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Seriously?

[Wow. Okay. What? There's no way. He's joking. Korra stares at him, utterly gobsmacked that he'd even joke about the possibility... and uncertain what she would do if he was serious. She honestly has no interest in tying him down; that's not the kind of power play she gets off on. She wants to break his control, not take it away. She wants to fight and win, to be handed a challenge and overcome it. She wouldn't know what to do with him if he was tied down. At the same time, she feels like she might say yes just out of curiosity.

It's a moot point, of course, because there's no way he's serious.]

[ Her face looks as close and as far as the moon underwater at that moment. It has that same shimmering, shifting quality, without ever quite seeming to move: a tremulous shudder of emotion just under the surface. For someone like Hei, it's easy to read. Opacity is an irresistible challenge, as the phrase goes -- and he understands that's what Korra is stimulated by. It's how she was raised. Only an entitled narcissist is interested in easy pickings -- no chase, no finesse, just the final catch. But what she doesn't understand is that control isn't quite as black and white as she believes it to be. Even when they're fucking -- when he's holding the reigns, seemingly in-control -- it's her satisfaction he's aiming for, as much as his own. ]

[ When it comes to physicality, power is an ephemeral thing. ]

[ He doesn't know how to explain that to Korra. Instead he threads his fingers through her hair, mussing it lazily as sunlight filters hemoglobin red between its tangled waves. ]

You wouldn't know what to do, if it happened.

[ It's not Yes and it's not No. It's simply a gentle statement of fact. ]

[She sticks her tongue out at him, because he's right.]

So come on. Other than the one thing we've established several times I have no interest in doing, what haven't we done yet?

[ He catches the pink point of her tongue between gentle teeth -- a playful bite that melts into a quiet, lingering kiss. When he draws back, the smile on his face is faint -- It always is, with Korra, not wholly open but it's getting there by degrees, and isn't that what matters? Circling both arms around her, he rolls until she's on her back, and he's settled between her thighs, and it's a testament to all the freakishly extensive physical training of his past that the whole move is a lot more graceful than it should be. ]

Like I said. Lots of things.

[ He'll get to them in a minute. Or several. Right now he's more interested in erasing the extra space between them. His body is a solid heat as he makes himself heavy over her, arms bracketing her on either side. Leaning in, he mouths softly at the corner of her lips before coaxing them open, his tongue gliding in and re-learning all those secret places inside her mouth. It starts out as almost a perfunctory thing, but diverges from there. He takes what he's always wanted from her, imposing on her a slow greedy exploration, seeing if she'll let him. Almost still, except for caressing lips and tongue, and his hands making slow soothing sweeps along her flanks. Once in a while he rocks a little, as if reminding them both that his hard cock rides against her damp curly mons, right between her widespread thighs. ]

[ But that's not what he's interested in. He wants to test her patience -- in a few ways he hasn't yet. No progression beyond the slow, purposeful kisses. Keeping everything exquisitely intense, as if all the nerve-endings in her body are centered in her face. ]

[She holds out longer than he might have expected, because she's not at her full energy level yet, and kisses are really, really nice. It's a few minutes before her body starts squirming against his, trying to increase the friction, and longer still before she murmurs with a grin against his lips]

I hate to break it to you, but we've kissed before.

[ Hei's hands curl into the sheets as she squirms against him. There's a flush to his mouth, lush and spit-slick as his tongue traces his lower-lip. ]

It gets a little more interesting.

[ He kisses her again, and this time there's a sharp bloom of hunger to it, a wash of ferocity. Still, he takes his time, all the time he's ever wanted, advancing nothing. She's behaving so far, which is both delightful and a stark difference from usual. But underneath he can feel that spring-coiled tension that creeps over her: the impatience, the wriggling. But he doesn't touch her -- not anywhere that isn't strictly proper. It isn't as if he isn't enjoying himself; his erection throbs with a reedy pulse against that soft thatch between her thighs. But it's a long time later, their lips bruised and swollen from the urgency of his kisses and a breathiness closing his throat, that he pulls away from her. ]

[ Casually, he lets his fingers stray down her length; dabbling lightly in her moisture, then pushing inside. The digits slide fluidly between her lips and begin to stroke. He bites one last kiss, and there's a playful heat in his eyes as he murmurs, ] I was thinking. About that time ... In the shed. [ He's never brought it up, because sometimes he wonders if Korra's ever forgotten his callousness that night. Mostly he's maintained a polite silence about that fiasco of a sexual encounter, since they're on relatively good terms with each other now. ]

[ Still, the atmosphere feels open enough for him to remark, ] You know what surprised me, about you?

[She's ready to grab him and start pushing the issue when he finally pulls away and directs his attention where it's most desired. With a little sound of pleasure-need, she snaps her legs shut around his hand, trying to make it so he can't pull out.

Her body's burning hot enough that the mention of the shed doesn't bother her. Not that it would have bothered her much anyway. It's far from her favorite memory, but in the grand scheme of traumatic experiences, it ranks pretty low on her list. She gives him a lust-hazed look of curiosity.]

What?

[ There's a half-smile as she clamps her legs around him, trapping his hand. In reply he twists his wrist, wedging his hand more comfortably between their bodies. He's slipped two fingers inside her down to the knuckle, and he's bearing down with the heel of his palm, his thumb slipping teasingly across her clit. When he speaks, his voice is soft, his mouth nestled close to her ear. ]

Turns out you're the opposite of what I imagined. You're easy. [ It's murmured between another taste of Korra's mouth, lingering on her bottom lip with his eyes half-closed, feeling his wrist ache as he rubs and coaxes and feels her clench slicky around his fingers. ] Easy to get you hot. Easy to make you come. [ His fingers make squelching noises as he pushes them deeper with each pass of his hand, rubbing now against that spot that always makes Korra rut against his thumb, makes her breathing hitch and her chest shudder so deliciously against him. ]

[ Quietly, he asks, ] You've always been like that?

[Easy? Korra's not entirely sure she likes the way that sounds, though it's hard to be annoyed when he's pressing that particular spot and making her feel dizzy with need. So much so that it takes her a moment to realize he asked her a question.]

Uh...I don't know? [She's never really thought about it. When she first tried masturbating at 11, she'd thought it was boring and didn't understand what the fuss was about. She's not exactly sure when she tried again, why she tried again, and when it became fun.]

Why?

[ There's a twinge of -- something in her expression. Annoyance. Uncertainty, maybe. He blots it out with a kiss, sharp as a bite, before replacing it with the warm flutter of his breath. ] It's a treat. You're not hard to please. [ That careful deliberation that lies behind his every word and movement is absent. That's probably why it doesn't occur to him that he's inadvertently telling her something about his past experiences. Something he doesn't yet realize he is revealing. That the sex with other women isn't always so satisfying. That most of his flings or serious relationships -- Amber included -- could be hard to please. Frustrating. That the amazingness of the sex with Korra is really about her, and not just about sex. She shouldn't assume he's like this all the time. ]

[ Right now, none of that seeps in, though. Instead he wrenches his palm away, quite without warning. Feeling for her hand, with sticky, slippery fingers, he guides it to her sex. Laying his own neatly on top of hers, he presses her middle finger into the wet cleft and begins to move her hand slowly. Catching the shell of her ear between light teeth, he traces his tongue across the rim -- a hot moist flick -- before murmuring, ]

I want to try something. Tell me when you're close.

Hey! [She bites his chin when he pulls his hand away, only a little mollified when he replaces it with hers. (The inadvertent revelation goes unnoticed for now, but she'll register it later and wonder if it means what she thinks it means.)]

What is it? [She asks as she works herself up, knowing he probably won't tell her]

Just clearing up a few misconceptions.

[ Those static ideas Korra seems to have. About control, about the differences between taking it and breaking it. ]

[ Propped on an elbow, he watches her appreciatively; the way she's sprawled on her back, legs fanned open and one small hand starfished between them, hair tangled across the pillow. Both their breathing is a raspy in-out in the sunlit stillness. A familiar flush of heat oozes from the base of his spine and begins to spread out over his skin. The first little flutters gnaw at his self-control. But he stays steady, his palm a dead weight riding on top of hers as she strokes herself. Learning her rhythms, her patterns, while the more whimsical part of his mind stays arrested by the sight of her charms in this red streak of morning gleam. ]

Like what? [It takes her a little bit to get into it, because she keeps waiting for him to take over. But he doesn't. He's not controlling her movements, just following along. She can take this at whatever speed she wants.]

[ He turns his head towards her, brushing at her lips. His mouth moves against hers as he speaks. ] Be patient. You'll find out. [ The whisper, like his lips, is gentle and coaxing and the opposite of probably everything he's been with her since the start of their fling, and more. There's a reason he isn't taking over right now, though. He wants her to be aware of exactly what she is doing and yet, at the same time, to be conscious of nothing but her mouth and her sex. It's not a team effort -- but it feels like one; his hand rocks together with hers, even if it's more accurate mimicry than forceful motion, Hei angling his head to lick the first bloom of sweat from Korra's neck, mouthing away salt. ]

[ It's a long time before he whispers, ]

Tell me when you'll come.

[Patient. Why is he always telling her to be patient? She is plenty patient he's just maddening. She'd tell him that, but she can't spare the breath. The only sign she can give of the impending climax is a faint whine.]

[ He feels her climb, the catch in her breathing and that stutter in her hips, her low whine firing each nerve beneath his skin like neural sparklers. Almost forgotten, the hand covering hers pushes down hard and pins her in place. ]

Stop.

[ He knows she's probably going to bite his head off in frustration. Almost to circumvent that, he presses his lips against hers, hunger and heat in the way he forces her mouth open, but sweetness in how his tongue glides inside, kissing her like they'll both find the patterns of some mystifying koan in the roof of her mouth. Staying away from the charged sensitivity of her exposed clit, his fingers dip briefly into the oozing slickness below. There is a strange clenching and unclenching spasm going on in her muscles. Bizarrely, it matches the cadence of his pulse, of his erection curved against his belly. ]

[He knows her so well.] Come oooon! [The words are muffled against his mouth, and she squirms around his hand. Will you just let her in on the plan here?! UGH!]

[ The Plan -- such as it is -- will sink in as he continues. For now, he gathers her in against his chest. Cradles her, rocks her, never stops kissing her. He isn't consciously calming them both down so much as he's simply concentrating on her mouth. He can feel the hear rising up in Korra, steep and fast. Yet he kisses her without any sense of escalation, feeding on her lips and tongue languidly. As if he has all the time in the world. His hands travel down her body, slow soothing whorls that match each patient sipping kiss. His erection remains between them, thudding with pulse, prodding her belly. But it doesn't appear to interest him nearly as much as her mouth. ]

[ It's a long, long time before he ends the kisses. Again, he guides her hand back between her legs. Uses the rhythm she'd shown him earlier, his fingers spreading the slickness across those plump lips and her increasingly twitchy clit, before dipping lower. Slowly, he winds her up to the edge, and again, just before that final flutter, he stops. Repeating the pattern, over and over, seeing how far he can take her without Korra allowing herself to be pushed over. ]

You know... the fact that you're a tease...isn't exactly new... [Not sure at what point she says this, because what little meaning time ever had for her has been eradicated by his mouth and his touch. It's like they've been doing this forever, and will keep doing it forever. (She doesn't really mind.)]

[ Hei huffs out an almost laugh, silencing her by letting his hand trail upwards, slipping two fingers into her mouth. He shushes her with a faint smile -- because there's something he wants to show her. That it's both easy yet not, to lose yourself in sensation. To just let it rush over you, make it about the experience rather than the realities, the person. It's how he got through his earliest missions, back when he was assigned to exploit low-level marks. ]

[ Before he learnt to always keep the core of himself controlled, aloof, under the surface illusion of passion. Before he learnt that control is, at its rawest, quite a complex thing. It never truly runs in one direction unless it's rape or abuse. ]

[ He stretches against her, warm and indolent like a giant cat, and lets his fingers play with her damp pubic hair idly. Dips his head, nuzzling the warm space between her breasts, and then he's sucking at her nipples, biting at them playfully with his teeth. ]

No. It's not new, [ he concedes, a small tick of amusement tugging the corner of his mouth. ] But who has control here?

[ It's not him, not really. Korra can tell him to stop, can call the games to a halt, can make herself come any time she likes. The real question is: what is stopping her? ]

[What a dumb question.] You're the one with the plan. [A plan that seems to involve just teasing her endlessly.]

[ Hei pushes two fingers back inside her, feeling that little pulse that throbs in her moist sex. His lips are feathery, lazing on her breasts, his hand stroking her sex more roughly but slowly. When he regards her, it's with a strange expression. Both remote and affectionate. ]

But going along with it ... that's your call.

[ A concept she doesn't seem to grasp. If consent is withdrawn, then ultimately power lies in the hands of the person who might refuse it or withdraw it. ]

[Her expression is -- largely aroused, but also confused. Yeah, she'd agreed to go along with this, but that doesn't mean she has control. He's still the one steering.

(We won't even get into how he's already proven that consent only has power when your partner respects it.)]

[ He's aware he hasn't always respected those unspoken rules of consent. It's there, floating like a miasmic banner, radiating from her flushed, unguarded face, those cruelties he'd inflicted on her because he didn't -- sometimes still can't -- see her as a person. Just a conduit between him and the oblivion he craves. And then that Bad Night, the oblivion hadn't been enough for him, and he'd thought to snatch something stronger by forcing himself on ... ]

[ He shakes his head clear. The memory stabs him now, sickens him in that moment as much as the times he'd been cursed to attack Yin. Fuck, what if he'd chosen some other way? Kept a clear head? Waited for any permission from her eye or lip? Of course the warped thing he is can't know that, can't do it. Has trouble accepting it even now. What seems so very simple and right to any decent human being --- would never occur to a monster. ]

[ Even one trying to be better. ]

[ Swallowing, he places a trail of kisses, from her jaw down to her throat. Fine, he's the one steering. Fine, he's taken on the entire responsibility of the when, the where, the how and how often she gets off. But here, now, it's still her choice to say, Stop. (And maybe that's the lesson he's leaving her as a parting gift? The fact that if someone doesn't respect your consent, you shouldn't be with them at all.) ]

[ Feathering his lips along her earlobe, he murmurs, ]

If you say No, I stop. If I don't, you kick me out of bed. Does that make sense?

I'm not the one who needs the reminder. [Do you really have to call up unpleasant memories during happy sexy funtimes, Hei? Do you?

And at this point, she's pretty sure his only plan is to drive her crazy, which isn't so much a plan as it is his #1 talent. Ask him to try something new -- he does his same amazing-but-familiar tease routine. She nips his neck.]

So what happens if I say Is this the best you've got?

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