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[ Mildly, Hei hitches his shoulders. ]

Better than lying.

[ As it is, he's distracted from the actual content of her complaint by the way she looks, the fabric molded so snugly around her breasts and shoulders, the thighs and bottom amply covered by the hem. On Pai it just looks like a baggy dress of the ragamuffin persuasion. On Korra it acquires the air of something both rumpled and sultry. Of course he's not lost on such a cloud of Lusty Boyfriendiness that he doesn't acknowledge there's more to her than that. Being around Korra is always like picking up a book to find that the volume does not match the dust jacket. Hers is a sleek girl-next-door porn cover, but the opening paragraphs are something else entirely. ]

[ Reaching out, he toys with the hem of her shirt, almost but not quite lifting it away from her skin. ]

So? Yes or no?

[Way to remind her of other things you could be toying with, Hei. Geez.]

Sure. [Although the way she leans in to kiss him is more distraction than encouragement. But that's his fault for messing with her hems.]

[ Hei's teeth snag at her lower-lip, a wet biting peck. His hands hover before her, wanting to be back in contact with her warm skin, because they tell their own story so well. Instead he tucks one hand, with an air of patience, into his pocket, slipping the fingers of the other through Korra's. He guides her to the low dresser with its narrow mirror by the futon. Settles crosslegged behind her, picking up the comb and dragging its teeth in slow rhythm through her tangled burnt-black halo. ]

[ The air, weighed by sunlight and dustmotes, feels curiously still as he draws the comb back from her forehead, gathering the hair around it, smoothing it through his fingers. He is keenly aware of the futon in the corner of the room, the sheets still rumpled. The sweetsharp tang of Korra's body heat lacing the air. ]

[ Strange, how bit-by-bit, she's seeping in everywhere. Leaving hair tangled, not just in his pillowcase or jacket, but in the teeth of his comb. Humming, a bright ferocious essence, in his lungs and sinews. ]

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[Korra closes her eyes as he combs her hair, feeling her body slowly melt like taffy left in the sun. Limbs heavy with contentment, muscles relaxed and pliant. Funny how she used to fight him, how everything used to be a competition and a struggle for control and now she is putty in his hands.]

[ If there's one lesson Hei has learnt, it is this: Given long enough, everything crumbles. It's a matter of pragmatic realism, not pessimism. This is how life is, and whether that dissolution comes in the form of a knife to the back, or with your windpipe crushed under the palm of a loved one is all about how you play the cards. Hei knows this because he's been that loved one -- morphed that emotion under his hands until it became mangled and deadly. Because trust, the thing Korra is so readily giving to him, is anyone's best weapon. He's not sure what to do with someone who hands him such a heavy anchor of it. Not sure how to treat someone whose hardness has turned to goo. His first instinct will always be to exploit and abuse, because he's so seldom known anything better. ]

[ Still. There's a part of him that wants to try. (How foolish.) ]

[With every sweep of the comb, he watches the luxuriant mass of hair fall against Korra's dark nape, only to be swept up again a moment later. One hundred good strokes, until it is one heavy silky sheath falling over his hands. Bringing his face alongside hers, Hei mouths softly at the point of her jaw. ]

Don't tell me you're asleep again.

No. [The response comes a beat too late to be really believable. ] And I was sick! You're supposed to sleep when you're sick! [She elbows him lightly, scoldingly, before wriggling back and reaching out to wrap his arms around her. Because cuddles.]

[ He's not quite sure where the afternoon is progressing, which is disorienting. Usually he has such a diagrammatic chart splashed in red and black behind his eyelids -- the How-Where-When. Against him, Korra gives off a fevery glow. But he doesn't mind it. It makes it cozier, spooning her, and adds a languor to the moment that is not at all unwelcome. ]

[ With a half-smile, he puts the comb away. By small increments and the slightest shift of posture, he allows them to spill sideways across the futon. Outside, clouds move away from the sun, slats of light burning deep golden through the skylight, throwing bright rectangles on the scene. Propped on an elbow, half-sprawled across Korra, Hei takes her in. Circled by a froth of cream sheets, the T-shirt riding up and her mussed dark hair on the verge of avalanche. ]

[ Dipping his head, he draws her into a warm hungry kiss, his palms stroking her through the cotton shirt. A little pushy, but mostly restrained. ]

[She grips his hair and pulls him in harder, kissing him with a passion that's languid and yet burns her veins. With one leg hooked around his, she hitches him closer and starts tugging at his shirt. He's already got a headstart on undressing her; she doesn't plan on letting him keep it.]

[ Hei hums, an approving little noise as her hand tightens in his hair. The kiss heats fast against Korra's mouth. But there's a lassitude in his movements as he lifts one hand to cradle her skull, the other wrapped around her waist. His hand travels down from her hips, greedily palming over her ass, before stroking the hot soft skin at the back of one thigh, right along the sensitive crease between leg and groin. ]

[ When she starts tugging at his shirt, his lips twitch faintly at the edges. He detaches long enough to strip the fabric over his head, then dives back in to slide both hands underneath Korra's tee. He licks a stripe up her neck, then nips at her ear, pressing a steady stream of kisses across her face as he slowly rucks up her shirt, rolling her under him as he goes. ]

No. [She pushes his hands away, laughing a little against his lips.] You still have too many clothes on. [Pants and underwear versus her one flimsy t-shirt. Korra reaches down to fix that problem.]

[ He grunts -- an irritable sort of good humor -- as she knocks his hands away. His palms itch with the urge to grab, squeeze, take. It is too much -- the sight of Korra, with her mussed up hair and bare breasts, the shirt bunched under her armpits, looking so wild yet soft. Too much, the smell of her and the warmth, dark and syrupy, making him dizzy as if he's had too much alcohol. Too good, this feeling of ridiculous, impossible sanctuary. ]

[ As if anyone can ever actually be safe when they are so close to someone. ]

[ Hauling in his breath, he half pins her under him. Gorges on her mouth in kisses, while he struggles with his fastenings. There's the click of the weighty belt buckle against the buttons of his jeans; the icy metal strikes their bellies as he flicks open his fly, shedding the pants, then the boxers, with a slow twisting kick. His erection juts against her hip, already half-hard. But there's no clamoring urgency in his movements. More as if he wants to tangle them up, to chase away every empty gap inside him. ]

[No fight this time. That's a nice surprise. Korra rubs herself against him, a reward for good behavior, and her hands run up and down his back. Her nails trace patterns across his skin -- sometimes hard, sometimes soft, but always governed by whimsy.

She doesn't know where this is going. Well, obviously it's leading towards sex, but she doesn't feel the greedy impatience that usually characterizes sex with them. Her blood burns, yet at the same time, she feels like they could just stay like this, like she could fall asleep in this tangle of limbs, wrapped in his warmth.]

[ With each drag of her nails, a fine tremor runs through Hei. He nudges his nose against her cheek. Sucks on her throat, her jaw, before catching her mouth with his. Gasping, biting, sloppy kisses with too much spit; he stops to swallow and tastes the lingering hint of muffins and sticky sleep. He'd had plans (lovingly cultivated between the removal of her T shirt and his clothes): lapping his tongue along every curve, sinking into her for a deep rolling fuck, listening to those pretty gasps and cries of hers. Working her over the way he hadn't been able to last night. But he can't seem to get away from her mouth, and the friction-hot rub of damp skin is too good. ]

[ It's a long moment before he breaks the kiss. Between them, the skylit air is heavy with the deep-gold warmth of noon. There's a dreaminess in Korra's eyes, an unresisting serenity. Amused, Hei dips to press a kiss to the divot between her collarbones, a hot sucking kiss over the pulsepoint at her throat as his hand travels up from her hip, skims the curve of her side to almost playfully pinch a nipple. ]

Don't fall asleep on me.

[ A half-scold, as he circles her nipple with the edge of his nail. ]

[She yelps, the sudden pinch taking her by surprise.] I'm not falling asleep! I'm relaxed. There's a difference.

[ There's a brief curve of a smile, pressed into her skin as Hei dips his head again, this time to worry the nipple between his teeth, slowly lapping his tongue in a circle until he gives it a wet, hard suck. His free hand shifts to snag the other, putting pressure for a little more symmetrical attention. His whole body feels hot against her, energized yet boneless, and that languor seems to infect his every muscle, making him do things at half-speed. ]

No harm in checking.

[ It's a quiet remark, breathed against the declivity between her breasts, before he turns his head, the greedy mouth fastening on her right breast now, drawing hard as his tongue stabs at the springy point of the nipple. ]

Oooooooh you suck [the pun would be intended but she's too distracted by his touch to do anything that clever. She tugs at his hair and writhes against him, teasing him as much as she can without using her hands. Hands are too easy to push aside.]

[ Hei exhales warmly against her, pulse speeding. She feels feverishly hot, the moist drag of skin on skin and the tug of her fingers in his hair sparking electricity along his spine. ]

[ Humming, he drapes his weight over hers to keep her from squirming away. Parts her legs over his wedging thigh and pushes against the tuft of curls at her sex, rocking his thigh up and down, feeling the heat and dampness there. Her ripe breasts are heavy and warm in his hands, handfuls of flesh, nipples hard against his palms. A strange sense of hunger pulses through him -- thick and syrupy-sweet and red, great dollops of it giving down. He isn't trying to please Korra now so much as he is lost in his own desires, his mouth pulling on one nipple, then the other -- a hot wet vacuum of pressure -- his mind only dimly aware of Korra wriggling under him. ]

[Why on earth would she want to squirm away? She squeezes her thighs around his, pulling him even tighter against her, and her moans get abruptly louder as it occurs to her that neither Pai nor Jinora are around. Sure, Hei says his room is soundproofed, but they don't always do it in his room. Most of the time they don't do it in his room. So yes, she's learned to at least try and tone it down, which makes it extra enjoyable when she can let loose.]

[ The noises that bubble from Korra flay the skin off Hei's body. Turn his nerves to quicksilver strings, taut and bright with anticipation. He's long learned to feel the more subtle signs of a person's escalating excitement. With Korra, there's that faintest rain forest-y scent that comes off her skin when she is wrought up, that he associates with her physical excitement. It’s those little things that can't lie. Like an instant chemical reaction, the blood rushes in his veins and prickles at the skin. His mouth floods with saliva, and his cock twitches, trapped between them, curved up so the bright red tip touches her belly. ]

[ He keeps working her breasts, teeth and tongue and moist suction, pinching them firmly now and then, until he can feel her heart pounding, her nipples dark and tight as walnut whips. With a half-smile, he moves lower, to gnaw Korra's stomach, rubbing his face against the dark smooth skin, feeling the warm flex of the muscles beneath. The little gurglings audible within. Faint bruises come up along the path of his teeth like purple roses of broken blood vessels. He buries his nose in her pubic patch, the hair rough and warm. Smiles into it, his gaze a dark blue flick as he regards her. ]

Spread.

[ The word ghosts hot across her mons, lazy and entirely without urgency. There's enough time to waste here. ]

[She whines deep in her throat, arching up against her will. (A distant part of her remembers when sex was a competition between them, when she made him fight to control her. Accurate or not, it feels like a lifetime ago. What happened to that girl?) She spreads her legs without resistance, only a half-grumbled Bossy bossy.]

[ What happened to that girl? As far as Hei is concerned, she's right here. Melting a path into the surface of his skull. Burning through like an ember through a page painted every color of his life. Throttling headlong into his brain, to nestle there like a tumor. A quail's egg shaped of heat-lightening. He has never seen anything burn so fierce trapped so close to the earth. ]

[ She grumbles, but complies. And Hei looks at her with hunger, but with something else, too, that isn't usually there. A knowing? A glint of tenderness, maybe. Shouldering in between her legs, he starts out slow. Printing a series of biting, openmouthed kisses to the inside of her thighs, hot breath ghosting over skin before his tongue laps in wet, soothing swipes. Taking her hips in his hands, he drags her closer. Hitches one thigh over his shoulder. His right hand starfishes over her pubic bone, in the springy curls, spreading her open. The other hand, after a beat, finds hers, fingers threading tight, squeezing. ]

[ The unexpected affection that rises up in his char-blackened heart pours itself forth through his lips and tongue. Long, wet stripes, from the slick cleft of her sex to her swollen clit. Lewd, sloppy, savoring. ]

[The affection does her in every time. She cries out, squeezing his hand hard enough to break the bones of someone more delicate, and her free hand claws the bed. He always knows just what to do, the exact way to touch her to melt any and all resistance. She feels like an instrument in his hands, each touch drawing out a different note from her.]

[ There. The first sensations catch her; she cries out and jerks, gripping his hand almost crushingly tight. Each sound is like a hot-red punctuation mark wafting far above in the sunlit air. Hei just gives a single breath of laughter against her inner thigh, feeling stoned, waves of excitement throbbing through him from brainstem to groin. He stays with her, increasing the pressure along her clit -- patient maddening strokes with the flat of his tongue. Drawing her up towards the peak, up but not over. He knows her well enough to ease off a bit, turning his attention to the gap of her sex, pinching the pubic lips slickly together, a spurt of moisture squeezing through the seam. Working her slowly, tongue and fingers there, tracing, curling, then sliding in and out. His pinkie, slicked with her, tries the dark pucker of her ass. ]

[ He wants to keep her brewing and steeping, instead of bubbling up to a white-hot shriek. Slow, slow; he doesn't want this to end too soon. Doesn't want her to come just once. This isn't about some flashy five-act performance. It's something as simple as wanting to please her. ]

[ (Because he doesn't know when -- if -- he'll have this chance again.) ]

[Korra has no idea what's going on in his head, what happened with Yin and how that messed with his feelings, the thoughts he's struggling with. She's certainly not thinking about the gate or the countdown to being separated. That will occur to her later, after she forces herself to confront the aftermath of what happened with Carla. For right now, all unpleasant thoughts are locked up in a dark corner of her mind and ignored.

His touch is definitely helping in that regard. She squirms, encouraging his finger to go deeper in her ass and to ravage her harder. Her moans are aching and a little frustrated. Tease!]

[ He doesn't want to think about the gate. It's a gut-shock, each and every time -- cold and sudden. As messily glorious as this is -- wetness smeared across Hei's mouth and chin, two fingers inside Korra, one goading the tight pucker lower down, feeling the tiny ripples of muscle as his tongue laps wetly at her clit -- it can't be the last time. But then, he wonders uneasily -- what would he do if it were? Should he do something different? Grasp the minutes before they melt together, just keep teasing Korra, goading and coaxing, seeing what she's capable of. Or cover her with his body, trading sticky-hot kisses back and forth, looking into her eyes as he sinks into her? Would that be -- more meaningful? Better? More like a -- ? ]

[ -- No. He can't think the word goodbye, in case it becomes true. Won't think about Yin, either. It's hard. But his feelings for Yin are like something suspended in amber, precious and real and intact but ... apart. Untouchable. He carries the affection with him always, but doesn't get much use out of it. Whereas Korra ... ]

[ With a rasping growl, he forces her legs wider apart. Memorizing her -- with her ripe breasts, her pulsing belly, her smooth thighs, and that deep pink frill of her sex. A perfect, glistening droplet of moisture streaks down, framed by dark, dewed curls. Humming, Hei buries his mouth there, kissing and tonguing and then devouring her, no games, no finesse, just the taste tart and sticky in his mouth. Gripping her hipbones, her thighs, he feels the pliant hardness of the muscles beneath his palms. Feels her muscles flutter while he eats her, the wetness dripping down his chin, really dripping, spit and come, like he's bitten into an apricot. Wet stains on the sheets below. ]

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