fuse_box | things left unsaid

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universe: after the city

things left unsaid

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.]

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[ 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.

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...]

[ 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?

[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.

[ 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?

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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?

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?

[ 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.

[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?

[ 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.

[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.]

[ ...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. ]

[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.]

[ Impressed isn't the right word. He is already buzzing with an awe-struck dizziness, nearly halfway there, loving that wet, gorgeous sweetness of her mouth, the friction brutally perfect yet also perfectly choreographed, which is something he hadn't expected (from Korra after all). The noise that drags out of his throat is more like sandpaper on stone; a deep, rasping strain. He fights the urge to buck, even as his cock twitches insistently, held captive in Korra's mouth, vibrating at a low-down cadence -- god, how could he be so close already -- and then his hands slip into the water to wed themselves to the curve of her skull. Not a forceful grip, but a slow, gratified caress. ]

[ Far better than he'd expected. ]

[She could keep this up forever — or at least as long as her jaw allows. Her now-free right hand fondles his balls as her left hand continues to tease the skin of his thigh with bending patterns, and she hums deep in her throat. Nothing in particular, just a nonsense tune of smug self-satisfaction as she mentally declares herself Blowjob Queen.]

[ Sorry, Your Highness. He has no crown to offer you. (A pearl necklace, maybe?) ]

[ 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. ]

[That's okay, Her Royal Majesty of the Blowjob isn't going to completely live up to her title. The heat of the water is making her a little dizzy, and she doesn't want to push her luck by trying to keep bending while he shoots sperm down her throat. She gets him as close to the edge as she dares and then resurfaces, gasping in shock & relief as the cool air hits her skin, but not stopping for a moment. She keeps a tight grip on his dick as she straddles his waist and teases the tip against her seam.]

Are you ready? [The lack of condom doesn't bother her — she still has plenty of Opal's herbs back at the house.]

[ In the back of his mind, Hei prays to the cosmos at large that doing this condomless -- as they have been since he got back -- is not a monumental error waiting to happen. His erection twitches with a relentless cadence inside her palm, matching the pulse at his temples, his throat. The friction where the tip kisses the splayed heat of her sex is exquisite. Perched astride him, her wet hair plastered to her scalp, clear droplets pearling her face, crystal-clusters of moisture gathering on her collarbones and her dripping breasts, she is a gorgeous mess, throwing off energy like an amethyst. ]

[ 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. ]

[Korra tenses as she hears rustling in the bushes, but it's only some animals that her cry startled into flight. Hei is settled deep inside her, stretching her, locking into place like a cog in a machine. They're both exploring each other with their hands in a way that almost seems innocent. She nibbles on his neck, leaves a trail of pink bruises down to his shoulder. There's no race to orgasm, which is exactly what she wanted.]

[ The lazy pleasure and the gathering impatience come together in Hei's groin and chest and head: a cool tingling under his skin, a hot buzz in his skull. It feels like Korra is trying to eat him alive, her teeth sharp and her lips hungry, leaving a snake-trail of blotches that throb in her wake. Breathless, inventorying himself, he realizes he's murmuring something to her, insensible slurred words of approval and affection. Staring at her lush mouth, her eyes heavy and blue and seeming to sing to him, before he tips his head to kiss her, parting her lips and letting his tongue curl restlessly against her teeth. ]

[ 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. ]

[Oh, she knows. She kisses him back with even greater force, like she's trying to imprint this feeling into his bones, so he can hold onto a sense of security even when they're not fucking. She rolls her hips in rhythm with his, but forces herself to pay close attention to any signs of impending climax. As soon as it seems like he's close, she plans on going still and letting his desire abate a little before she works him up again. She's going to make this last as long as she can.]

[ Hei surges and ripples as she moves, a tense wall of muscle against her, a slow throb of bloodrush inside her. So much throttled reassurance in her kisses; he feeds on it with a dizzy gratitude, his mouth grinding against hers until he can feel her teeth cut the inside of his lip. Breaks on a jittery gasp, forehead rolling against hers, only to resume the kiss again, too needy to be gentle. He's not sure when fear and insecurity will pull the safety pin on his temper again, make it start to tick. But right now he doesn't care. The heat of her cuts through everything like a pure-white knife. Yet her tenderness is a balm, soothing that bitter ache inside him. ]

[ 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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