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WHO: Korra & Hei
WHAT: Bored & frustrated, Korra sneaks in a visit with Hei. (nsfw)
[I shouldn’t be doing this. This is a really bad idea. That isn't stopping Korra from sneaking very, very carefully along the outside of the men's dormitory. Tenzin's already caught her fooling around with Hei more than once and has given her several lectures about propriety and safety and the importance of discarding the physical to concentrate on her spiritual self.
He hadn't seemed very impressed with her counter-argument that he clearly doesn't discard the physical because hello, four children.
And she's been trying to be good. She really, really has (okay, so there was that time she & Hei snuck out to the market to get breakfast, but that doesn't even count). It's just hard going from complete independence to constant supervision; from the freedom to express herself to constantly watching what she says and what she does.
So fuck it. That's right, fuck it. She's going to sneak to Hei's room; she's going to finally have some sex, and then maybe hopefully she'll be able to get some actual sleep.
She reaches his window and uses airbending to lift herself up to the ledge.]
Hei?
WHAT: Bored & frustrated, Korra sneaks in a visit with Hei. (nsfw)
[I shouldn’t be doing this. This is a really bad idea. That isn't stopping Korra from sneaking very, very carefully along the outside of the men's dormitory. Tenzin's already caught her fooling around with Hei more than once and has given her several lectures about propriety and safety and the importance of discarding the physical to concentrate on her spiritual self.
He hadn't seemed very impressed with her counter-argument that he clearly doesn't discard the physical because hello, four children.
And she's been trying to be good. She really, really has (okay, so there was that time she & Hei snuck out to the market to get breakfast, but that doesn't even count). It's just hard going from complete independence to constant supervision; from the freedom to express herself to constantly watching what she says and what she does.
So fuck it. That's right, fuck it. She's going to sneak to Hei's room; she's going to finally have some sex, and then maybe hopefully she'll be able to get some actual sleep.
She reaches his window and uses airbending to lift herself up to the ledge.]
Hei?
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Date: 2014-03-18 03:19 am (UTC)[ He has his choice of spots to spend his evenings. Playing pai sho or listening to pro-bending matches on the radio with the White Lotus, or lessons with Jinora, who makes a point of visiting him every day, working at his languages in the late evenings at one end of the vast work-table after he's done shelling beans, scouring pots, and running the mop across the wide stone floors. Sometimes going on long walks with Yin, both of them pretending to feed the flying lemurs but actually conversing out of the corners of their mouths. But mostly he takes the ferry to Republic City, spending hours out of doors at night, lost in the blaze of neon and milling bodies, mapping out alleys and lanes in lines of familiarity. Working night-shifts in the factories, making money, establishing check-points, testing out his broken dialect on people in bars and tea-houses, learning the city's gritty history beyond textbooks. Here, he enjoys the solitude and the freedom. The chance to inhale, to run with no-one calling after him, to swoop from rooftop to street corner and inhabit his body from hairline to buzzing fingertips. ]
[ He can't stay at Air Temple Island forever. He's grateful for the place to sleep, yes. Accepted the tidy satisfactions of being a servant, having a place. But in the end, that's not who he is. That's not how he functions. His mind and body sizzle with energies that come alive only in the darkest parts of the city. ]
[ Tonight, as always, he drifts toward the dormitories, quietly planning which part of Republic City he'll visit. He's been given a snug little room that had once belonged to some kitchen helper who'd been housed close to the fires he had to tend first thing in the morning and last thing at night. There's nothing much there -- a wash basin, a scratched but sturdy dansu for clothes, a well-worn futon. But the minimalism suits Hei. Exhaling tiredly, he takes the stairs three at a time. A bath will be good. A nice long bath, where he can get himself off one or two times without someone over-hearing him, his mind soaked in images of Korra, whom he barely gets to see, and then maybe he'll feel calm enough to catch a cat-nap before he heads out on the ferry for work. ]
[ Except he's barely slid the shoji screen shut when he hears: Hei. Turning, he spots Korra at the window. ]
What are you doing here?
[ It's a whisper colored less by confusion than concern. ]
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Date: 2014-03-18 05:41 pm (UTC)What does it look like I'm doing?
[Her body is thrumming with energy. It's not desire exactly, nor is it happiness. It's more like... awareness. Living like Tenzin, all stillness and meditation and abstract thinking exercises, it's easy to forget you have a body. You don't notice your feet or your elbows or that dip between your shoulderblades unless they start causing trouble. But seeing Hei, she's suddenly aware of everything -- from the tingling of her scalp to the heat pooling in her belly to the grit between her toes and the dry crackling skin at her elbows. And it's almost dizzying to realize that she doesn't just have a body; she is a body. Tenzin would no doubt disagree, and Jinora would probably get into a long scholarly debate about the nature of identity and the spirit, but Korra's not thinking about that right now. She is her body and her body is she and both are very happy to see him right now.]
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Date: 2014-03-19 12:18 am (UTC)[ Grinning, Korra slips in. And it's automatic, the way Hei steps toward the window. Glances out, a sharp, steady sweep -- checking if there's anyone hidden in the spiderweb of shadows thrown by the willow trees -- before he shuts the window. Hazy moonlight, cool as the air, streams in through the slats, competing with the golden glow from the lamp. His and Korra's faces are broken into shadowed lines and pale squares from the shoji screen. In the gloom, Korra reminds him of a pretty little candle. Burning all the time. (Oh, how she burns.) The air between them seems to vibrate; her presence is like a shock to Hei's entire system; so familiar that it scrapes close to the bone, though when her habits had become his habit to watch he can't actually say. ]
[ It's a moment before he says, restrained instead of calm, ]
If Tenzin catches us again, he's going to throw me out.
[ It's a warning, as if he's trying to dissuade her from staying here. It would be more effective if he weren't also sidling closer. ]
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Date: 2014-03-19 12:42 am (UTC)Then he better not catch us.
[As though it's a joke. Of course it's not a joke. But it's hard to remember how important it is when he's right there.]
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Date: 2014-03-19 01:01 am (UTC)[ But looking at Korra, Hei can't quite find his balance: it is as if he is struggling in a fierce riptide. As if his body is approaching a cliff that his will can't bridge. He'll simply topple over. It isn't just the physical part; it is the body-closeness -- the intimacy -- he's come to crave. Swept up in mundane tasks, locked in the cold belljar of his brain, it's too easy to slip away from the tactile truth of things. ]
[ He wants to say something. Instead he draws her in, a sharp jerk of force, and kisses her hard. Like an attack. It's unexpected, because even as raw as it gets between them, he can't remember when he'd last been this hungry. Gorging on her mouth, demanding her with his tongue as if fucking her open. It is terrifying. Without sense or breath he grapples her closer with one arm. He can feel his own heart shuddering in his ribs, his fingers hard on Korra's scalp, combing her hair back from her face, smoothing his thumb across her skull, kissing her over and over and knowing she'll have to wedge her hands between them and shove away if she wants him to stop. ]
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Date: 2014-03-19 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-19 01:43 am (UTC)[ Behind the shoji screens, there's a rustle and a cough. Hei breaks away from Korra's mouth more by force than reflex. He's very aware of her heated body throbbing across his, of the moonlight glancing off ribbed waves of the futon's sheets, of their breathing, low and ragged in the dark. A lip of light spills beneath the shoji; it is darkened by the shadow of a passing foot. Someone heading out to the bathroom. ]
[ Inhaling slowly, Hei circles his arms around Korra, letting her settle in against him -- a deliciously solid weight. It's a whisper when he says, ]
We'll have to be quiet.
[ Well. More Korra than him. ]
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Date: 2014-03-19 02:06 am (UTC)Quiet. Right. The walls here are pretty thin here. She's heard several of the acolytes talking in their sleep, and they weren't talking very loudly. She... really doesn't want to think about what the others would think if they heard her in the throws. (They'd be so jealous.)]
Okay.
[Best way to keep quiet is to give their mouths something better to do. She has more than a few ideas how to do that.]
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Date: 2014-03-19 02:33 am (UTC)[ Spilled out beneath him, he finds himself studying her with an open curious hunger -- like she's a slice of phosphorescence plopped unexpectedly into his bed. Then his loom softens into a lean and a nuzzle. His hand palms her side, up along ribs and around the band of her sarashi, as he peels her shirt off, her hair fanning out in a dark tumble across the pillows. He sits back, makes short work of his own faded shirt, an attempt at symmetry as much as a pursuit for skin on skin. And then he's settling his weight across her again, gathering her in, taking a deep snuffing breath along the side of her face, her hair, as if to lodge her scent down into his lungs. ]
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Date: 2014-03-19 02:48 am (UTC)What? [The word comes out breathless and distracted as he nuzzles her shoulder, and then he's pulling her shirt off and she doesn't care. While he strips out of his shirt, she reaches back to undo the knot of her sarashi. It and every other piece of clothing are just in the way.]
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Date: 2014-03-19 03:08 am (UTC)[ While Korra struggles with the bindings of her sarashi, he lips the line of her collarbone, presses hot sucking kisses down the exposed slope of her breasts. Bruises come up like purple roses of broken blood vessels. He can almost taste her pulse vibrating. But it's nothing to her mouth, where he returns again and again, a breathless slide of lips, a sucking pressure of teeth and tongue, as if he wants to coax out a secret thread and knit the fabric of his skin to hers. ]
[ At last, however, the constriction of extra fabric between them becomes too much. Dragging his mouth away, he slips a hand between them, fumbling for her fastenings and his. Sits up to wrench her pants down, leaving them tangled about her knees, while he twists impatiently out of his -- more ruthless efficiency than grace. ]
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Date: 2014-03-19 03:24 am (UTC)Flip over.
[She smiles, her eyes promising wicked things.]
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Date: 2014-03-19 03:36 am (UTC)[ Instead he smiles with one side of his mouth, a sharp edge and tiny muscles. His response is to sit back, taking her with him so she's balanced across his chest, knees bent to brace the balls of his feet in the futon, a brace with his thighs to make sure she can't escape backwards. But when he leans up to kiss her again, it's almost tender, as if to gainsay that dark gleam in his half-lidded eyes, and the hard pressure of his grip across her hips, ten perfect dents of fingerprints on warm skin. ]
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Date: 2014-03-19 03:49 am (UTC)Kind of hard to do my thing if you're going to pin me in place.
[Unless you don't want a blowjob.]
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Date: 2014-03-19 03:58 am (UTC)Depends on the 'thing' in question.
[ Because it's a toss-up what he wants next. Getting head sounds good, but the taste and pressure of her mouth on his, strangely enough, is even better. Eventually, though, he relents, letting his knees recline. Takes her hand in his, letting her warm little fingers span across his cock. He's been half-hard since the first kiss; it takes only two or three squeezing strokes for him to leap to full attention. Settling back, he regards her with a quiet, self-satisfied sort of laziness, spreading a hand in an unspoken: Well? ]
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Date: 2014-03-19 04:19 am (UTC)Hello again. Korra kisses the underside of his erection like a friend she hasn't seen in awhile. Which is pretty accurate, really. Even back in the City when they were having sex regularly, he ate her out a lot more than she blew his tsungi horn. She could never really figure out why. He certainly seems to enjoy it when she does do it, and Korra's not so insecure as to wonder if she's secretly terrible at it. (Well, okay, she is that insecure, but she also knows Hei's not the type to pull any punches to protect her feelings.) It's one of Hei's many little mysteries. She takes a breath and licks long strips up the length of him.]
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Date: 2014-03-19 04:33 am (UTC)[ He finds himself hoping it's option A. (Yet somehow he knows better.) ]
[ He draws in a whistling inhale as she twists him, and lets it off on a wavering breath when she slides down. Blood beats hotly in his temples, but his gaze is steady as he watches her. Her lips press a kiss to the underside, followed by that hot, kittenish lick -- and the air hitches in his lungs. He swallows audibly, hips jerking. But otherwise he stays perfectly still, trying to imagine something ugly to take his mind off the gorgeous sight of her. Like maybe Reynard Maxley doing the tango with Tenzin in his skivvies. ]
[ Okay. That's too ugly. The smile twitches unbidden at the corners of his lips. ]
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Date: 2014-03-20 01:09 am (UTC)What? [She almost never sees him smile like that. She wants in on the joke.]
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Date: 2014-03-20 01:23 am (UTC)[ Hei's eyelashes flutter half-closed, a fine tremor rippling up his abdomen. She's found a good spot, the one that makes his lungs empty through his mouth in a ragged hiss, tension singing across his nerves as his cock twitches in her grip. Propped up on his elbows, he studies her, and the subtle expressions that flicker on his lips and eyelids and in the twitch of his cheek are closer to amusement than affection. ]
[ Innocently, ]
'What' what?
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Date: 2014-03-20 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-20 01:50 am (UTC)[ I can't remember. It's lost on a stuttered scoop of breath. In his mind, a chorus of horny angels is too busy singing Handel’s greatest hits. Through half-shuttered eyes, he watches her play. The ambiance shows up how dark and fine she is, coloring her skin into the hues of a caramelized statue: gold, black, bronze. His hands muss her hair back from her brow, combing through the strands before pausing to hold her entire head, but gently. ]
[ The curve to his smile is soft, a warmth curling at his edges. Now that he lets himself -- he's missed this. ]
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Date: 2014-03-20 02:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-20 02:10 am (UTC)[ Idly, his thumb strokes the soft curve of her cheek, fingers a cool press against the pulsepoint of her neck. ]
Right now... the difference -- is slim.
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Date: 2014-03-20 02:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-20 02:48 am (UTC)[ Surreal, how time changes things. ]
[ She sinks deeper, and his breath falters as if around a mouthpiece, gently rasping. Her hum jangles across his nerves and thrums like restless honeybees in his groin and chest and skull. He knows Korra can feel the shuddering beats of his pulse through his cock, the slit oozing pre-cum. At the rate things are going, he won't last much longer. ]
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