilt. Told you to take it slow.) ]

Korra. Easy.

[ No anxiety, but there's a very audible click in his Adam's apple as he swallows. Scooting his weight forward, he don't touch her, but his eyes take stock of her body-language, the angles of her shoulderblade and arm, the way the bones jut out under the skin. Very lightly, his fingertips skim across her elbow. The glance he flicks at her contorted face is watchful. ]

Where does it hurt? [ What did I do to make things worse this time? ]

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[It's not the first time she's been hurt; after that initial scream of pain, she's remarkably quiet. She forces herself to concentrate on her breathing, releasing pain with each exhalation.]

My shoulder popped out. [Ow ow ow ow ow don't think about the pain.] The doctor warned me that might happen because of the way the bullet hit it.

[She almost laughs -- everything they've done tonight, and she fucks up her shoulder by just rolling over in bed. But laughing hurts. Best to just focus on breathing.]

You know how to pop these things back in? [Probably a stupid question, knowing him, but she might as well ask before asking his help.]

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I do.

[ Matter-of-fact, his face betraying none of his concern. But his fingers are very gentle as they trace the squared jut where the bone disfigures slightly and presses out. Shoulder dislocations are part and parcel of the more punishing physical aspects in his history. But in Heaven's War, there were no luxuries like MRIs, X-rays and good painkillers to handle the fallout. Often the soldiers had to develop a willingness to wing it in terms of proper medical procedure. ]

[ In Korra's case, at least there are no issues like rotor cuff trauma or bone fragments. This isn't the result of resultant fractures from an exploding grenade. She's just popped her shoulder out of socket. ]

[ He's grateful there's no fussing or squalling. While she concentrates on breathing, he nudges her lightly with a hand. ]

Sit up. Back against the headboard.

Hn. [She does as he says without comment or complaint. She's been injured enough to know the quieter the patient, the faster the procedure.]

[ Silence and stillness. Two of Hei's best friends; ideal circumstances to focus in. His eyes are clear and attentive as they look her over once again -- dispassionate as a scientist studying a microbe. Then, ]

Relax. This will hurt a bit.

[ There's no preamble, no seguing into it. Closing one hand gently around her bicep, the other around her wrist, he guides her arm so it's perpendicular to the mattress, elbow poised at a 90 degree angle. Rotates both arm and shoulder, with the slow deliberation of pouring water from a jittery pitcher, until he's coaxed the bones to pop back in place. ]

[ Once he's sure the parts are aligned, his gaze lifts to hers, questioning. ]

Better?

[Tempting as it is to scream, the only sound that escapes as he works is a hiss of pain. When he's finished, she takes a moment to move her arm slowly and carefully, testing its range of motion. It still hurts a lot, but the dull, throbbing hurt that indicates the problem has been taken care of.]

Yeah, thanks. [She sags (still carefully) against the headboard and gives him a rueful smile.] Not exactly the exciting end to the evening I imagined.

[Her fingers inch forward to tangle with his. She'd like a hug, but considering she just dislocated her shoulder trying to get one, she's not going to push her luck.]

[ Hei places a light hand on her wrist -- cautionary, restraining. A silent Take it easy. An ordinary person would suggest she wear that arm in a sling for a few days, or at least slip a handful of painkillers into her palm. But in the end, neither he nor Korra are strangers to injuries, much less routine discomforts. ]

[ Her remark -- or maybe the way she threads their fingers together -- gets a smile, wry and small. Settled on his knees before her, he pitches forward slowly to brush his lips against hers. No, this isn't the anticipated conclusion to an otherwise enjoyable evening. But predictability has no juxtaposition in Hei's life. Especially not where Korra's concerned. He's learnt early on to stay on his toes. ]

At least you haven't bored me yet.

Yay? [That is a weird way to phrase things, but Hei's a weird guy. She tugs gently on his fingers, mostly just as something to do. Physical contact with minimal effort.]

Better than nothing.

[ After a moment to draw back and plunk the condom in the wastebin, Hei closes the gap between them. Settling beside her, propped against the headboard with his legs stretched out in front of him. Drowsiness plucks at the edges of his consciousness with warm fingers. Beside him, Korra's skin is a strip of fevery heat against his own. Stretching lazily, he strokes her hand before insinuating his fingers gently through hers again. It's not cuddling -- even now, that's not something he does, nor something he has the patience for. But there's an almost-sweetness in the way he lifts her hand, pressing his lips to the palm. ]

Wake me in ten minutes. I'll fix you something to eat.

[ Sticky and slurred, the words are printed in a kiss across her skin. It seems like a dismissal. But it's actually an act of remarkable trust. Not that he thinks she'd garrote him in his sleep. Not in her condition. But there's something drugging and somnolent in the air right now. It seems safe -- at least for a few minutes -- to let his guard down. ]

[She blinks at him, surprised. She's never really known him to sleep around her, except for that one time he passed out on the park bench.]

Okay.

[Is he asking her to leave so he can nap for a bit? Probably not...her hand is still in his. She squirms a little, getting herself more comfortable, and bumps him gently in a silent offer of her good shoulder as a pillow. (What else is she supposed to do? She has no idea. She's always been the first one to pass out.)]

[ He'd been tired -- and contemplating sleep -- long before she'd contacted him. Now, all the hours -- days -- he's been awake seem to be crunching together, like pleats in an accordion, crunching him with them. When they expand again, he'll wonder at his own lapse of alertness. He'll hear, once more, that sneering inner-voice: Soft as pudding. Too soft to stay alive much longer. ]

[ But for now a lethargic wave goes through his whole body, and as the inside of his skull is flooded with a slow darkness, his heavy head settles against the round of Korra's shoulder. He isn't conscious of putting it there. He only feels the curve of skin and bone, and her warm hair prickling his face. ]

[ His fingers are still loosely twined with hers. There's a vague flicker of images behind his eyes -- all Pai-shaped, Pai-scented -- before he drops off to an uneasy sleep. ]

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