anatural: Korra takes off her shirt (Shippy: Stripping)
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WHO: Hei & Korra
WHAT: Korra’s hormones are back in business

[For once, it's not a nightmare that wakes Korra up. She doesn't remember what she was dreaming about before an ache between her legs pulls her from sleep. At first she thinks she has to go to the bathroom, until she shifts slightly and her breasts suddenly come alive. She stares up at the ceiling. After months of wanting nothing, she's abruptly, painfully aroused, so turned on that she can't even sleep. A part of her resents the timing, since a decent night's sleep is hard to come by, and a part of her is just delighted that she can feel this again, that she's not actually broken.

She glances over at Hei, debating whether to wake him. Except he's sleeping so peacefully, something which is as rare for him as it is for her. He's had a long day at work and an early shift in the morning; he needs all the sleep he can get. It can wait.

She closes her eyes and tries to go back to sleep, but her level of arousal is almost painful and her mind just makes it worse by conjuring memories of her various sexual escapades. It latches particularly onto that muay thai match, when Hei almost brought her to orgasm in the middle of the crowded audience. She can't stop thinking about the way his fingers felt inside of her, nor does she really want to.

Damn it. She bites her lip, squeezes her eyes shut, and slides her hand between her legs. Just a quick one, enough to let her sleep again, one that won't wake Hei up. She can surprise him tomorrow night, when he doesn't have to wake up early the next day.]

Date: 2014-09-17 07:31 pm (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅ Money don't grow on trees (Hei - Eyes Of The Dead)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
[ Hei isn't sure what wakes him. He's been sleeping like a stone beside Korra -- at least on the surface. Old training never goes away: sometimes it's habitual for him to get up at two-hour intervals to walk his parameter. Other nights, he manages to get a lie-in. But if there is the slightest rustle, a change in energy, an unfamiliar scent, sleep fades in a twinkling. He never snuffles or fidgets before waking, either: he just opens his eyes and there he is, fully conscious, fully functioning. ]

[ Now, he peels open his eyes, blinking as orientation clicks in. He's fallen asleep draped heavily along Korra's side, her foot touching his ankle, his brow pressed against the warm heavy tangles of her hair. Gazing down at the pretty stem of her body, he's aware of a surreptitious movement under the covers. Tension jolts across his frame: he wonders if she's having a nightmare, or picking at scabs in her sleep. ]

[ But ... no. ]

[ It takes barely a moment to connect that slow, furtive movement of her hand with what's happening. His mind struggles to catch up. But his body is quicker, electrified from neck-down with a sudden prickling heat. He can feel himself stirring awake in his boxers, coming erect. But his movements are slow, measured. Trying not to startle her. Just because she's ready to jill off doesn't mean it's a coded message for sex. Masturbation and fucking are two very different things. ]

[ His hand is a cool touch on her thigh. He lets it drift higher, palm covering hers, feeling the damp thatch of curls between her thighs. All vibrating and juicy. ]

[ Nuzzling her hair, he dips his head to meet her gaze. His voice is warm, slurred. ]


Hey...
Edited Date: 2014-09-17 09:53 pm (UTC)

Date: 2014-09-17 10:28 pm (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅  She looked at me and this is what she said (Hei - Bleeding)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
[ What's there to be guilty about? She lives with someone whose circadian rhythms are completely out of whack. Sleep is never a priority; he snatches it where he can, unless something better distracts him. And this definitely qualifies as better. Already he's riveted by the sight of Korra -- her eyes serene glints of blue beneath the dark smudges of her lashes, her hair curling like rich dark vines across the pillow, her body a study of curving secrets and dark skin underneath the wrinkled sheaves of the duvet. They've done nothing yet but kiss and hold each other the past few weeks. So at the sight of this, Hei's hunger is a lit fuse leading directly home to her body. ]

[ With a subvocal sigh, he props himself on one arm, slow and awkward. Kisses her brow, before letting his lips trace the delicate clef of her ear. ]


Don't be sorry.

[ It's the softest breath of sound, with a dark rasp of hunger at the fringes. He can feel her restless rocking against his own rapidly-heating body. Feel her fingers dipping between the slick lips of her sex, under his palm. With a low noise, Hei presses closer to her. Lets his own hand displace hers, the web of his thumb a soft pressure on her clit as he curls two fingers into the sopping warmth inside her sex. He works his wrist with a wet tight pumping, concentrating on the good spot inside her. At the same time his mouth finds her through the wild tapestry of both their hair. A hungry, dreamy-drunk kiss, loving it so much that he feels he is going to crumble in madness, bleeding from the inside. ]
Edited Date: 2014-09-17 10:30 pm (UTC)

Date: 2014-09-17 11:42 pm (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅ In this burned out paradise (Hei - ~*Blushu*~)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
[ Her kiss feeds a sizzling vibration all through him, so he can feel the hot rash of goosebumps on his arms, the hairs on his nape rising. A white-hot thread pulls taut in his body, drawing a line up along his throbbing nerves from the aching weight of his balls. His cock prods at her hip, standing stiff as a bloodhound’s tail with the hunt running in its blood. ]

[ God. Possession is nine-tenths, yeah, and that is how much he wants to reclaim her again. Wants her spread out beneath him, lush and slick and ready -- impaled, covered, taken. Fucked. ]

[ At the same time, when she demands a condom, he struggles to impose some kind of order or control. His body is just gorging itself on sensation, nerves frying at the humid press of her body, at the welling of slickness between her thighs, against his stroking fingers. The way he wants to fuck her is insane, a pure rut -- deep and fast and hard like a bullet in the gut, a throbbing pain they'll both feel for hours afterward. ]

[ But she's still recovering from illness and injury. He needs to be gentler, to make it good for both of them. ]

[ So he draws his mouth from hers gently, lips swollen-wet and thrumming from her kisses. He doesn't blanket her, take command. Instead he rolls on his side, carrying her with him in encircling arms. Drapes her across him, her upper thigh notched over his hip, foreheads touching. He can feel the tip of his erection nose against the wet clustered curls at her sex. The contact makes him shiver; want threatens to choke him. ]

[ Swallowing, he reaches across for the rubbers in the bedside drawer. After hastily suiting up, he takes his cock in his fingers -- full and thick, impossible with its need. He's shaking, terrible quiet tremors that start in his shoulders and travel down to his bare feet. His each breath catches and jitters into silence. Praying he won't get too rough, that she won't change her mind halfway, that something awful won't crash in and snatch away this perfect slice of delight. ]

[ His lips brush hers -- fevery-hot and breathless. ]


Doesn't hurt, does it? ... Me lying on your leg like that?

Date: 2014-09-18 12:24 am (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅ You just know you want out (Hei - Seducing You)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
Easy.

[ His breathing is ragged against the tight constriction of his chest. One arm draped around her, palm splayed against that sweet groove of her lower-back. His tremors refuse to ease; he can't wait anymore. Even as she sinks down, he's stirring his hips, his cock a jutting shaft of pure hunger. Gently and slowly, he works himself inside her, an inch at a time. Playing the wet pressures inside Korra's body, catching his lip between his teeth, the stinging bite a necessary focal-point in the sweet slide of friction around his shaft. And fuck -- she feels so perfect, her body like candlewax melting around him, that wet exquisite clench of muscle like a gorging mouth, drawing him in deeper and deeper. ]

[ He keeps his rhythm steady, until he's all the way inside her. A delightful position -- there's no weight, no strain, just skin on skin and the tight wringing of Korra's body. Exhaling, Hei rocks slowly, letting the red-hot glitter of the sensation die out on his nerves before he attempts to go harder. ]

[ His voice is thick, but steady despite the wild hammering of his pulse. ]


...Okay? Comfortable?

[ He doesn't care how impatient she seems. The spirit may be willing, but the flesh has survived mercury poisoning, countless crippling tumbles down cliffs, and all manner of bruising and battering besides. ]

Date: 2014-09-18 01:12 am (UTC)
mortemscintilla: (Hei - Red Eyes Close-Up)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
[ He doesn't want to pull out. Can barely stand to, as pleasure uncoils from his groin, serpent-slides up his spine, winds around his chest until his breath squeezes and his heartbeat stutters. His fingers bite into the flesh of Korra's bottom, first brutal then gentler, edging her closer. Big soft breasts mashed against his chest, his free palm cradling the back of her skull, all that pretty hair tangled in his fingers. Her whole body pulses around his cock, sweet fluttering gulps; when Hei dips his head, kissing her between shaky hot breaths, he feels the same pulse in her heated lips, an excited mute vibration. ]

[ When he starts to rock, it's careful. Deep short pushes that grind his pelvis against her mons, just enough to give her the pressure and friction she wants without allowing his body to succumb to curling tension in his joints, that light-headed buzz in his skull that begs him to go harder, deeper, to pound her into the mattress until she's letting off those gorgeous tremoring screams, begging and pleading him. ]

[ Gritting his teeth, Hei shakes the impulse off, need stinging like horseflies against his slick flesh. Instead he dips one hand between their bodies, fingers combing through the wet nest of curls at her mons. Thumbs her clit, sweet circling flicks, as he draws his head back slightly to watch each sensation break across Korra's face, his gaze clouded and bright like a blue firestorm trapped behind glass. ]

Date: 2014-09-18 02:14 am (UTC)
mortemscintilla: (Hei - Soft)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
Hey.

[ The blend of concern and need in Hei's voice is so low and raw he can barely force the words out. Tears glisten at the edges of her eyes, and his brain slides while his nerves struggle to recalibrate to the flare and flutter of pleasure warring with caution. He's afraid he's hurt her, afraid something has triggered a rainsquall of ugly memories. Yet the way she clings to him, the slow tidal undulation of her hips, tells him this is good for her. ]

[ Humming, he encircles her closer, sliding his free hand up from her spine to cup the back of her skull. Lets his forehead drop against hers, lips against the pretty whorl of her ear. He kisses it; kisses the faint streaks of wet on her cheeks, greed and tenderness dueling within. Keeps up his steady rhythm, maddeningly slick little dips, interspersed with deeper pushes that fill her, stretch her, make his breath catch as he struggles to hold back, wring as much warmth and delight from this as he can. His other hand, wedged between their bodies, teases her clit with the pad of the thumb -- whorling friction and gentle pressure to keep her revved up, to get her where they're both going. ]

Date: 2014-09-18 06:47 pm (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅ Money don't grow on trees (Hei - Eyes Of The Dead)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
[ Her groan sends a hot chill through him -- the sound a dark, gut-deep wrench of frustration. Shuddering, he nudges her mouth with his, the first tender kiss melting into something more devouring. Tongue-fucking her with relish, wet and reassuring, as he very gradually ratchets up the intensity. The shifts and slides of his hips are no longer unpredictable and unpaced, but a sum total of heated friction that goes deeper, harder. Meanwhile his hand, wedged between their bodies, gains pressure; his thumb is joined by a forefinger, and with their slippery quickening pressure the light flicks become pinches, then frantic sloppy zeroes which shoulder aside her slick lips to focus on her increasingly twitchy clit. ]

Come on. That's it.

[ The words are thick and sluggishly warm, intensified to a lowness that thrums at a different pitch held in his mouth, like it means so much more than just Come for me. ]

Date: 2014-09-18 07:24 pm (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅  Ain't nothing in this world for free. (Hei - Mask Off/In Wait)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
[ Hei isn't sure what wrecks him more -- the fiery bite of her nails, the slippery skid of her skin, that gorgeous vibrating scream that climbs in a hot-cold shudder up his spine, or the way it feels like witchcraft when she comes, like magic -- full sweet shudders, her whole body clutching him, drawing him in so deep he has to fight his inevitable lapping panic at the sucking pull of her womb. It is like Life calling him, a fiercely persuasive cajolery that would make some other guy want to plant flags in new territories and fucking babies in her belly. ]

[ Hei simply keeps his rhythm going, determined to draw out the rolling pulses of her climax as far as he can, refusing to tip with her over the edge yet. He can feel sweat trickling between his shoulderblades, his heart hammering in triple time, and his breath scouring through his throat. His cock is pure heat, his balls pure pressure -- yet his mouth his gentle on hers. Soft sipping kisses, coaxing and teasing and pleading with lips and teeth and tongue. ]

[ Urging her past this first trembling crest, seeing if he can bring her to a second before he spills with her. ]

Date: 2014-09-18 08:17 pm (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅ He said, Give me all you've got (Hei - Downcast)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
[ She sobs, a wordless shapeless sound that pours down Hei's skin like a scalding ribbon -- right before he folds into fire. His orgasm tears through him, huge throbbing beats of pleasure and relief that feed a cadence to his hips -- equal parts rapid and ruthless. He's left blinded, star-struck, gasping for air while his vision spangles into darkness. Dazed, he buries his face in Korra's hair, the wild strands stirring against a sobbing groan that seeps past his clenched teeth. The climax hurts and it is the best he'd had in weeks. Longer. ]

[ He regains himself slowly, his arms softening into loose curves around Korra's body. Stroking her hair with both hands, tracing the sweat-slick pebbles of her spine, gently cupping and squeezing her bottom, each touch still so full of pent-up energy that he can almost sense a crackle of want coming off his palms. But for the moment he's content to melt against her, lips drifting across the orbit of her face, mapping her eyelids and lips and nose with soft mouthing movements. ]

Date: 2014-09-18 09:10 pm (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅ But if you make a move I won't think twice. (Hei - Emo)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
Korra...

[ A woozy panic laps at Hei as she sobs. Her tears seem to spurt out unstoppably, drawn like iron fillings to a magnet. For a moment he's seized by that usual old fear -- of having done something to hurt her, of having triggered a hideous wash of memory that's flooded past the valves of her brain. But he's not so stupid as to realize, as a few beats pass, that this isn't grief. This is relief. As if she's tumbled past the lip of a cascading disaster, enthralled to find some part of herself whole. ]

[ It makes Hei realize, with a dull spasm of shock, how deep her fear extended. Fear that she'd never be the same, that her injury had extinguished that brilliant spark inside her. But pressure can turn fear into momentum as surely as pressure turns coal into a diamond. Fear is an internal emotion: it gets trapped inside of you. You have to let it out. And it has -- a fresh surge of energy and emotion breaking from her depths. Geysering. ]

[ With a slow breath, Hei gathers her closer. He can feel his throat aching; a hot stinging congestion in his eyes. He wants so much to tell her he loves her. To just blurt it out. But he is wary, as always, that it might not be a strategic moment. Wary that it might put some indefinable pressure on her, wary that this is just a phase, that she is too young for him, that he is being idiotic. But he does. God, he loves her. ]

[ Gently, he rocks her against him, her head tucked under his chin. His throat is still a knot; he tries for dry levity to dispel the feeling. ]


...Was it that bad?

Date: 2014-09-18 10:54 pm (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅  I can't hold back (Hei - Count On Me)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
[ She curls against him, and Hei puts up a hand to gently scrub the tear-stains off her face. Learning her ears and jaw, mapping the curve of her cheekbone inwards to the bridge of her nose, in a way that's both offhand and strangely reverent, while his eyes drift half-closed, heavy with a drowsy happiness. ]

[ It's true, he doesn't do emotion, He doesn't light up when he talks about things that make him content, doesn't drift into dreamy nostalgia, his tone doesn't drop into volatile irritation when he's tired. He's even. But with Korra, there's a vibrating skein of fondness he can't quite sever. The sort that gets wrapped up in softness and tucked away where you forget it's there. The sort you can conceal, but not necessarily erase. ]

[ Letting his forehead drop against hers, he teases gently, ]


Anytime you're up for a reprise, let me know.

[ Somewhere very far back in his head, he thinks about it being two in the morning, and his having to be up in a few short hours. He'd quietly regret the state he's going to be in at work, especially come noon -- except it doesn't matter. This was worth it. He's vastly underestimated his own burgeoning tension; only now, when it's deflated, does he realize what a head of silent stress he was building. ]

Date: 2014-09-18 11:42 pm (UTC)
mortemscintilla: (Hei - Indulgence)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
I can stay in. With the right incentive.

[ He presses into her touch with a light shiver, mellow and stretchy as taffy, folding himself to her body in a damp, welcome drape of limbs. It's an effort to keep his languid, molesting hands off her, but he succeeds, distracting himself to shuck the condom in the wastebin. He promises himself when she is well again, back to her usual 110% percent -- ye, having passed through the Valley of the Possible Death Wish -- he's going to screw her until it's nearly a walking, fucking black-out, a haze filling her brain, a cyclone. Make her all rosy and dreamy-eyed and sleek, the way she was during the early days of their affair, when a good leg-over affected her like a deep-body massage, a good meal, a rousing round of exercise, all in one. ]

[ For now, he simply tips a kiss to her nose. Draws the covers over them, the good Korra-elements of salt and skin and heat and waves of hair twined to the material chaos of the fluffy quilt. ]

[ Quieter, almost inaudible, he murmurs, ]


I missed this.

[ Missed the Korra he could feel, sometimes, curled up frightened and alone inside the dull fragile shell of her. Knowing she was healing, hibernating, and that she'd wake up in time -- but missing her all the same. ]

Date: 2014-09-19 12:42 am (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ♥ Pants tighter than plastic, honey (Li - Sleeepy Eyessss)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
[ She's stroking a good spot, the one that makes him ripple like a big cat against her. It's tempting to let her keep going, or better yet to guide her palm; he can feel his cock twitch with a faint, drunken interest -- a sluggish thickening. But he simply takes her hand in his, lifting it up to his mouth to kiss the knuckles, then the warm little fingers. He still isn't yet used to letting her be the recipient of softness -- soft kisses, soft sex, soft talk -- but he kind of likes it, even if it's patterned on the way he was with other women (marks) when intimate. Doesn't matter, because the raw ache of tenderness, the honesty -- all that is something entirely new. It seems to come easier than expected, big mushball that he's secretly always dreaded he is. ]

[ After a beat, drawing her closer into the circle of his arms, he murmurs, ]


Get some sleep. Best not to overdo it in one night, right?

[ A reminder for himself as much as her. ]

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