things left unsaid

[electric_lady]

WHO: Asami & Hei
WHAT: Hei's return throws Asami's world into chaos.

[Days pass, and Mako's words still echo in her thoughts: Li’s alive. With every echo, Asami wishes that hearts were as simple as machines.

She's happy for Korra. Korra and Li — Hei, though Asami's the only one of their group to know that — have been together for almost as long as Asami's known them. And she likes Hei. She'd been suspicious of him once, when that dorky facade of his started slipping, but his devotion to Korra had been unquestionable. Asami appreciated that about him, even envied it a little. She's never inspired that kind of loyalty in anyone, not even her own father. So she's happy for her friend. Truly.

She's also heartbroken, a fact which is as surprising as Hei being alive. His return means the end of the sweet, secret relationship between her and Korra. Not a romantic one — they're friends who share intimacies. But Asami hadn't realized just how much she's come to depend on those intimacies until now.

She wishes Korra would call. They need to talk about what's going to happen between them, what's going on with Hei, whether she's going to tell him. She refuses to let this relationship end like the one with Mako; she needs clarity. At the same time, she understands why it would slip Korra's mind. Of course she's preoccupied with Hei's return. That kind of shock would knock the ground out from under anyone's feet.

When she ends up on Korra's front porch, it's not because she intended to be there. Asami had overseen the loading of some new products at the dock, and instead of going home, her footsteps took her to Korra's place. Korra and Hei's place.

Taking a deep breath, she knocks.]

Comments

[anatural]

[Korra's been spending a lot of time in the spirit world these past three years, and it's taught her that what you feel defines what is real. You create the world by how you approach it. Spend your time terrified that you'll lose something, and you will lose it. Focus on its presence in your life now, and even if you lose it, you won't have wasted a moment.

She doesn't want to waste a moment on worry. She wraps her arms around his neck as she returns his kisses, warm and relaxed, never letting the energy ramp up. She's not going to let them rush to the fucking.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Her languor gives him difficulties. He's so used to everything spilling into a heated rush between them; her patient kisses and the hot water don't diffuse his tension, but stir him up instead, sending a wave of blood surging from his limbs to his groin, where his erection twitches sluggishly against her belly. ]

[ Humming into the kiss, he gives a lazy, friction-hindered thrust -- part experiment, part plea. Slides his hands along her ribs, up underneath her arms, across traps and deltoids, up over pretty, straight collarbones and then down to those fascinatingly heavy breasts. In the water, they are entirely unabused by gravity. He palms them, kneads them, circles inward. Thumbs the nipples, their color seeming to darken to a mouth-watering crinkled russet in the distorted rays of water-light. ]

[ Breaking the kiss, he gnaws the crook of her neck, a moist slide of lips, a soft burn of stubble. Nuzzles the tops of her breasts, and when his gaze flicks up at her, the lashes making jagged crowns of shadow in the dying sunlight, it's with a certain kind of -- not stillness, not just contentment. ]

[ Happiness, maybe. ]

Any requests?

[ Anything Asami did or didn't do for you. It's not a matter of competition or jealousy. Just gauging if she's up for anything new. ]

[anatural]

Mmmmm. [She'll never get tired of the way his fingers feel on her skin — how his callouses create an electric friction; how his hands are the perfect size to hold her breasts. She leans back a little to give him better access.

Any requests? he asks, and while it's a fairly standard question for him, it reminds her of Asami. Talking about sex had been a huge part of their foreplay: working themselves up by discussing in great detail what they wanted to do to each other.]

Just take your time. [She runs her fingers through his hair. Other than that, she doesn't care. She's certainly not against doing something new.]

[mortemscintilla]

I can do that.

[ The tone is low, absent, but with a scratchy rasp to the syllables -- gravel and smoke. His palms make a warm frame of her breasts. He strokes them, squeezes them, slaps them very lightly back and forth, delighting in the plump elasticity of her skin, their shivering weight so lewdly sweet. Dips his head, his hair a soft ticklish drag, and gently gulps one nipple into his mouth, feeding on it as if it's an addiction in the making. ]

[ In a secret alcove of his mind, he wonders what she and Asami had done together. To the extent he's ever thought about what Asami would be like in bed, he'd imagined it all shy melting fluttery kisses and gentle little gasps. But that wouldn't captivate Korra's interest for long. Especially not with all her zesty energy. There had to be something spicier, raunchier, to Asami than that. ]

[ Curiosity -- and something darker -- goes through him with a blossoming red-hot heat. His hard teeth sink into the tender bud of her nipple. With his left hand, he anchors her lower-back, palm splayed across her buttocks. With the right, he wedges his fingers between them, cupping her mons, the thumb teasing her seam through soft curls, rimming round and around, grazing her clit only in idle increments. ]

[anatural]

[If only that alcove wasn't quite so secret. Korra's not as inclined to jealousy & insecurity as she used to be. She knows he loves her, and he's proven time & again that he will always come back to her; he won't abandon her when she needs him. She might be miffed if he expressed sexual interest in a total stranger, but Asami... Korra wouldn't mind sharing Asami with him, or him with Asami. She'd get to have the best of all worlds.

But the idea wouldn't occur to her on her own; she's too habitually monogamous. Someone else would have to plant the seed of it. She lets out a soft moan and rocks against his hand, trying to increase the pressure.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei isn't sure he's entirely devoid of resentment, at the idea of sharing her. He's not prone to explosive displays of jealousy. But he is possessive by nature. Any physical contact with Korra is as much his way of marking territory as it is about any demonstration of sentiment. Whether on the frontline or off, his mind still functions in terms of battle and defense. (Yet, a wry voice, curled at the back of his mind, tells him to afford the curiosity a little leverage, to take a risk and explore where a threesome might lead them. It could be a disaster, sure. But it could also be an eye-opener, watching how Korra is with someone different.) ]

[ Then Korra moans, breathy and pleading, and his brain goes bluescreen. ]

[ Clasping her wrists roughly in his hands, he lifts both her palms up to cradle her own breasts, pushing them together, presenting them to him to feed on. Roots greedily from one nipple to the other, sharp scrapes of teeth and the slick friction of tongue, teasing them into stiff points of near-aching hardness. Under the water, he traces the wet inside of her thigh, before grasping her sex again. His finger sinks in a fraction of an inch into pillowy slickness, not enough, slow circles pushing to open her wider and wider, the friction like a liquor-doused fingertip tracing the rim of a wineglass, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing across her clit -- right before those same fingers pry her wide apart, pinching with playful cruelty at the twitching nub, a soft repeated pressure that edges on relentless. ]

[anatural]

[Korra cries out, as much from the hot water filling up the empty space inside her as his fingers. She rocks against his hand and roughly fondling her breasts, fuill of building energy that needs somewhere to go.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He can tell when she starts climbing, her cries melting into that particular pitch, a bittersweet stuttering ache. Of his own accord, he stops. Withdraws his hand, and lets her nipple pop free from his gorging mouth, before collecting the thrumming, slippery-wet heap of her into his arms. Carefully, he sets her on one of the mossy, smooth-scrubbed boulders that ring the pool. Once he settles back into the water, up to his armpits, her sex is just the right angle for him to press his mouth to. ]

[ Lazily, Hei lips and nuzzles along the top of her wet pubic hair. Opens his mouth and breathes out, softly, as if he is fogging a glass to draw on with his finger. Strokes his hands up Korra's thighs, warming the skin, setting atoms jostling. Inviting her, through touch, to open herself a little more, before he tips his chin to regard her, with the barest trace of a smile. ]

Put your hands between your legs. Open yourself up for me.

[ Here and there around the pool, shrubs protrude from the soil, their branches clad with bright-red bunches of berries as pretty as Christmas tree ornaments. They're edible, non-toxic; on several occasions, Hei has picked the ones sprouting around the Beach House to garnish desserts. But right now, he's interested in a different sort of garnishing. ]

[anatural]

[She shivers and whimpers in protest as he stops and takes her out of the nice hot water into the cool air, which feels freezing in comparison. Freezing, and somehow more exposed than in the water, which at least provided some cover. If anybody walked in on them right now, they would see absolutely everything of her.

That idea doesn't bother her.

She uses her firebending to warm herself up before doing as requested.]

What are you doing?

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei doesn't answer her. At least not verbally. ]

[ Plucking a bright morsel from the nearest branch, he pulls off the stem, then swirls it through the water to wash away any debris. Pops it into his mouth, warming the chilly outer-skin, before he reaches down, delicately parting the slick folds of her labia with the fingers of one hand. With the other, he lets the cool, slightly bumpy texture of the fruit tease her, circle her, before he pushes it in, leaving just the shockingly red tip of it peeking out from inside her. ]

[ Satisfied, he rests a moment on his elbows between her spread thighs, combing meditative fingers through the wet corkscrews of curls, smoothing them outward, away from the dark pink, mouth-watering folds of labia, the prominent clitoral hood, and the lewdly enchanting pooch of the berry, all glossy red and pink skin and lush curves. ]

[ Several expressions dart across his face, too quick to follow, before he settles on a small, wry-edged smile. ]

I guess... I'm hungry after all.

[anatural]

I told you you should eat. [She smiles and kicks him gently. She can't help wiggling a little as well, exploring the way the berries feel inside her. There's a faint burning sensation that makes her skin flush...]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei watches the flush of red spreading across her skin, the sight of her so prettily dizzying that he can feel something rioting in his chest, sending blood crashing through him, toes to groin to scalp. (It doesn't occur to him, just yet, that it might be an allergic reaction.) He's too busy leaning in to nuzzle between her splayed legs, soft moist lips surrounded by prickly-sharp bristles. He rubs the cool rounds of her knees idly as he tongues the slick parameters of her labia, before covering it with his mouth to suck on the fruit. So bitingly tart, with that saltine, buttery aftertaste underneath that's all Korra. Humming, he takes a small bite, letting it roll around in his mouth a moment. Enjoying the contrasting flavors that he'd normally never appreciate if he were seated at the dining table. ]

[ Then he pauses, a faint frown creasing his forehead as he regards the reddening furl of her sex. ]

...Everything feel okay down there?

[anatural]

[Korra's absurdly glad he asks. The burn had started out delicious, but the more he worked her up, the more it veered towards the un-sexy side of painful. Not enough to stop him, but if he's going to ask...]

It kind of burns a little.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Burning? Fuck -- that doesn't sound good. Lowering his head, he takes another large bite from the berry, then finally sucks what is left out of her and into his mouth -- more efficient than leisurely. Her whole vulva is dark and full and shiny, like an overripe fruit someone split in two with their thumbs. All the reassuring signs of arousal, except the creeping red flush makes her seem tender, rubbed raw. ]

[ Experimentally, he traces the pooch of her inner-lips with his forefinger. ]

You want to stop?

[anatural]

[His touch makes her shiver, half-pain, half-pleasure.]

No. [She's still plenty worked up, and the idea of stopping before she comes is unthinkable. She reaches out to grab his hair and tug him closer.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Tentatively, Hei bends his head back to his task. He's unsure if she's developing the symptoms of an allergy or an infection. But at the rate things are going, chances of his getting a leg-over are slim to none. But leaving her hanging doesn't seem right either. Especially when it was his bright idea to stick that damn berry up her notch in the first place. ]

[ And right now, there is really nothing else he knows that is such an intense sensory experience: the heady, tidal smell of her, his nose right there, up close, juices on his chin. Humming, he licks a long, broad stripe from perineum to clit. Strokes the pads of his thumbs down the soft, pillowy skin on either side of it, laving his tongue on the slippery topography underneath, slow concentric whorls. All the while, he watches her face, half-lidded eyes hazy but somehow cautious, testing her thresholds for not-enough-ness versus too-much-ness. ]

[anatural]

[Oh Hei, never underestimate Korra's love for a good pounding. It'd take a lot more discomfort than this to make her say "no thanks" to sex. Besides, while the itching/burning sensation is still there, it's gone down quite a bit with the berry gone, and he's giving her a lot more pleasant things to think about.

Her climax takes her by surprise, not so much because it's abrupt as because it's so soft. A trembling release that's more like a sigh of relief than earth-shattering, mind-blowing pleasure.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei always feels it in that weeping-wet mouth of her sex, first -- a certain delectable sloppiness under his tongue -- and then the way her breath unravels and her whole body begins to shake, from the fluttering tremors of her sex to the jolting spasms that race from her hips to her whole torso. There is no purer sweetness than watching it happen. ]

[ He keeps his mouth wet and messily busy between her legs as she trembles beneath him. A deep pulsing ache rolls inside his balls and teases the length of his wet-tipped cock; the only thing that stops him from exploding in response is a strange, heartbreaking poignancy to the way she falls apart. She doesn't flail or scream like always; it is intensely helpless instead -- that series of soft, moth-like shudders. It makes him feel so responsible and yet, it does nothing to decrease his desire. ]

[ Waiting until he is certain the last shiver is past, he breaks away. Rears on all fours against her to kiss her mouth, her upper lip, getting the tart taste and smell of her under her nose, then drags himself down to nuzzle the pulse jumping at Korra's neck. ]

...Okay?

[anatural]

Yeah. Cold. [Her voice is soft & dreamy. She could use her firebending to warm herself up again, but instead she slides back into the water and brings its temperature back up — not quite to the intense heat that Hei prefers, but pretty close. She can feel his erection against her stomach, cool in comparison to the water but pulsing with need. She smiles and trails her fingers along his chest.]

Any requests?

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei gathers her against the crook of his body, his mind thick and murky with the same heat that wafts from the water. Tips her head back, the soft tufts of her hair wound in his left hand, and kisses her upturned face, sucking the plumpness of her smiling mouth. With the other hand, he catches her wrist, bringing it down beneath the waterline to wrap around his cock. It jerks in her palm, an electric thrum of nerves. and Hei murmurs breathlessly into her mouth. ]

Surprise me. [ A beat, then, amending, ] Just stay away from the berries.

[anatural]

[That gets a laugh out of her.] Yes sir. [She strokes him, but she does have an idea for something...assuming she can actually pull it off.]

If I try something, do you promise not to laugh if it goes horribly wrong?

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei quirks an eyebrow at her, a wry, unspoken question shuttering in his gaze. Have you ever seen me laugh? At all? (An occurrence of such horrific magnitude would tear a rift into the space-time continuum.) ]

[ Heat-mussed, dream-dazed, he lets her stroke his erection, a jack-handling grip that makes him ripple and stretch at the sensation. Tips his head forward, his temple gently bumping hers, damp skin and hair and breath mingling, and says, ]

As long as it doesn't involve juggling knives.

[anatural]

[Right. He isn't Asami. He leans in and she takes the chance to steal one quick kiss.]

No knife juggling. [Just a lot of coordination. Theoretically, Korra should be able to create a bubble of air around her head so she can give him a blowjob underwater. She knows how to make the bubbles really small; she even knows how to make them with one hand (she used it to cheat at a bobbing for apples contest last year). The question is, can she do it one handed while giving him a blowjob.

Well, the worst thing that can happen is she chokes on some water and has to sputter up for air. What's a small amount of possible embarrassment and discomfort in the pursuit of sexual pleasure?

Korra takes a deep breath and dives under water. Her right hand keeps stroking his cock, while her left hand performs the motions to bend the water away from her eyes, nose, and mouth. She starts by just taking his head into her mouth, not wanting to go any farther until she's sure she can handle it.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ ...Well. This isn't something he's had before. (The closest was probably getting head in a speeding vehicle. That particular thrill of coming while doing ninety, and trusting his own self-control enough not to crash and die.) He watches Korra bury herself in bubbles, first up to her sloping shoulders, then to her chin, before she finally vanishes under the water's surface, leaving only a lilypad of mermaid-like dark waves behind. The lilypad floats toward him, and he watches it with slow, thready inhales and slitted eyes. Her hand, its temperature raised by the steaming water to a gorgeous heat, keeps working his dick, and then the lilypad sinks. ]

Hnn...

[ It's not the most mind-blowing sensation. But oh, it's better than expected. Enough to tip the inner globe of his mind dizzily on its axis. His erection feels like a bow of strained, weeping flesh as the hot slickness of her mouth engulfs it, sending a trembling judder up his spine and through every wild meridian on his body. Letting the floating pleasure cradle him, Hei sinks back against the pool's lip, eyes drifting half-shut. ]

[ Even if she can't prolong this game, her incentive is charming enough that he's not going to complain. ]

[anatural]

[Maintaining the bubble is a lot easier than expected. She even finds that she can maintain the bubble while tracing the bending pattern on the skin of his thigh. She decides to get daring, and slowly works her way down his shaft, until she has the whole of his dick in her mouth.

Deep throating underwater. You better damn well be impressed.]