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[ Cruel as it sounds, hunger -- or the threat of it -- has been the best aphrodisiac in Hei's case. Whatever the Syndicate could withhold from him, in the early days, to break him into mute compliance. You didn't care whose head you were screwing with, what body you were fucking, which life you were despoiling, when all you could think about was your next meal. He still remembers it; the pretence of being the passive slave of higher authority -- the despicable, shriveling lapse of autonomy, an act of literal prostitution. ]

[ Shaking it off, he offers Korra a half-smile. Threads his fingers with hers, and guides her into the kitchen, as if the house is his, instead of the other way around. Setting the heavy tray on the table, he brings his chair close beside hers, apparently ready to watch her stuff her face. ]

[How does he -- No. She doesn't want to know how he knows her house so well. Easier and much more fun to focus on the present moment. No questions, just sweet, sweet food.

She grabs one of the empanadas and stuffs it in her mouth. The resulting moan wouldn't have been out of place in a porno.]

These are so good.

[She makes short work of that one and begins stuffing her face with two more.]

[ ... He should have recorded that moan... ]

[ As it is, he feels he's sitting on the edge of his chair, even though he isn't. The whole house smells like Korra -- muted by other aromas, cooking smells, detergents, pets. The air sings with a peculiar low-pitched anthem of warmth and domesticity. Yet Hei doesn't feel remotely at home here, in the too short time he's stepped inside. He's familiar with every nook and cranny of the residence, via his monitors. But it's surreal to be welcomed in through the front door, to sit down and watch Korra devour a meal. He's supposed to be a visitor here. He feels instead like a thief. A confused muddle of detachment and unease bubbles up in him as he takes everything in. Korra's contentment, though, is apparent, startlingly so, given all she's had to mourn during her stay in the City. ]

[ He finds his focus returning to her, over and over. He's too distracted, anyway, by the clean geometry of how Korra looks. The angles of her, the shapes. The thought of -- beyond all that clean trigonometry, or, no, happening concurrently --- the folds of her clothes, warm from her body, the gloss of her skin, the way her jaw works and how the silky line of her throat moves, the warm puppyish angles of her bright, open face... He wonders if she'd protest if he laid her out on the table, interrupting her meal, tore her clothes off and fucked her right here. ]

[ Instead he says, remarkably neutral, ]

I can send you more, later.

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Yes please. [It comes out more like Hes hueez considering her mouth is otherwise occupied. She's on empanada #5 by the time her body decides it has sufficient nutrients to feel self-conscious again.

Least. Dignified. Way to eat. Ever.

She quickly finishes the pastry and wipes her mouth. And then the crumbs off her breasts, which of course are BLATANTLY OBVIOUS since she's wearing a white sweatshit. Real sexy, Korra. Good job. She grins awkwardly and pushes the rest of the tray just a little bit away to signal she's done.]

Thanks again. [She could probably scarf down another ten, but that can wait for later.]

[ As Korra's hunger-haze fades, Hei watches her descend beat-by-beat into flustered reality. ]

[ It almost makes him smile. But it's more at Korra's astonishing lack of artifice than anything. For someone older, more calculating, every move would've been choreographed -- the way she chews, the way she wipes her mouth and dusts the crumbs from her chest, that coy little smile, manufactured on most women, but dizzyingly real on her. It stirs up a distinctive heady brew of want and misgiving in Hei. He doesn't respond to her Thanks. Instead, after a moment's hesitation, he reaches out to take her arm. Gathers her off her seat and across into his lap. Catching her hand, he sucks her greasy little fingers into his mouth. Tips up his head and kisses her, lazy and almost experimental at first, but then with a gathering hunger -- kisses that melt into each other, one by one, hotter and hotter, defined only by the pause to draw a breath before starting again. ]

[Her boyfriend, ladies and gentlemen -- the Man of Many Words.

She kind of likes it that way, though. Certainly doesn't mind being tugged onto his lap, although sitting sideways on it like a child will do her neck no favors if they keep it up for long. She breaks free just long enough to change positions so that she's straddling him, her legs dangling on either side of his hips, her chest pressed against his. Every part of her is tingly and warm and aching in the most delicious ways --

Scratch. Scratch. Korra cracks open an eye to find Mocha, the little rascal, trying to climb up on the table to get at the remaining empanadas.

She immediately breaks the kiss and leans over, swatting at the dog's snout.]

Mocha, no! Bad dog! That's not your food!

[Then, of course, Hamlet has to trot in to see what all the fuss is about and now she has two dogs she needs to keep away from the food.]

Hamlet! You are so not helping!

[ARGH!!!!]

[ Hei lets off an approving hum into the curve of Korra's neck as she squirms in his lap, shifting until she's straddling him. The unfamiliar kitchen, its cheery lights and aromas, make everything feel new and bright and freshly complex, and all Hei can think to do is throw himself into it -- to lick into Korra's mouth, chasing after the traces of her meal, and her own particular flavor, to bite her lips, slip his hands under her hoodie and coast them across her warm bare skin. ]

[ But absorbed as he is by the sweet bundle of girl in his arms, the scritch scritch hits his ears with the force of an alarm. He's already tensing, hyper-alert and watching for threats, when Korra breaks the kiss to chastise ... a dog. A greedy, dopey-looking dog. Hei's eyebrow twitches; his lips part to say something. But he's cut off when a second pet comes flouncing in. ]

[ What the hell...? ]

[ Frustrated, he slips his hands off Korra's body. Sets her firmly on her feet, before rising with a little scowl. ]

This is what I meant by 'the zoo.'

[Woah! Korra has to catch her balance a bit as Hei displaces her. She gives him a Look, none too pleased by the tone in his voice. It's not like SHE'S any happier about the interruption.]

Yeah, I know. I live with them. Mocha, NO. [She thwacks the dog's nose and quickly lifts the tray out of reach.] I'm going to put this away before anybody else gets ideas.

[Like Zhinu and Niulang, who poke their heads through the door. Hamlet, upon noticing them, suddenly decides it would be an AWESOME IDEA to chase the two, barking wildly.

Korra just rolls her eyes as she sticks the tray in the fridge. Animals.]

Would you like to take this somewhere with a door?

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[ Watching the animals dart around, yapping and yowling, Hei thinks irritably: She lives in a madhouse. ]

[ A madhouse full of badly-trained pets. Why doesn't she give them up to an animal shelter? Or eat them (the sheep that is; not the cats and dogs)? Is she filling up a list for a secret Ark? Crossing over to Korra, he's about to ask, but decides against it. Instead, when she says Would you like to take this somewhere with a door? he offers an inscrutable little smile. His arm goes around her, and in a blink she's lifted off her feet, swung up and slung across his shoulder to dangle down his back. If she wants to get free, she can make him put her down with a simple word, or a well-aimed boot in the gut. But in the meantime he lets his cheek rest against the warm curve of her hip; turning his head to bite so she feels the graze of teeth through the cloth. ]

There better not be more pets in your room.

[ It's murmured offhandedly; he's already bearing her up the stairs to her door. ]

HEY!!! [ARGH one of these days she is just going to kill him seriously this picking her up thing is ridiculous! But she doesn't kick him or really try to get down -- they're already halfway up the steps anyway and she can get her revenge when the door is closed. Instead, she settles for smacking his ass hard (too hard for anyone else, but this is Hei).] You know, this is a really bad habit with you.

[Little Reinbach is curled up on Korra's bed, but the moment Hei opens the door, the cat scampers to hide under it.]

[ Hei doesn't falter at the slap. Instead his smile hitches into something a tad sharper, a smidge darker. He's tempted to retaliate, to give as good as he gets. Instead he lets the flat of his hand thump against her backside; not much of a slap, just enough to sting. A little warning that she doesn't want to play that game with him. It's also tempting to dump her unceremoniously head first onto the mattress, since he's already acting like an overgrown teenager. Instead, he spills her carefully across the edge, kneeling to press a kiss -- light, almost conciliatory -- on the tip of her nose. ]

[ Drawing back, he asks, ]

Should I yank that cat out from under your bed? Or do you want to do it?

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[She doesn't want to play that game with him? Oh really? Korra's got plenty of sexual and physical energy pent up, and something rough & a little bloody sounds like just the thing. It's almost disappointing, how carefully he ends up setting her down.]

The cat? [She couldn't exactly see any cat from her original position. She squirms and leans over to peek under the bed.]

Hey there Reinbach. [She gives the cat a little wave before swinging herself back up.] He's not moving any time soon. New people kind of freak him out. [Now enough talk. She grabs the back of his neck and yanks him down for another kiss.]

[ Hei opens his mouth to ask, But what if it jumps out on you at the wrong time? ]

[ But the words are swallowed up into the kiss. He sinks into it without resistance, and there's no reason for it to be such a jarring shock, not when he's been kissing her since they were in the kitchen, but his nerves suddenly jolt and flicker to life all in the same heartbeat like bulbs on a switchboard. Hei breathes in sharply through his nose, chest filling with air -- his skin is fizzy, and he presses his mouth hard up against Korra's and grabs at the hair at the back of her head, the reaction like a sudden, involuntary reflex as he shoves her onto her back, coming down heavy and possessive on top her. Suddenly all the minutes and hours and days piled up since their last encounter crunch and crumble together, filling his head with shards of red-noise, singing at how overwhelmingly good this feels, all more, more, more and yes, yes, yes. ]

[A little grunt escapes her when he shoves her down, but it's almost lost in a pleased hum. She reaches back with one hand to pull out her ponytail, tossing the tie onto the floor before grabbing hold of him again. She grinds against him, savoring his weight on her and the coarse rub of fabric on her skin, and digs her nails hard into the soft flesh of his nape. They've been playing fairly gentle for awhile now, but tonight Korra's aching for something that hurts.]

[ The rough handling, the needy way she rocks her hips against him, feel truer, in their own way, than any amount of careful finesse ever could. ]

[ Breathing hard into her mouth at the sharp sting of her nails, Hei sets his teeth against her upper-lip, a delicate graze that grows instantly painful in degrees of pressure. Not enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to set the tone. His right hand and his left struggle in the meantime with the fastenings of her jeans, with bunching up the hem of her hoodie around her sternum. His fingers are quick and deft at the snap of her fly, and the moment it gives way, he shoves a hand between Korra's legs, cupping her through the humid smooth silk of her underwear. Pressing it against her with two fingers, he strokes her through it. Rough and unceremonious, his thumb finding and rubbing against her clit through the crinkle of fabric and curls. Pressing there too, hard, not moving at all, just letting the weight squeeze it down, while he breaks the kiss to carve pretty bruises across her throat with his teeth and lips and tongue. ]

[The pain makes her whimper, a soft, needy sound in the back of her throat. While he struggles with her jeans, she pulls up his shirt so she can slide her hands beneath it, claw the scarred flesh of his back. She closes her eyes and lets him pull her down into her body, so she's aware of nothing more than his mouth at her neck, his hand inside of her, and the way he feels in her hands. She takes a deep breath and his scent -- sweat, musk, cooking, and something that's uniquely him -- sends a shiver down her entire body.]

[ Hei can feel the dull blooms of pain as her nails rake pink furrows across his back. The sensation mixes with those little whimpers she makes, until he can feel his head buzzing, like a million wasps are zooming around trying to hammer a way out. His breathing is already thready, he knows that, and from the prickle of heat along his face, he has to be flushed. Certainly he's overheated. Excited. Buzzing all over. ]

[ Dragging his teeth against the bridge of Korra's collarbone, sucking up a reddish snake-trail of welts along her smooth skin, he yanks his hand free from between her legs. In the next beat, he's hooked both sets of fingers around her waistband, peeling her jeans off and tossing them somewhere on the floor, because the more skin the better, the better he can touch her and taste her. He does the same with her hoodie, yanking it off with a sharp jerk that probably snags her hair and jostles her breasts which are cupped in that satiny printed brasserie. ]

[ The fact that the underwear clashes like springtime and blackouts doesn't even register. He's more interested in the geography of Korra, in the smooth architecture of curves and its framework of bones. Ribcage, hips, wrists, thighs -- everything he's measured and memorized in his palms. Just before snapping open her bra and tossing it across the room, he thinks briefly that she looks like a pinup girl might. Although a pin-up girl wouldn't wear such frilly underwear; wouldn't have faint indents underlining her breasts where the underwire has dug into her soft, giving skin. ]

[ With both hands, he cups her breasts, full and pretty, slightly damp with heat. Takes them to his mouth, one by one, as if it isn't a nest of biting teeth and swiping tongue. ]

[It's give in or ruin clothing. Not that she really cares what happens to her underwear, but she really likes that hoodie -- it'd be a shame to rip it in the heat of the moment.

He bites her breasts and she chokes, feeling an electric shock travel straight from breast to groin. Every time he switches to one breast, the other aches, begging for renewed attention. Why can't people have two mouths? It'd be so much easier that way. The thought makes her snort.

But no, this isn't the time for silly thoughts like that. There is a much more serious issue at hand.] Hold up. [Groaning, she shoves him off with no small amount of force.]

You have too many clothes on. [She's down to her panties, and he hasn't even taken off his shoes.] If you want to keep touching me, strip. [She's never liked his habit of keeping his clothes on while stripping her naked. It's about time she actually did something about it.]

[ Hei makes a noise of irritable protest as she shoves him off, his mouth popping free from her right breast. The colossal, unquenchable want he's trained himself to suppress is beginning to eat into his self-control. Still, he scoots back, sitting up on his knees when she asks him to strip. He's not sure how it always ends up this way. Him almost fully-dressed and her practically nude. It's the same sort of greediness that Amber used to spark, but somehow it's very different. The fact is that Korra boils with heat, yet there's something so innocent about it. Inviolate. Each time, he's reminded -- no matter how she lets him penetrate her, and she's permitted him so far every way of which he's capable -- that the girl remains, at her core, impenetrable. There's something heartbreakingly absurd and magical about that. ]

[ About her. ]

You drive a hard bargain.

[ It's dry, but somehow raspy too. After a beat, he slips off the bed and stands up, shirt untucked and half-buttoned, hair tousled, crotch unavoidably at her eye level. Toes off his shoes, and lets his fingers travel down the buttons before he shrugs the shirt to the floor, making it a stylistic show for her, the bastard. After stepping out of his pants, carelessly, leaving on the boxers beneath, he drops back to the bed on top of her, catching himself just above her face. ]

[ Kissing her -- full, wet, biting, yet somehow sweet too, he asks, ] Happy?

[Good. She smiles, sitting up just a bit so she can watch him strip down. It's an effort to bite back a laugh at the little show he puts on. It's not that there's anything remotely laughable about his naked body -- far from it -- it's just the artifice. It reminds her of the little routines probending teams would do as they entered the arena. Fun, but everybody knew the real show was in the match itself.

He settles back onto her and she wriggles happily beneath him, savoring the feel of skin against skin.]

Very. [Murmured against his lips before she shifts her weight to try and flip their positions. She doesn't really expect it to work; mostly the effort is a reminder that she wants it rough tonight, a real fight.]

[ Hei is very nearly unbalanced when she tries to flip him. But in this position, his weight is secure, knees bracketing her on each side. His palms settle on her wrists; he watches her dark-nippled breasts bloom full, then flatten as he stretches her arms over her head, a thrill of defiance mingling with the want. He dips his head, his mouth moving in paradoxes of pressure against her, hard-soft, brutal-playful. With his weight full on Korra, their chests pressed together, skin damp with the fine-sheened beginnings of sweat and the mushy thuds of their heartbeats resonating against skin, he indulges her thirst for competition a bit. Teases, more like; like a cat teases a small child that just wants to touch its tail. He allows her to get close for more kisses, lips parted, tongue darting to taste her mouth, then moves just out of reach, repeating this play each time she tries to take control. ]

[ It continues in this vein, until he slips one of her wrists loose, his hand dropping down to her panties. He grabs a fistful of the material at her hip, and says, ] I'll buy you new ones, [ right before he tears them free with a stinging snap, like rending paper, each thread of lace making a tiny popping sound as it parts, nearly pulling out two or three pubic hairs with it. ]

[Normally having her hands pinned up like that fills Korra with a queasy nervousness, and she can't break out of his grip fast enough. But tonight the fear is a thrill, shooting through her body and tangling itself with desire until she can't tell the two apart. She struggles to break free, except he doesn't give way, not this time. She is well and truly trapped (without pulling some dirty tricks, at least), and somehow that just stokes the heat between her legs. She growls as he teases her lips, frustration building up desire. He is a cruel, cruel man and right now, she wouldn't want him any other way.

She doesn't notice the sting as he rips off her panties, or her instinctive hiss of pain. He's loosened his grip on her wrists, which means she can break one hand free. She darts it down in the blink of an eye, sliding into his boxers and grabbing it with a yank, then a hard twist to let him know she isn't going down easy.]

[ He wasn't expecting her to yield without a fight. When has she ever? ]

[ When she slips her hand down into his boxers, fingers wrapping around his cock, it makes his hips jerk and the long muscles in his thighs twitch; makes his breath stutter before he lets it out with a Mmm. His cock tics in her palm, already sticky with anticipation. The more viciously she yanks, the brighter red-hot pulses of pleasure spread over his groin and up his spine. But in the next blink he's snatched up her wrist again, pinning it with the other arm. Lowering his head, he bites her jaw, tongue circling her ear, and sucks the lobe on a messy, needy impulse, tugging it between his teeth. ]

Don't make me tie you down, [ he breathes into her ear, his eyes so dark that pupil and iris are indistinguishable, even this close. It's not a promise so much as a honey-edged threat, though there's nothing sweet in his expression. Crooking his thigh between her legs, he lets it press against her sex -- hard -- the tuft of Korra's hair prickling and scratching his skin as he rocks it back and forth, until a faint smear of her slickness covers him, until she's impatient for more specific kinds of friction. ]

[She growls when he takes her hand away and pins her down again, more tightly than before.]

Control freak. [The words are an insult, her tone annoyed, but the way her body squirms beneath him indicates how much she really enjoys it. She bucks her hips, trying to grind herself harder against him, but an increase of pressure won't change his leg into what she wants.

She brings her leg up hard & fast against his erection -- hard enough to hurt without making it seem like she wants him to stop.] Come on!

[ Hei makes a hot, muffled noise as her leg knocks against his groin, fingers clenching around Korra's wrists. The pain sparks and flares, all high-pitched colors, and, oh, good, startlingly so. Each time she rocks underneath him, he's reminded (as if he could forget) of his cock riding against her belly, brushing along her curly mons, open between her parted thighs. He doesn't respond to her angry demand, or her jab at what he is. Instead he kisses her, his lips a hungry, bruising slide against hers. Keeping her pinned, he braces his legs on either side of hers, weight settling firmly on her body. Taking what he wants from her mouth, which is a slow thorough exploration, as if all the nerve-endings he cares about are centered in her face. Licking a languid yet combative story into the kisses, fucking her with his tongue. ]

[ Let her wriggle and gripe all she wants. He's going to go at his own pace. Take his sweet time with stretching her patience to the snapping point. ]

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