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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. ]

[She can't flip the tables with brute force alone. He's got leverage and gravity on his side.

So she stops fighting. She lets her muscles sink into the bed, loose and relaxed. She rotates her wrists slowly -- and then yanks them free. She pushes his shoulders, using the momentum from her arms to help her sit up. She may not be able to push him on his back, but she won't make it easy for him to get her down again.]

[ She puddles under him, boneless, melting, but Hei knows better than to mistake it for acquiescence. Even so, there's a small flicker of surprise when she wrenches her wrists loose. Except she can't shove him down; the most she does is draw the fine thread of his control that much thinner, a spider's skein wrapping around them, the air vibrating and gathering charges before it severs. He breaks the kiss when she pushes his shoulders, and his smile creeps a little wider, something between lazy and sharp. ]

You shouldn't have done that.

[ It's all he murmurs, before grabbing her hips and flipping her over. He seats himself by the edge of the bed, pulling her wrists tightly into his left hand as he yanks her naked body down over his lap so that her legs dangle over the floor. A warm hand drifts up her thigh, glides over the curve of her ass, stroking almost contemplatively. His voice is barely above a whisper when he says, ] I've wondered how these would look all red.

Waah! [He tugs her onto his lap like she's a tot and seriously, has he ever been in this position himself? Does he think this is supposed to be at all comfortable? His legs are bony, and they dig into her torso. It's a very unsexy kind of pain.

I've wondered how these would look all red. If he thinks she's going to let him spank her like a toddler, he has another thing coming. Korra enjoys pain plenty, but not being treated like a child.]

You're just gonna have to keep wondering.

[She rolls onto the floor, taking advantage of his grip on her wrists to tug him down with her.]

You can always veto if you don't lik --

[ He's cut off when she yanks him down with her. ]

[ Hei's knees knock off the floor, and he nearly breaks a tooth on her collarbone. But instead of protesting or straightening up, he sucks and gnaws at her neck, drawing vivid red welts, choking back something almost like a laugh against her, hungry to leave selfish marks everywhere so she can't wear anything but full-sleeved turtlenecks for a week. The floorboards creak under his shifting weight, cool and textured-polished. Yet there's a startling comfort in the press of their bodies. The hot, painful, staggering fact of skin on skin. Straddling her, he kisses his way down her torso; lingering on the strangest places. Biting at her armpits and the insides of her elbows, tonguing the sensitive side-swells of breasts, and the ticklish slope of belly, nipping her kneecaps and calves and the soles of her feet. He drags short nails and blunt teeth along her thighs -- and his mouth is hot as it covers her between her legs. ]

[Is she laughing or moaning? She's too dizzy with pleasure to actually tell. She squirms and grinds against him, instinctively trying to guide his mouth even as she enjoys the unconventional attention.

She turns her head and catches sight of Reinbach under the bed. The little cat looks frightened, as though he doesn't understand what's going on but he's quite certain that he doesn't like it. He starts mewing pitifully, and Korra chokes on a laugh. This is ridiculous. She's fucking Hei on the floor right next to her bed, being peeped on by a terrified cat. It's like a joke. A hot, maddening, incredibly sexy joke.

But there's nothing funny when his mouth finally covers her clit. She screams, bucking her hips up against his mouth, demanding his satisfy her aching need.]

[ The sound of Korra's scream, worming up his spine and slithering across the back of his skull, makes Hei hotter, as if it's the sweetest song in the world. Grasping her knees, he forces them back, spreading her helplessly wider. His eyes are intent on her, an upward flash of blue-black as he traces the sight of her spilled across the floor, her neat little sex laid open, then the expanse of her belly, the two tips of breasts, her head lolling back and her small mouth half open, gasping -- all tipsy and blissed-out. Beyond her, under the dark recesses of the bed, he sees the cat's eyes glinting, staring at him in paralyzed horror, as if to say, What do you think you're doing?!! ]

[ He exhales a rumbling laugh against her, his tongue teasing and exploring, lapping and fluttering between her legs, his nose skimming her clit and then the hungry suck of his starving mouth as he all but tries to swallow her, sucking her hard, messy, relentless, with barely a pause for air. ]

[She screams, her eyes squeezed shut now, all of her focus on where is mouth is touching her. She grabs his hair and pulls hard, trying to draw him in closer. She's so close to coming -- all it wil take is just a little more--]

[ All the hair on the nape of his neck all a'prickle; her cries reverberate through his bones, singing in his sinews. The way she yanks his hair sends green-and-yellow stars bursting behind Hei's eyes. Just by the way she flutters and thrashes, by the way her breathing ratchets higher, he can tell how close she is. Holding her pinned down with both hands, Hei sucks her clit hard into his mouth and uses his tongue to press it delicately against his teeth. Stringing her desperation that much tighter, licking in wet flicks of tongue and teasing in hot puffs of air, letting the crest encroach and boil almost to the surface -- ]

[ And then he stops, and lets her go, leaving her dangling at the very tip of orgasm. ]

Wha- COME ON! [Her orgasm is so close, she's ready to just reach down and finish it off herself, but he's got her hands pinned down. ASSHOLE. She squirms, kicks him hard, tries desperately to break free because she'll die if she has to stay like this. Her body will explode from frustration and need and it will be all his fault!]

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