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Hnnnnnn. [She settles back on her knees, partly to encourage his fingers to go deeper, partly to free up her own arms to explore his body. She runs her hands down his chest, giving his nipples a little twist just because she can. She knows he doesn't feel much there. Moving down from his chest, she traces his abdomen, running her fingers along the edge of each muscle and bone.

She loves his body. She loves its flexibility, its agility, its deceptive strength. She likes how he hides it behind baggy clothes, as though the truth of it is a secret just for her. She loves the scars that cover his skin, proof that his strength isn't just for show, that this body isn't just a hobby. (Proof also that he has a reason for his jagged edges, and he wasn't just born cruel.) She trails slow kisses down his neck and shoulders, choosing usual places -- the back of his neck, between his collarbones, just above his armpits -- to leave little bite marks.]

[ At the sound of her cry, an odd adolescent feeling creeps over Hei: the breathiness, the quivering, the raging desire to push his hips against her, to align their bodies and sink into her. But he doesn't. Doesn't amp up the friction either -- not beyond anything that isn't strictly soothing. It isn't as if he isn't enjoying himself; as Korra presses herself against him, his erection thrums with a reedy, helpless pulse against her skin. But he doesn't try to snatch control, either. Instead he fluidly pushes a second finger into Korra to join the first, simultaneously stretching her wider and moving deeper. Enough to make her body take a nervy-vervy notice, but nowhere near enough to take her over the edge. ]

[ Korra's fingers and mouth are hot against his skin. A sharp twitch takes him with each kiss, each bite. His pulse thunders. Every inch of him waking up and reaching, like climbing weeds, toward sensation. There is a strange heat in her touch, as if she is trying to press some sort of secret message into his body. The air Hei drags sharply down into his lungs seems, in contrast, icy cold, and he stares at their dovetailing light-dark limbs and the messy hair fanned around him, the warmth bleeding between them, trying to understand how the distance between two people can be so easily and abruptly closed. ]

[ It's a lesson in his scars that those who are built the way they are only understand the world as sets of rules that can be broken. Bent. Upturned and torn, put back together however it may suit them. But none of that applies here. Circling his fingers against the slick heat between Korra's thighs, her mouth and hands coaxing shudders from his body, he pitches upward to press a kiss, tenderly, at the pulsepoint at her neck. ]

Korra...

[ Not a demand. Not Faster or Harder or More. He says her name softly; exhales it at leisure over his tongue. Korra, sounding like a noise of both affection and satisfaction. ]

[At the sound of her name, she looks down at Hei and smiles. Presses a quick kiss to his lips before rolling off of him onto her side. Her body cries out in protest as his fingers inevitably slide out of her, but she ignores it, knowing he'll be touching her again soon enough. She wriggles so that his one arm is wrapped around her and she can rest her head on his shoulder; "cuddling" by any other name. But her real purpose had been to take hold of his erection again, caress it slowly with soft-hard fingers. She's in no rush to get him off, or to get off herself, but a part of her thinks how nice it would be to come like this.]

[ There's an almost incomprehensible stutter of protest when Korra rolls off him. Hard physical arousal thumps between Hei's thighs at the loss of her warmth. A belly-ache of need. When she nestles close again, he maneuvers until they're face to face, legs intertwined so she can feel the sharpness of his hipbone pressed against her sex, gently splaying the wet lips apart. In her curled hand, his erection is heavy, slick-tipped, Korra's fading bite-marks still stinging on his skin. He can hardly catch his breath. The entire surface of his body is burning from the friction. ]

[ Eyes shut, he buries his mouth in her neck, a quiet, broken sound struggling out of his throat. One hand starfishes at the hollow of her back, holding her close, while the other creeps between her legs again. His fingers slither back and forth over her clit, then down to the opening, feeling like there's river there and it has a course; it tells him what path to take, a sweet declivity made for his fingers or cock. Humming, he kisses the corner of Korra's throat and shoulder with an open mouth, down her breasts then up again with soft, mouthing movements. Each breath makes his chest shudder, heart trying to hammer at his ribcage. ]

[ Sucking Korra's lower-lip between his teeth, he breathes, ]

Fuck me.

[ Not Now and not I want it. He sounds almost like he's obtaining permission. His control is already tenuous, mind scrubbed raw. If she keeps this up, he's going to lose it and spill right in the hollow of her hip. ]

[She smiles tentatively against his lips.]

Not yet. [More a question than a statement. She's more than a little reluctant to let him go so he can get condom; the heat between them has built up so that the air outside them feels painfully cold. And she's so close to -- not an explosion, or a long fall, but a blooming warmth. She wants to enjoy it just like this -- skin on skin, nothing between them. As far as she's concerned, they have all night for everything else. (If he asks again, though, she won't resist.)]

[ Hei doesn't usually ask twice. He doesn't usually ask. ]

[ She says, Not yet. And the frustration of it overwhelms him in the most visceral way. But instead of pinning her beneath him to take what he wants, he gorges on her mouth. Kisses. So many of them. Slow, sweet, almost trembling at first, as if he's uncertain and caught between intensity and sweetness, all of it coming through in the way in way he nuzzles at her lower lip. Somewhere, within the burning, clumsy eagerness, this closeness has become infectious. It feels almost easy. It can't be late yet, Hei thinks, but he doesn't know what time it could be; it feels like an unreal late evening hour, blue and black and full of shapes and sounds but nothing intelligible to anyone except him and Korra, and even then, only sometimes. It can't be later than eight. ]

[ Hilarious, to imagine how his usual, meticulous self might categorize this, strange to think that this was what Hei usually prefers to shelve away in terse, cold phrases of rational terminology -- but instead of thinking about that, he stretches against her like a greedy cat. Pulls away from Korra's mouth and then drags her hand away from his erection, to kiss breathlessly at her palm, to scrape his teeth at the heel of her hand like he's trying to gnaw his way into her. A silent signal that her attention has become too much. Meanwhile, his own fingers, pressed between Korra's thighs, become insistent and fluid, fucking into her, telling her how much wants her. ]

[He gnaws on her hand and Korra laughs breathlessly. Message definitely, deliciously received.]

Fine, fine. [The words are long-suffering, but she sounds pleased. She tugs her hand away and kisses him.] Where's the condom?

Blue pack. Top drawer. Right beside you.

[ He's trying but not quite managing his usual quiet, clipped, operational voice. It's hard to manage efficient calm, with their mouths inches apart, heating the air between them. It's a pragmatic habit for Hei to grab the condoms himself, to control even this step. But right now, the world seems clear and unstrained, serene as water. Completely simple. ]

[ He closes the gap between him and Korra again, the motion quick despite how languid everything seems, and kisses her. Slides down her body, stretching again like a cat, arms taut and fingers tight in the sheets as he explores her with his teeth and tongue, running his nose down Korra's sternum to her belly, biting her hipbones. One hand coasts up the inside of her leg, stroking over the warm skin. The stripe of dark curls between her thighs is beaded with wetness, and Hei presses his mouth to it, tasting her. ]

[ He knows he's being distracting. But he also knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he'll be running on a short-fuse when they fuck. He doesn't want to stop touching or tasting her. He wants her deep down in his lungs, behind the miserable cage of his ribs, in the prosaic, dead slab he calls a heart. ]

[Hei you jerk! The thought is amused and affectionate as she moans and squirms against him. It's a real struggle getting to the condoms, and at one point she nearly brains herself on the corner of the nightstand as she loses her balance.]

Give me a moment! [She lightly smacks the top of his head, snorting with laughter, and turns back to the drawer. This time, finally, she manages to open the drawer and pulls out the entire blue pack. She rolls back over and tosses the pack at him.] There.

[ Hei hums out a sound that's more greedy than amused, his chin wet with Korra, trying to pin her in place with his hands gripping her thighs. The taste of her, thick and sweet, makes him feel drunk, his blood fizzing with want. His mind is full of a need he can't name. He slows just barely until she's found the condoms. Doesn't even protest when the pack hits him with a cardboard thunk, its contents rattling hollowly before it lands on the mattress. Instead, he teases and circles, flicks and laps, until his frustration starts pushing a low growl out of his throat. From below, Korra is somehow wildly pretty -- even more so than when she's looked at head on. Of course, Hei always thinks this, until he actually looks at her head-on and revises his opinion. Her cheeks all flushed, damp; her mouth a delicate swollen heart. Wildly pretty ... it's a perfect descriptor for her. ]

[ Easing her legs wider apart, he crawls up between them. Scrabbles for the pack, the gold condom squares scattering across the quilt like remnants of a money shower, sticking to their bodies as he drags Korra closer. Ripping the foil between his teeth, he slips the rubber on. The thirst that had abated for a few blessed moments, now overtakes him with a ferocity that blinds him. Angling his hips, he meets Korra's gaze with an expression both wary and feral -- except for something in his eyes that is hazy, almost haunted. Thrown wide open. ]

[ In a gorgeous slipslide, sweet and slick and enveloping -- he sinks into her. Hard. ]

[Korra screams, arching into him and clawing his shoulders. Hnnnnnng she had been doing so well at keeping quiet but there's no way Xing didn't hear that. All of the neighbors, too. Maybe even the whole neighborhood.

Korra doesn't care. She's too keyed up for shame, or to feel the pain of his rough force. He has the eyes of a predator, but he doesn't look at her like she's prey -- rather, she's a fellow predator, and he's not sure whether to fight, run, or trust. She wraps her legs tightly around him and bites his shoulder. Trust.]

[ Hei has long since given up on restraint. Just the sensation of filling Korra is enough to start that steep, delicious climb. His whole body pulses. He lets off a long, low, wordless growl, his heart racing and his breaths short and sharp. Korra's scream, her raking nails, the way she bites his shoulder as if a mallet has slammed a row of blunt nails right into his flesh, smear his sanity into a bright, bright red. All distracted thoughts vanish like bathwater gurgling down a drain, leaving a glorious red trail behind. ]

[ In truth, Hei doesn't understand what's happening, which doesn't make sense. All this is, is sex. That should be perfectly comprehensible -- a mechanical function he can perform half-drugged, because it's nothing but a movement of muscle and sinew, a displacement of posture. Korra doesn't have to reach through miles or cross broken glass to hold him; she merely has to wrap herself around Hei, to clutch him, inside, outside, with a sudden ferocity. Yet the beating of her heart fills his head, entering into his empty chest and driving the pump of insatiable lust. All he knows is that he never wants to leave. He wants to crawl into her skin, to put an end to his own torment. ]

[ When he starts to rock, it's in time with his ragged breathing. His eyes stay open, dark and half-lidded, showing Korra how every inch of the journey feels to him. Harder. Faster. More urgently. Again and again. He can't stop. Nothing in the world could make him stop, not sanity or calculation or logic. No spectre of everlasting ruin can compete with the hot, wet grip around his cock. Every thrust seems like it's the one that will force him to spend, but every thrust promises the next. ]

[Pai had been just on the verge of a doze when Korra's scream cut through the apartment.

Noisy. Amber had never been that bad.

Pai would ignore it, but of course now they're really going at it. She can hear her brother's grunts, the fierce rocking of the bed, and that girl's moans. How is she supposed to sleep like this?

She huffs a little with irritation, then goes to knock on her brother's door. She knows he'll respond immediately.]

[ Thud. Thud. Thud. ]

[ Hei isn't sure if that's the headboard clacking against the wall, over and over, louder and louder -- or something else. The knocks are too quiet, interwoven with a tinge of cool affront. As it is, he's rocking against Korra, straining upwards, feeling waves of pleasure coming in and out and in and out, harder each time -- he's grabbing handfuls of Korra's hair -- tiny, hard breaths jerking in his chest, forcing themselves out of his mouth -- and he clamps down his teeth against crying out, refusing to cry out -- ]

[ -- and in the hard, gasping, choking, sighing silence, the sentence, Something's bothering Pai blasts frigid and overwhelming into his mind. ]

[ The distraction shatters Hei's concentration, and he slows to a stop, loosening his grip on Korra's hair. But it's no good, he's already halfway to coming, wracked by hard physical spasms and with no thought in his mind but No. Yes. No. Dropping his head to the pillow beside Korra's head, he bites down a wad of sheet in his mouth and forces himself to hold still. His whole body trembles in something like pain, and his voice is hoarse, unmodulated, as he hisses, ] Shit. [ Then, on a breath, almost steadily, ] What is it, Pai?

[No. No. NOOOO. Korra whines and bucks up, trying to get their rhythm going again.] Don't. Stop.

[But of course he stops, because little sister is knocking. And Korra can't blame him but she really hates Xing right now. She whimpers and tries to hold herself still by clinging hard to him.]

You're too loud.

[ Hei swallows, embarrassed not for himself but for Korra, but also aroused, intensely aroused. When Pai says, You're too loud, he almost laughs, shakily, amused with the low drama of it all, despising it, too. Korra only makes it worse, clinging to him, so hot and sleek, physically supplicating. He shifts a bit, then wraps his arms around her, clinging hard, her cheek pressed against his jaw. (Part of him thinks, if they could only hold each other like this, skin to skin, it would be enough. Nothing else would need to happen.) He strokes the back of her head, smoothing her hair; his palm feels big enough to hold her skull inside it, and he's electrified with chagrin and desire. ]

All the time ... in the world, [ he reassures her in a whisper, breathing harder than if he'd just run up and down a hundred flights of stairs. Then, in a different tone, pitched calm and reassuring, he says to Pai. ] I'll keep it down.

I'm trying to sleep. [She offers, one last knife to the boner before returning to her room.

She grabs her headphones and turns on her ipod, just in case.]

There. Better be. [It's so hard to keep still, to keep quiet. She just wants to grind and moan and get fucked senseless, but she doesn't want to move until she knows Pai has returned to her bedroom.

...is she gone yet? Korra can't hear.]

Hmm.

[ Murmured to Pai, half-apologetic, half-assuasive. Hei listens to her light footsteps as she pads back to her room. There's a dim stab of guilt for ruining her nap. But before his thoughts spin off in that tangent, he slices them off, the threads flapping aborted and helpless. If he starts feeling guilty for Pai's situation, he'll never stop, bitter with remorse one moment, forceful and self-rationalizing the next. Sorry for bringing Korra over. Sorry she's not Amber. Sorry Amber isn't here. Sorry you're the only Contractor in the City. For all their closeness, the shared bloodshed, the pledging and promising, that fact that he'll always love her ... Still they're far apart. He can glimpse an interminable time ahead of him, of trying, and failing, to comfort his sister in her secret loneliness. ]

[ Amber is more present to him in the vacuum of her absence than she's ever been. Hei can't make her go. Pai holds her there, between them, between him and Korra, with her sullen silence. ]

[ Then Korra speaks, and the words glow bright-orange in his mind, erasing the murky self-doubt. Hei exhales and glances at her, his eyes shining beneath half-lowered lids, focusing on the plump curve of her mouth. For a moment he hovers to take in with his gaze what he's not seeing in his mind -- ripples of green hair, a wicked smile, a calculated topaz-colored stare -- and knows there'll have to be some other way to make sense of his life, to make Pai semi-happy. Because what he's just imagined, giving up Korra, going back to Amber if she ever arrives here, is a laughable absurdity. ]

[ Then he starts to kiss her, hard and hungry, and he forgets everything else. ]

[Korra wonders what he's seeing right now when he looks at her. There's something distant in his eyes, but not detached. She almost asks, but then he's kissing her and it doesn't matter anymore. She tangles her fingers in his hair and tries to pull him even closer. Come on! Even with the interruption, her orgasm is so close, and she feels like if it doesn't happen soon, she's going to explode.]

[ Kissing Korra, Hei feels her tense up insistently, the muscles in her body tightening under his clutching hands. He imagines her as a diagram in a book -- Korra being kissed, Korra getting fucked, and Korra being left well enough alone, the biological differences. Humming, he tips her thighs up and back to open her wider. Sinks down, rocking deep into her, and opens his mouth into the kiss, exhaling with relief, perspiring with restraint. A semblance of control had settled in the air around them when Pai knocked on the door; the world had expanded to include surroundings -- the furniture, the windows, the walls, the building The block and its environs had held their breath while he and Korra were fucking; during the interruption, they had let it out. ]

[ But not anymore. Hei feels everything in him, around him, stumbling and caving in. His right hand cups Korra's jaw. He kisses her over and over, as if trapped in a void without air. Sweat films their bodies, creating a slick melody as he moves, tight hot jabs, barely thrusting at all. He's so oversensitive from that aborted climax, the hard tingle in his balls backing up, a harsh weighty ache. Slipping his free hand between him and Korra, he lets a forefinger trace slow figure eights on her clitoral shaft, careful not to overstimulate that electric sensitivity of the exposed tip. He's quieter now, restrained, even as he can hear the liquid sounds coming from between their bodies and hear the suppressed quickening breaths rushing through his own nostrils. ]

[ Eyes open. Light-headed. Vulnerable. Unsure of what he wants and startled to discover that whatever it is, he can have it. He realises suddenly that this was what people are always referring to when they yammer inanely about being in somebody else's arms. ]

[Korra knows exactly what she wants, and it's to come. He's toying with her again, teasing her clit but not letting her tip over the edge. It's tempting to whine about let go of control, but she opts for something a little less serious instead.]

Is this my punishment for being loud? [The words are gasped out in a heated whimper.] Because some of that was totally your fault.

Maybe it's punishment ... for punishment's sake.

[ There is a tiny V-for-victory of a smile on Hei's face. His words are quiet, that aching open desire in his throat making every syllable raspy. His finger is replaced by the pad of his thumb, and with its slippery quickening pressure the controlled figure eights become crude zeroes, then frantic sloppy diagonals which focus entirely on her clit. Two short strokes later, he's back to his previous rhythm -- but a degree more controlled. His body presses heavily on Korra's breasts and belly; he exhales a soft noise, throaty and broken, and drives into her, faster and harder, the mattress complaining and shivers echoing through the tense chamber of his body every time he bounces off her pubic bone. ]

[ Kisses. More of them. Fiercer now, while that unknowing need aches between Hei's lungs and radiates across his groin, and makes him lose his breath in Korra's mouth. Korra, who doesn't know what she's doing to him. Who can tease and mewl and laugh with the same wild, overflowing breath like it doesn't matter and who probably, ironically won't realize the risks that come with knowledge, the price attached to seeing him exposed this way. Korra, who. Korra. ]

[She comes with a scream. She can't think enough to even try and hold it back; her only saving grace is how it's swallowed by his mouth. He steals the cry like he's been stealing every other piece of her. Parts she didn't notice were there until suddenly they were gone.

Her body trembles, her limbs suddenly feeling weak and sluggish as her climax fades and she sinks into the mattress. She looks up at him with hazy blue eyes, wanting to say something but words are all gone. The most she can manage is a twitchy little smile.]

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