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[She digs her teeth into his shoulder to muffle a sharp cry. She bites even harder as she clenches around him as tightly as she can, muscles screaming. She wishes he had more hands -- oh how she wishes he had more hands. Every place he touches aches when he leaves it. She wants his hands on every part of her, but there's just not enough and it's so frustrating. She's boiling beneath her skin, an explosion waiting to happen and her only hope is that she can take him down with her.]

[ Bright colors bloom behind Hei's eyelids. It's at either the bite of her teeth, or her cry, or the way she ripples around him. Maybe all three. There are so many sensations, from so many parts of his body, that it crowds his brain. He can't think about what any single sensation feels like. He can only pant in response. Under his stroking fingers, around his cock, Korra is sopping. Simmering-hot. A pulse of pleasure spreads over his groin and up his spine. The pressure on her clit grows, and he grinds his hips into her. Nuzzling at the spot beneath her ear, then along the curve of her cheek, his nose brushing hers before he angles his head to cover her mouth. His kisses are slow and probing, and he takes his time between her widespread thighs, not taking any particular rhythm, making them both wait. Clench, twitch, surge hard. Fingers flicking her clit in tight circles, his hips straining upward, a hard push, rubbing against the good spot inside Korra. Finding a rhythm. Or rather, finding her rhythm, and keeping to it until he urges her higher. ]

[ He's in no hurry to come just yet. He's more interested in watching Korra unravel. In analyzing every motion and pressure of his lips and tongue and hands on hers, trying to assure himself that she understands his silent contrition, that he needs this almost as much as she does. Maybe more. ]

[If his message is contrition, she's completely missing it. She really doesn't blame him for what happened to Naga -- and, considering his attitude towards everything else, it doesn't even occur to her that he'd feel guilty about it. Maybe if he had looked like himself at the time, she would have a harder time with forgiveness, but the monstrous form the curse put him in makes it easy to disassociate the two. The only things she senses are pressure, pleasure, and overwhelming need.]

[ Of course she'd miss it. Ennui has made of Hei a badly tuned engine, lurching forward in fits and starts, and underneath it -- the cause of engine failure -- the tar pit of rancid emotion, forever bubbling thickly beneath the surface. Korra isn't like that. All that energy flows through her like clear, crisp water. She's a goddamn wellspring of feeling, reckless, nearly blind with it. What, he wonders, would it be like to feel so young again? To see the world with new, eager eyes? The idea makes his head ache. At the back of his throat a sense of dead futility rises like bile, and he swallows it down, along with the guilt for not mustering real guilt. ]

[ He kisses Korra, over and over, as if to erase the bitter flavor from his mouth. One hand splays at the hollow of her lower-back. His other hand skims over her thighs and belly, before he finds her clit again. Letting her climb, in slow stages, with slow circlings of his thumb, giving and denying in turns. Korra's sex is slippery against his, and his free hand catches her leg, gripping at the back of her knee to keep her spread wide. ]

Come on.

[ Half coaxing, half peremptorily commanding, restraint and arousal mingling thickly in his voice. Gasping and swallowing over and over as he rolls his hips and grinds against her, everything slick. ]

I would -- [If you're let me is lost against his lips. He always pulls back, gives her some space, right when she's about to crest over. She growls a little and bites his lip, probably a little harder than she should.

And then -- she shudders, breaks, screams.]

[ Hei hisses, a metallic tang of blood creeping into his hungry kiss, while the walls of her sex almost push him out with their contractions. Bright, blinding flashes explode before his eyes, ebbing away only to be replaced by others. Jaw clenched, he slams in tighter, squeezing his cock into her. Keeps his eyes on Korra, staring. One arm is wrapped tight around her now, pinning her in place as she jerks like a marionette against him. His whole body trembles from tension -- trying to maintain the leverage to keep his hips rocking. He's choked with the sight of her, her eyes under those flickering lashes burning blue like blackout lamps, unnervingly bright. At every undulation, Korra's body seems to ripple, breasts jolting and stomach puckering, muscles working beneath her skin. ]

[ So beautiful. ]

[ He waits for the right moment in the shifting current of her climax to start rocking inside her again, to catch it as it ripples into nothing and hopefully start it building again. It'd be so easy, so tempting, to just let go and spill into her. But he's not done with Korra yet. Not by a long shot. ]

Hynng! [He catches her just as she's coming down and it almost hurts. She claws at his back, gasping between whimpers.]

Come. On. [JERK.]

Not yet.

[ His voice is ragged but wilfully mocking, his upper lip hitched up. They're so close together, everything hot and slick -- the noises obscene, wet -- Hei gripping harder and harder at Korra's hip, fingers pressing in so tight they'll stamp in bruises, his each stroke a little faster, and the one after that faster yet, while the temperature of Korra's skin -- outside, inside -- burns gloriously. He wants to see how much she can take. Each movement exacting, almost dictatorial, from the way his mouth catches hers, trading gasps back and forth, to the way his free hand snakes back between her thighs, the pad of his thumb riding against her clit. ]

Control freak. [She kisses her way down his neck to bite hard on his shoulder. She's not going to lose this round to him. She's going to make him come first if it kills her.]

Hnn.

[ Pain and pleasure bloom in equal measure. Hei's breath is coming hard; sweat breaking on his forehead. He feels a sharp throb of rebound sensation as the blood rushes into the space where Korra's teeth are sunk in. Swears quietly, teeth gritted, gasps ragged -- but almost grinning, with his eyes narrowed. He gnaws at a spot on her neck, tastes skin and salt-sweat while his fingers work fluidly, circling and flicking at her clit. He's not thrusting so much as grinding now, desperation creeping into his movements, the overwhelming goodness of everything pressing in on him, disparate sensations merging into a haze of pleasure. ]

[ He's not close, but he will be soon. Very soon. It doesn't matter. He wants that gorgeous look on Korra's face -- blind, half-drowning, breaking apart -- to be the last thing he focuses on before he blanks out. ]

[She's trying to think of the least sexy things possible. Sealblubber. Raw fish. Chekov's face. Anything to keep herself under control and make him break first. Problem is, she can't think. Her mind is blank of rational thought, filled with nothing but pleasure and vicious determination. She gnaws on his shoulder, claws at his back, one hand going up to pull his hair. Desperately trying to push him over before she falls again.]

[ It's not Chekov's face Hei's thinking of. His mind always functions on a multiplicity of levels. Even now, as the sensations swell like a song's chorus, everything in the room blurring to white-noise, part of him is flicking through all the ways he knows how to say This Blade Is Rusty in half a dozen different languages. His breath hitches, the rhythm of his hips stuttering for a second because he -- He's not coming, but it's only a matter of time. She's so fucking tight and wet around him, and he can't help the sharp groan that vibrates up his throat, lips hot at her neck. Almost every breath is shorter, deeper. More frantic. With each successive burst of pleasurepain -- Korra's teeth biting his shoulder, her nails tearing hot lines across his back, red spots blooming behind his eyes as she yanks his hair -- it's like she's scything away another steely layer of his self-control. ]

[ But he doesn't stop. Doesn't crumble. Growling, he snatches her hand. Kisses her, and kisses her, harsh and biting and greedy, rolling his hips against that good spot inside her, his hand gripping her wrist, pinning it above her head, while his other hand stays between her legs. No longer stroking her clit; instead it's a sudden sharp pinching, the kind that makes anyone spasm, scream, shake. ]

[She's going to get you for that.]

[ Score. ]

[ As the first reverberations of her climax hit, Hei exhales a jittery noise and jams himself into her, locked there, his body rigid and paralyzed. He's probably nicked her cervix -- he doesn't mean to make it hurt except that, in the moment, maybe he does. Maybe he just wants to leave something. A mark, a notch, a scar. His own crest comes in long shudders, tearing a groan from him that's more suggestive of pain and its release than of pleasure. It fades slowly, leaving Hei's throat full, his whole body shaking, feeling wrecked. He makes an involuntary sound as he drops his hand from Korra's wrist. ]

[ No afterglow, no sweet wind-down. He goes soft in her, on her, still sprawled close, heartbeat thudding and quieting in the cage of his ribs, his temples, and leaving him bonelessly twitching like some half-dead sea creature. ]

[Korra doesn't even notice the nick -- not yet, at least. She's riding the post-coital bliss for all its worth. When he drops her wrist, she takes the opportunity to wrap her arms around him and rest her head against his chest. (Maybe a part of her does notice the contrition, and takes advantage of it to steal something she doesn't get enough of.) She strokes his back, trying to soothe the scratches, checking to see if she drew blood.]

[ Even as she settles in, Hei's disposing of the condom before he forgets how his hands work, all loose-limbed and spent as he is. It's a combination of both uncanny familiarity with the bedroom's layout, and his precise aim, which means it gets tied off and thrown into the wastebasket with neat accuracy. He rolls onto his back, stretching an arm out behind Korra, so she's nestled securely with her head on his chest. He feels pleasantly empty, drowsy, enjoying her damp hair spread out everywhere, and the feverish warmth of her skin. Korra's stroking hands won't encounter more than a few contusions, sticky but already closing, across the scar-pitted surface of his skin. ]

Hope your back's okay, [ he says, though he doesn't really sound apologetic -- there's an idle half-smile on his face that's more satisfied that rueful. ]

You'd be able to tell better than me. [She presses a kiss to his chest and then buries her head against him, surrounding herself with warmth and a soothing darkness. She feels sore but pleasantly sleepy.]

[ If he's at all surprised by the affection, Hei doesn't let on. Instead his palm shifts, fingers skating up and down the bow of her spine, taking his time until their breathing falls together. Part of him badly wants a shower, a snack, some solitude. It's ordinary people -- civilians -- who hang around in bed like this. Civilians who want to cuddle. Civilians who share pillow-talk. Civilians who ... probably have some semblance of a heart. And right now Hei needs to be with somebody who has a heart. Even if that means that in the end, matters become too emotional. But he's long since stopped thinking of Korra in those terms. She's not just an asset or fuck-toy or an emotional liability or anything that can be described by a generic noun -- she's Korra. ]

[ Maybe -- eventually -- that name will stop sounding like a dead end or a mayday call in his mind. Maybe, with a couple thousand more swallows, those solid, prickly lumps of disquiet in his throat will stop forming. ]

[ Saying Go to sleep or Good night or even Take a breather, for some reason, seems both too intimate and too frivolous. And so Hei doesn't do it. He just lets his eyes slip shut, circles his arm around her, and lets her curl closer. ]

[She hums a little, surprised that he's not pushing her off, and pleased too. She lets the soft touch on her back lull her into a contented doze.]

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