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[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. ]

Please... [She used to make a point of trying not to beg, still does sometimes, but pride has long ago gone the way of resistance and competition. She's given herself over to him too completely. She is, right now, little more than a bundle of hormones and desperate need.

Her mind suddenly flashes to that post Carla had made, pleasuring the girl who was tied up and helpless. The image sends a spike of desire through her even as it makes her feel sick. She doesn't want to be that girl.

She grabs his head, tugs on hand and hair to pull him up. She doesn't want to be that girl. She doesn't want to be that girl.]

[ She says Please and Hei can feel the arousal thudding blindly in his veins. He is raw, and it has nothing to do with the drag of Korra's nails on his skin or the drugging warmth of the air. When she flails out, catches him by the hair and yanks, he feels like he's surfaced as if from drowning, blind and drenched. Shafts of noon sunlight slant low-angled and orange through the skylight to touch Korra's face. Under the surface pleasure, there's a kind of stifled wildness leaping into her eyes, like an ember jumping from a campfire in a gust of wind before being snuffed out. It is brief, but it is there. ]

[ Carefully, he settles against her, arms bracketing her on each side. Ignoring the painful throb in his erection, the wet crown dipping against her belly, leaving dabs of moisture. Swallowing, he licks his lips. He can still taste her. She is on his mouth, his tongue. She is in his lungs. Much too close, yet not close enough. ]

What? [ His voice is thick with an unexpected tenderness. ] I wasn't done.

[She kisses him, tasting herself on his lips.]

I just... [She doesn't know how to explain that weird almost panic; she's already lost where it sprang from.] I want to do something else. [The look she gives him is a little uncertain.]

Hm.

[ Sealing his mouth over hers, Hei shuts his eyes, trying not even to aim for self-satisfaction yet. Trying not to focus on the sharp twitches resonating across his cock, or to picture her dark-curled, slicked pubis again or to think of the rich taste of it. Instead he coaxes Korra's lips wider open with his, tongue touching the roof of her mouth over and over as if he is still licking her. Breaking the kiss, he rubs their noses together, his gaze fixed on her big-eyed, tentative expression. ]

Any suggestions?

[ He makes his body heavy on hers as he speaks. Stirring his hips, so his erection teases back and forth across the tuft of her mons, feeling the crinkle of curls and slick heat along the underside. He dusts hot biting kisses across her face and throat and breasts as he rocks against her -- a strained sort of patience. ]

[Well that's the problem. She hasn't actually thought of anything. Um. Um. Ummmm.....

She pushes him back so they're both sitting and she's straddling his lap.]

How about this?

[ The suggestion seems to please him. He gathers her in close on his crossed legs, folding hers around his hips. His cock bobs drunkenly at an angle between his belly and hers. Palm splayed across the back of her skull, fingers tangled in her hair, he draws her in for a kiss -- wet, hot, gulping. There's a tension, an edginess there that was firmly contained before. He wriggles one hand between them, slipping two fingers into the warmth welling between her legs. Teases the slickness along the underside of her breast, painting glistening swirls around the skin, then dips his head, laving it clean before he draws her nipple into his mouth. ]

[ This close, with her slippery-hot center open wide against him, a burning ripcurl surges up from his stomach. His teeth rake across her nipple, bathing it with his tongue and releasing with a pop. Gnawing the point of the other breast, he breathes, ]

What else? A guitar and serenade?

[ It's quietly teasing. His free hand is already reaching toward the low dresser drawer for the rubbers. ]

[She hums and laughs a little.]

No way. I've heard what you call singing... It's not exactly sexy.

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