things left unsaid
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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.]
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.]
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Date: 2015-01-04 05:53 am (UTC)[ Far better than he'd expected. ]
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Date: 2015-01-04 06:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-04 06:18 am (UTC)[ He stiffens and clutches at her, urging her along with low hums of pleasure, hearing his own rhythmic desire spilled out in time with the smooth up-and-down bob of her head, the way her clever little fingers fondle his balls, those deep vibratos across his dick as she hums a cheerfully complacent tune. Wave after wave of tension gathers, each one a stripe of sizzling flame that draws a fire line straight from his dick to his boiling brain. It is incredible to him that his own body can contain so much feeling. And every time the he catches his breath, it's like an arc of live current connecting him directly to Korra. ]
[ He's not going to last long. Not at this rate. He can already feel the edge crashing over his body, closing in, like a high, deadly wave. ]
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Date: 2015-01-04 06:36 am (UTC)Are you ready? [The lack of condom doesn't bother her — she still has plenty of Opal's herbs back at the house.]
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Date: 2015-01-04 09:08 pm (UTC)[ He doesn't answer her question. He just clutches at her ass, fingers pushing into the crack, denting muscle. Angles himself with a ripple of his hips, as if he's swimming into her -- right before he slams her down on the impaling heft of his cock, a slosh of disturbed water, a liquid upsurge of pressure. Loving the pliant clench of muscle, fluttering then yielding, as he forces himself inside. The succulent slickness of her enveloping him when he can go no deeper. ]
[ Panting, Hei drags her closer, her body a warm heavy curl against his. Kisses her temple, the peachy smoothness of her cheek, before nosing in to nuzzle at her nape. The scent of her is like wind curling over the earth, pulling up the whiff of late springtime grass. He inhales deep, dizzying breaths. Trying to collect the skittering bits of his self-control. To let his mouth roam, his palms coast, indulging for a minute or two in nothing but luxurious, intensifying petting. ]
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Date: 2015-01-04 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-04 10:07 pm (UTC)[ It's a long moment before he shifts under her -- a deep, attention-stirring thrust. Pulls his arms in to palm her heavy breasts, cupping them as he starts to rock. The kisses he dots around her face, across the shells of her ears, the points of jaw and chin, are soft, intent, trancelike. The ones he prints to her mouth, over and over, are messy, invasive, unabashedly raw. Letting her know how much he wants this. How grateful -- how fucking idiotically happy -- he is to be here with her. ]
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Date: 2015-01-04 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-04 10:46 pm (UTC)[ Fingers dimpling the yeilding skin of her hips, leaving bloodless half-moons across her waist, her ass, he lets her ride him. Each swivel of her body is delicious, tortuous. His vocalizations against her mouth are a filthy hitch-and-skip: humming in wordless pleasure, softly, barely audible, like a club-mix where the bass thumps beneath the synth, then with increasing urgency. The way she moves feels like a song, too: she has bluesy jazz, she has rock-and-roll. ]
[ And he has about fifty fucking seconds. ]
Korra...
[ The words are like the rasp of a blade across a strop. Plea, praise, warning -- all in one. ]
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Date: 2015-01-04 10:57 pm (UTC)She breathes against his lips.] Make it last. [Do whatever you have to do to keep from coming just yet.]
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Date: 2015-01-04 11:32 pm (UTC)[ Korra's whole body seems to grip his, to hotly swallow it. Stroking the jut of her hips, thumbs rubbing contemplative whorls there, Hei stirs beneath her. A different rhythm, more minute and focused, sweet circles and languid pressure. His expression is turned inward, brow creasing first with strain, then in a completely different way, engaged, smoothing out as he tests his control, gets his balance. An high-wire act finding his footing on a wobbly rope. ]
[ Tipping his head up, he kisses Korra's pointed chin. Then, in a moment of gooey impulse, her nose, peering with a sort of mesmerized amusement into that dreamy blue of her eyes. ]
You should ... see yourself.
[ The lush hitch in his voice implies all the filthy things he won't say to her. All the crude blandishments and gentle appellations he can never solidify into speech when she's this close. ]
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Date: 2015-01-04 11:43 pm (UTC)Oh yeah? [She smiles, cheeks warming at the unspoken compliment, teasingly inviting him to keep going.]
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Date: 2015-01-05 12:10 am (UTC)[ So unlike Hei, who can sustain neither patience nor delicacy -- never for long. Least of all for her. His desire is like a fever drug running screaming through him, head pounding hotly just as everything else is pounding and pounding for her, like a chorale with a well-known tune, like he is merely a boy and she is merely a girl, and everything is tidal and base and sweet. ]
[ He can tell she's fishing for more praise. He doesn't know how to respond, though. To speak what he can usually get across so eloquently with touches, kisses. To be inventive and swoony without it being a lie, plucked from his well-stocked repertoire of the thousand petty and profound deceptions. But the truth is so complicated. ]
Like you don't already know ... what a raving beauty you are.
[ He's wry, indulgent of Korra's pique, willing his eyes not to cut away with familiar evasion. ]
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Date: 2015-01-05 12:15 am (UTC)I could list your own charms, if you'd like.
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Date: 2015-01-05 12:43 am (UTC)Don't.
[ He has no idea what she considers charms. The most suitable words he's ever applied to himself in that arena are assets -- a streamlined body that hasn't succumbed to the sagging pull of weight or age yet, an intuitive sense of different bodies, their pressure-points and pleasure-centers, a hefty handful of cock that (mostly) does its work, a face that's aesthetically pleasing enough to disarm, but bland enough to melt into the crowd when his work is done. ]
[ It's the way he's always labeled himself -- as a weapon, a tool. A deadly and efficient brand of both. But nothing extra -- no thrills or frills. It's never occurred to him that Korra would, of course, view him from a different lens. ]
[ He gathers her in closer, loving the moisture-sticky skid of her skin across his, the gorgeous squashed warmth of her breasts nestled against his chest. He kisses her, first with a gulping fierceness, and then, with a soft, languorous sigh, melts it into a warm nuzzle of lips, a delicate scrape of teeth. ]
[ Quietly, half-snark, half-truth, ]
Anyway ... I'm in the habit of thinking of us ... as that stupid story of Beauty and the Beast.
[ Not a tale she's familiar with. Maybe he'll narrate it, in all its twisted, Stockholm Syndrome-y glory, when they have time later. ]
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Date: 2015-01-05 12:54 am (UTC)My best friend in the world is a polar bear dog. I like beasts. [If he doesn't shut her up quickly with kisses, she might start detailing the things she likes about him anyway, just because she can.]
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Date: 2015-01-05 01:31 am (UTC)[ Not that this is a hobby he'd encourage. He'd tried -- and failed -- to starve it out of her, right when he'd first sensed that leaping spark of interest for him. This girl with the jouncing ponytails and the big liontamer's eyes, made fearless by her naivety, going so far as to stick her head in the monster's maw just because she could. What if, instead of letting her closer, he'd bitten down, snapped her in half? What if he'd let the undercurrents of distrust and violence, always a thrumming skein in his psyche, gotten the better of him? Ignored the allure of Korra's promise, everything about her a sweet siren's song. I will give you a new life. Perfect, shiny and new. ]
[ He doesn't want to think about it. ]
[ Instead he catches the melony curve of Korra's skull with widespread hands, fingers threaded in her damp hair. Tips her head back to kiss her throat, the underside of her chin, thumbs smoothing her feathery brows, tracing the lashes that dance like ticklish velvet against his touch. He loves this: the smooth, strange fit of their bodies; the skittering pulse of their blood. Loves the rocking of her hips, the restless stir of his, like two waves meeting and melting, quieting the storm of his thoughts even as they make his brain chime to itself like a choir of broken glass. ]
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Date: 2015-01-05 01:55 am (UTC)You're not a hobby. [She doesn't have the words to explain just how important he is to her, nor the breath. Pleasure is building, stealing her voice and her ability to think.]
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Date: 2015-01-05 02:11 am (UTC)[ He works her with a soft relentless pressure, his hips picking up rhythm under her, a deep repeated prodding inside her, sending ripples flowing out across the surface of the water. They match the heat cresting inside him, wave upon wave, his erection painfully beestung, pleasure threatening to drag him over the falls and crash him. Hungrily, he nudges Korra's lips with his, coaxing them open and feeling hot breath blossom against his skin like some invisible aerial flower that blooms and dies a thousand times, an instant at a time. ]
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Date: 2015-01-05 02:32 am (UTC)Do...the thing... [She's panting, struggling to get what passes for thoughts into words.] The sparks... [Hei had been the one originally to demonstrate the sexual appeal of a little electricity, but Asami had developed it into a full-out kink.]
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Date: 2015-01-05 02:57 am (UTC)[ They're in a pool, so he's wary of letting off too strong a charge. Instead he repeats that game he'd played the first time, his free hand closing around the orb of one breast, squeezing it roughly, lifting it to his open mouth. He sucks with a singleminded pressure, the hard tug of teeth and a wet flick of tongue. God, she tastes so sweet, her breasts so soft, yet plump at the same time and resistant to his kneading fingers. ]
[ With his other hand, he keeps grinding the heel of his palm on her clit, in between sloppy whorls of thumb, deep nudging strokes of his cock. At the same time, trapping her nipple in the wet vaccum of his mouth, he lets a jag of electricity crackle out, brief and hot-cold, just enough to send the exquisite sensation shooting through her breast, then down to where he can almost feel the line connecting between her thighs, where heat blossoms and pressure builds to snapping-point. ]
[ He's determined, after all this unbearable waiting, to get her there. ]
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Date: 2015-01-05 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-05 03:21 am (UTC)[ So he lets her have it -- deep rapid stabs, the snap of his hips brutal, ruthless, as if he's overcome by the denied passion. At the same time he roots feverishly at her breast, sucking the distended nipple into his mouth, gnawing it with his teeth before he fastens on the other one, a fizzling torment of sparks that dance off her skin, soothed by the wet swathes of his tongue. He can feel his climax looming like a heat-wave shimmering on the highway. Can almost taste the impending fireworks, all friction and fury and beating pulse in glorious Technicolor.]
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Date: 2015-01-05 03:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-05 03:48 am (UTC)[ He rides higher and harder, filling her, pinioning her, and a moment later one perfect, splitting hit ignites a spark inside him, and he is coming, a sharp, clench-jawed series of shudders, his come jetting like milky venom into the pillowy, fluttering geography of her sex. ]
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