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[ He's not sure what takes him by surprise more -- the way she yanks him inside or the fevery enthusiasm of her kiss. ]

[ At any other time, he'd shake his head at the absurdity of the two of them. The teenaged variety of their couplings remind him of his first months with Amber, when they were in the early flush of physical intimacy, when they could barely keep their hands off each other for a handful of hours at a stretch and were always wrecking their uniforms and tearing clothes or risking gravel burn, grass stains, or dangerously unsafe territories for a few moments' privacy. But that isn't all that's similar. This, just like his ill-fated affair with Amber, is as raw and insane and temporary. It ultimately won't mean anything pragmatic or concrete, because this City is a way-station and this isn't his life, or Korra's. ]

[ But the fierceness, the quelled appetites, the emotions -- all that is real enough and even heightened by the swamp of tension churning through him the longer he stays trapped here. ]

[ He'll analyze that -- cold and detached. But later. Later. Right now, in exchange for that, he lets the knapsack fall from his shoulder, presses against her with open hands and openmouthed kisses, taking what he's burning for. Her warm shape in his arms, her mouth on his. There's a bare incandescent bulb hanging from the ceiling, mint-green paint on concrete walls, overripe with the smell of cleaning solutions. He ignores it, lifting her up with a low hum in his throat, balancing her against the top of a broken old desk, his palms already slipping underneath her shirt. ]

[Korra wouldn't understand his train of thought or his fixation with "temporary" and "waystations." This is her life -- she's here, right now, living it. The fact that she could leave at any moment and have no memory of this place or what happened to her doesn't cross her thoughts.

Of course, not much is crossing her thoughts at the moment, except something vaguely along the lines of Fuck this feels so good. He sets her on the desk and her hands immediately go to unzip his jeans. If he tries to stop her, she's liable to growl and bite him hard.]

[ He wants to tell her sometimes -- how pernicious it is, the idea of building some semblance of a life here, only to have it stripped from his memory the moment he exits the City, like a stain that needed washing. It's a violation in the profoundest sense -- a living example of futility and lost time. As someone whose vital motivators are freedom and control, and learning to exist with a functional interchange between the two, the City rattles Hei on several levels. ]

[ Coasting a palm up her back, he absorbs the warm smoothness of her skin, springing the catch of her bra. Runs a rough-edged finger against one nipple and then the other, until they stand up at attention. Then peeling the shirt up and away with one impatient yank, trying but not-quite-succeeding to stop it from tangling in her hair-pieces, he buries his face in her breasts, kissing them, mouthing the powdery undersides. Against her palm, within the unzipped jeans, his erection stirs heavy and thrumming, heat washing through him like a mainlined drug. Catching one nipple between his teeth, he bites gently, then harder, balancing on the blade's edge of hurt. His other hand dips past the waistband of her jeans, curling between her thighs and squeezing with a soft but inexorable pressure. ]

[He could explain all he wants, but she wouldn't understand. She hasn't left the City herself; she hasn't experienced the loss of memory. If she did, it would feel real.

She whimpers pleasure and protest as the shirt catches on her hairpieces, and presses herself hard against his mouth.]

Harder.

[She wraps her hand around his cock and strokes it hard, with those cruel twists he loves. She doesn't want to bring him off; just get him ard enough to take inside.]

[ The wicked rhythm of her hand makes Hei twitch and turns his body rigid. A metal-legged spider scampers up the ladder of his spine and curls itself into a cold, tingling ball just beneath the back of his skull, spinning webs in a silvery lattice of words. Moremoremore. ]

[ Even before she tells him Harder, he's increased the pressure of his palm, and of his teeth, drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it hard. Pushing his knee between her legs, he forces them wider apart, cupping her sex in his hand, pressing between the lips with his fingers, delving into her moisture. In the cramped space, the scent of her is gnawing away at his brain, urging him to taste her, but they're in an impossible position. Instead, he works his fingers in and out, rubbing against that sweetspot inside her, his thumb making a fast circling at her clit. So hot, so wet, and his hips push yearningly against her stroking hand, his erection right there but not inside her yet, pulsing sharp echoes in time to his heartbeat. ]

[ Still he keeps their bodies at a slight distance, exploring her with his fingers, getting her ready, his other hand starfished on her back. It's necessary, because this is all the consideration he can offer. When he's fucking her, it's just going to be a highspeed plunge for the finish-line. ]

Hynnng. [Oh, she's more than ready. She could have dropped her pants and taken him in outside the restaurant. His fingers inside her, she almost wishes she had. Straddled his lap like she had before, ridden him in full view of everyone. She can imagine how he'd feel inside her, the heat and fullness and friction.

She wants it.]

Now. [Gasped against his ear, practically keening] Now.

[ Korra's voice in his ear is beautifully obscene, saturated with pleasure. ]

[ He isn't aware his hips are moving anymore, but they're almost fucking the air, sliding up and down as if his cock is already buried in her. Squeezing her clit between his thumb and forefinger, Hei lets go, his knuckles scraping her zipper as he drags his palm free. Straightening so her nipple falls from his mouth with a pop, he digs clumsy fingers into his pocket for a condom. Tears it open with his teeth, sliding the latex on. It sounds wet and lubricious, unrolling slick and smooth under his touch. One hand splayed at her lower-back, he hitches Korra closer. Skins her pants down to her ankles, tugging off one boot, dragging the leg-cuff off her foot. Then all too quickly he's nudging between her thighs. The cool skin of his hips presses against her warmer flesh. Hands just below her knees, tipping her legs wide apart. ]

[ He smears the head of his erection against her slickness, and for a moment all he can hear is breath: hers, his, and the generator somewhere behind the wall, humming asthmatically for the tiny room. The sound seems to trap them both in a moment of strange breathless possibility before he enters her. Like the wait before the jump, a hanged man before the drop, a sliver of time you can never take back. ]

[ Until he slams into her in one thrust -- fluid and brutal -- gasping as he fills her. ]

[She screams, covering her mouth to stifle the sound. There's no way nobody heard her; even as he pounds her, she's waiting for someone to open the door and find them. (A part of her wants them to.)

She buries her head against his neck, hand still over her mouth, muffling the cries she can't keep down against him. Her other hand finds its way under his shirt and claws his back. This feels so good. Even if he isn't playing with her clit or her breasts or doing any of the things she usually needs to get off. Lust is a weird combination of hormones, physical stimulation, and mental arousal. The setting -- public yet private and wildly inappropriate -- and the keyed up state she's been building up to all day provide all the additional stimulation she needs.]

[ I'm going to get fired if they find us in here, Hei thinks, as her scream fills his head in a wave of stickysweet bliss, until the boiler at the back of his mind overflows and laps up at any self-control, washing it away. He doesn't give her time to adjust her body to accommodate to his angle. He sets up a rhythm that is rapid and deep -- full-length tip to root plunges, in and out, slick and perfect. Every thrust fills her just a little deeper, rough gasps escaping his lips with a little jolt each time his cock passes the right spot inside her. Fiercely hot, impossibly tight, her muscles seize him until it feels like he'll never be able to pull out of her. ]

[ Just before he loses himself to the sweet friction, his last rational thought is: Let them bring it on. ]

[ The table rocks slightly with their movements -- a repetitive clack, clack, clack. The angle of his thrusts, standing upright between her thighs, drives him deep, presses him hard on her clit. Between the greed and the pheromones and the heady smell of sex, the tiny room is a cauldron, boiling so much hotter than it really is, filled with the sound of heavy breathing and skin against skin. None of it is measured or controlled the way Hei operates. And it's all her, it's all Korra that does it. ]

[ Eyes squeezed shut, he buries his face in her neck. Roves a hand between her legs and rubs, making what's already hot and slick that much slicker. Loving the way she claws at him, the way her she urges him on, mewing and rippling, coming back at him with a sure intensity. She's just the same height as Amber, but so much stronger than her. Knowing that still doesn't quite prepare him for what she can do, when shut of all girlish shyness, what her body demands of his body. He's seen her fight but this is something else. She doesn't remind him of anything at all. ]

[ Memory is overlapped, overrun, by present sensation. And oh -- how liberating that is. ]

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[He rubs her clit and fuck, she's done for. Her climax approaches with the inevitability of a tsunami. Don't scream don't scream don't scream Her shirt is on the floor and her pants are half off -- even Hei couldn't invent a lie to cover this up if somebody opened the door. She feels something wet under her fingers; she's pretty sure she drew blood. She tries to offer a distracted apology but she doesn't have the breath for it. Besides, she has more important things to worry about.

Don't scream don't scream don't scream]

[ Her nails sink into his skin, oozing red prints that throb and sing. The sensation melts away any vestiges of reserve Hei has left, turning everything into an utterly mindless dash for release. He pitches forward, kissing her roughly, coaxing her mouth open to catch and then swallow her tongue. He can feel her muscles spasming as she tips toward her climax -- and it's like a door swinging open. ]

[ He ploughs into her over and over, deep and relentless, bracing himself on the table, rocking against her clit every stroke, the opposing forces of their bodies clicking into the right rhythm. A low sound escapes him, her slickness and flutters perfect, the aroma of her filling his senses, perfect. The tendrils of orgasm are creeping along his sternum and wrapping bright bands of pleasure around his hips. He sinks his teeth into her lower-lip just as he comes, the crest waiting, breathing, growing at the base of his spine, exploding over him. As it shakes him, he fights desperately to keep still, to keep quiet, and somehow that makes it much, much hotter. ]

[The bright sting of his teeth does her in, and while Hei is trying to keep still, Korra's trying to swallow her scream. Except it's too hard -- she starts coughing as she chokes on the sound (and a little bit of spit that went down the wrong pipe, because bodies have perfect timing). She's coughing and shaking and clinging to him as her climax overtakes her, a bright explosion in her senses.

The tremors fade with the orgasm, but she's still coughing because endorphins don't fix everything.]

[ Hei can feel her whole body thrumming around his, even as he loses himself in long shudders. Collapsing, he drags his mouth along her neck to the crook of her shoulder, and exhales in breathy gasps. Her whole body jerks as she coughs, feeding strange shudders that echo where their bodies are still joined. With a crooked half-smile, Hei kisses her shoulder -- warm, sloppy, amused -- before thumping the flat of his hand against her back. Slowly, he eases his weight off her, the slip of sweat gluey between them and his erection growing soft inside her. ]

Easy. [ He waits until the fluttering in her chest has died down, until they've both caught their breaths, before he smoothes her hair from her face with both hands. ] I'm pretty sure the whole store knows what's going on in here. [ So much for stealth and secrecy. ]

[She leans into his hands and hums, happy and sated and a little embarrassed. (Just a little. She's riding too high on endorphins for proper humiliation.)]

I don't hear anyone coming. [Not like she did.]

[ Hei bites back a smile at her phrasing. His fingers still card through her hair, fixing the tangles and readjusting the ties. Drawing back, he knots up the condom, then drops it after a moment's consideration in a rusted bucket filled with nails and broken splinters. Let someone else handle that mess. A sweep of all ten fingers through his hair, a little buttoning up, a few tweaks and tugs, and he slips back into default-mode; the young man who has a talent for emerging freshly-fucked from anywhere -- a hotel room, an alley, the backseat of a car, a row of bushes -- looking like he hasn't even unzipped. ]

[ But appearances won't count for shit here. He hears muffled murmurs and shuffling footsteps near the door. He knows there'll be scowling people outside. Not even Buddha could've stayed deaf to that ruckkus. ]

[ Glancing at Korra, he says, deceptively casual, ] In five seconds, I'm going to kill the lights. Get ready to run. [ His eyes are already glowing red. ]

[How does he do that? She's scrambling to pull her pants on and her boot and he's giving her five seconds and she hasn't even picked her shirt off the floor!!!]

Hold up!

[ Get your act together, kiddo. ]

[ He waits until she's wriggled back into her jeans and gotten her shirt on (more or less) before he extends a hand to touch the single electric-outlet in the closet. A buzz of sparks, and the store's lights flicker on and off -- before extinguishing. No more music from the stereos. No hum of air-conditioning. As a ripple of confused voices erupt outside, Hei grabs Korra's wrist. Nudging the door open, he takes a moment to ensure the passersby are distracted -- before lunging to and out the backdoor, Korra in tow. ]

[ Emerging into the open sunlight a couple of yards beyond the store, Hei takes a deep long breath of the fresh air. Buzzed on endorphins and a little adrenaline, he's all tuned up, the blood zinging in his veins. ]

[ Happy. ]

[Korra holds tight to his hand as they run, almost giddy with that same mix of hormones. I can't believe we just did that. She looks at him, breathless, laughing, her eyes bright and cheeks hot.

I want to do it again.

It's stupid. It's crazy. It's reckless. She's not thinking straight and she doesn't care. She jumps on him, and if he doesn't move quick, he's going to have an arm full of Avatar, intent on kissing him.]

[ Hei sees her flying at him, but it still catches him off-balance. He knows Korra's an affectionate girl -- but he rarely sees her get so effusive with him. A tremor of confusion -- misgiving -- runs through him and he nearly pushes her off. Maybe he just doesn't want to admit how in sync they seem in moments like these. How natural it feels. Or how part of him is always a little stoked by her enthusiasm, the giddy light in her eyes. ]

[ He wants to carefully set her back. But instead, rising on a vertiginous wave of euphoria, he catches her, letting her feet skim the pavement, opening his mouth to hers. He's not laughing anymore, but his smile is evident in the kiss. Because it's easier to just smile and smooch than to pick his every last motivation apart. A cool breeze passes by, rustling the leaves of trees and blowing everything in him loose. ]

[ Somehow the moment puts him firmly in the right now, out of the shadow of past and future. ]

[She wraps her legs around his waist and sinks against him. She's dimly aware that her time is up and she should head back to work; it's just really hard to care. The quickie took the edge off the lust that's been eating her alive, but she's hardly tapped dry.

She is aware that they're out in public, though, and while the idea of public sex gets her hot, she's not so interested in the reality. After a few minutes, she breaks the kiss and just rests her forehead on his.]

That was [amazing] crazy.

[ Letting his hands slip around her, cradling her weight, Hei just stays that way for a moment. With her forehead resting against his, her eyes, taking him in, are just one blurry puddle of blue. Her aroma is redolent of sex and pheromones and bubbling excitement; a heady combination at any time. Part of him mentally salivates like a lunatic at the idea of a round-two. But cold wires of sanity are cutting through his gooey fog of Feel Good. Scathing and sharp, the voices say:

a) Your break's almost done.
b) You left your knapsack in the closet.
c) You didn't eat anything.
d) That was a stupid thing to do. ]

[ Bit-by-bit, Hei's smile fades. Gently, he sets Korra down until she's carrying her own weight. He looks drowsy-drunk as he licks his lips. Here is where the shields descend; where the armory is flung open. Here is where he shoots people in the head with his words, or cuts them with a look, leaving them frozen, executed. But to his surprise, it doesn't happen. His gaze, on Korra's, is rueful, but it's the same as before. ]

It was. [ Leaning in, he nudges his nose against hers, before detaching completely. ] But I have to get back to work.

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[(A part of her still searches his face every time for signs of his walls going up. It relaxes as his eyes remain warm.)

She presses one last brief kiss to his lips before taking a step back.]

Me too. [She tries to adjust her clothes.] How obvious do I look? [Penny's pretty oblivious, but there are still plenty of other people Korra doesn't want knowing she had sex.]

Do you want the honest answer? Or the pretty lies? [ Hei asks, completely serious save for a slight quirk at the corners of his mouth. To be honest, Freshly-fucked is a look that suits her: the sexy disheveled hair, the eyes big and bright, lips swollen and neck slightly marked with pretty bruising kisses. But it's hardly what you'd call office-casual. ]

[ After a moment, he reaches out and tugs her collar up to conceal a particularly dark hickey on her neck. ] I'd suggest wearing a scarf. [ Preferably not Mako's. ]

A scarf. [Not impressed.] I'd get one, but I think that would ruin the whole point of our little cut and run. [She jerks her head towards Passione with an arched eyebrow.

She's about to make a snarky comment about how he always manages to look perfect when she remembers the scratches she gave him.]

Is your back all right?

Tell them you liked their fabrics better than the sex. [ he replies, mouth curling into a definite smile now. Part of him is already sketching a route back to the store, so he can pick up his knapsack, quick and unnoticed. He has a full bento of goodies in there and he doesn't plan to waste it. Already he can feel his stomach churning, presaging a mangled growl of Feed Me Seymour. The quickie hasn't caused it, but it's certainly made it worse. ]

[ At her question, he shrugs. ] You've given me worse. [ At least she doesn't turn as dangerous as Amber in her throes. That woman had clawed like she was marking territory. ]

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