Who cares what picture you see?

[mortemscintilla]

WHO: Korra and Hei
WHAT: Two crazy kids catch a movie. This thread is about a millimeter deep.

[ A new Mover. Faster Nuktuk! Kill! Kill! The title alone doesn't bear thinking of. Scorpions crawling around in his boxers sound more fun. Hei has no idea why he agreed to go. But Korra assured him it wasn't a four-hour epic, and that if he got too bored they could slip away. With reluctance, but aware of certain unpaid debts of boyfriendly attention, he agreed. ]

[ Since Yin's return, he knows he hasn't been spending as much time with her as he ought to. Too busy setting up living arrangements for his friend, trying without words to bridge the gap of three inexplicable years, to make sure she's safe and -- yes, happy. Because she's wasted eerily away since they've been apart, a dull-eyed washed-out husk of herself. Too Doll-like to fill him with anything but dread. ]

[ The past few weeks, he's compensated by paying her steady attention. Until she understands that he's not going anywhere, until she feels entitled to his time as a friend should. He encourages her to listen to radio broadcasts for events, so she'll be prepared with suggestions about what they might do. He gets her audio books in cassettes, a small, ornately-carved zither to play tunes on, practices his increasingly-spotty German on her, gently coaxes her out to eat all sorts of unthinkable things: arctic hen testicles, jelly of turtleduck, thousand year old eggs. He's not sure the outings make a lick of a difference. But last week, Yin was actually the one to initiate their always-brief, one-sentence conversations, rather than the other way around. Hei takes that as a good sign. ]

[ Tonight, the air carries a chill, and Korra is sunshine temperature, a little waft of summer walking at his side. Hei lets his hand curl around hers, tucking them both with a habitual air into his coat pocket. Also with a habitual air, he scans the street as they drift through the crowd, checking ambush positions, logging exits and hideaways, with the practiced nonchalance of an ex-Syndicate op. Everything looks fine. ]

[ By degrees, he allows his tension to thaw, until it is no more than a small shard lodged in his guts. The theater lies ahead, its marquee of lights boxing in the words Nuktuk like the moral of a Sunday sermon on a church sign. A knot of people wait outside; families jawing amiably, children squealing, teenagers boiling over with hormone-driven energy, giggling and jostling one another. Surrounded on all sides by normal, Hei feels wariness tugging his brows like needle with a thread. But Korra's scent is a sweet tickle in his nose, her fingers delicate, yet comfortingly strong in his, and her soft prattle laps richly at his ear, grounding his scattershot senses. ]

[ Squeezing her hand, he edges in closer. His voice is wary, interest hidden under a hard shell. ]

Is this the theater where they use real butter for the popcorn?

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[mortemscintilla]

[ His favorite mind -- whether it's full of wriggly eels or leaking sunshine. Even if that mind of hers is wired by warriors and tree-hugging hippies; because it's the reason she always lives so exuberantly, why she enforces balance as a right, not a privilege. Because that mind fuels moods that burn on a scale of Hollywood Technicolor to Aztec Apocalypse. Because that mind is the reason she loves so foolishly and fiercely, as if it isn't a limbic system but a sugar-factory, spinning entire monuments built from tiny surreal moments of joy. ]

[ Yes. He likes that mind very much -- even if he still understands it not at all. ]

[ Her wild scream bounces off the cheap porcelain fixtures, the dull tile walls, the stain-flecked mirror, and shoots like liquid lightning up his spine, a hunger so violent it feels like it's trying to drag itself out of him, a monster clawing below the surface of his skin. Digging brutal fingers into her thighs, Hei wrenches them wide apart, uncaring of her balance, as long as she stays planted on the sink. She's sopping wet and succulent, and he laps at her rapidly with the tip of his tongue, fluttering nymphae to twitching clit, then closes his mouth over her sex and cleans her in earnest, sucking with a purling growl like a feeding animal. ]

[anatural]

[And ouch okay that's her head whacking against the mirror and her lower back being stabbed by the spout. She doesn't even care. She comes so hard her elbows give out and she just barely manages to fall forward, resting her arms on his shoulders.]

Fuck. [She pants and blinks, trying to pull herself together.]

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[ She melts against the sink, one big floppy boneless tangle, psychadelically hazy of gaze and oh-so-beautiful. Hei manages a brief sketch of a smile, licking his slicked lips, her thighs a slippery-soft enfolding against the hard curve of his skull and her sex radiating heat, beads of clear moisture clinging to the dark curls. ]

[ He kisses her there, idly, before he rises and straightens, his head nudging Korra's encircling arms as he exercises his neck, working the kinks out. His dick has been lured to an aching fullness, and rolls hotly near the skin of his abs, the whispering fabric of his shirt. His balls are a soft throbbing knot of need. But he ignores all that for a moment, leaning in to kiss her gasping mouth, to nuzzle a few loose strands of hair, because she's so fucking radioactively pretty after he's done making her thrash and gibber like a little monkey girl. ]

[ Not that he'll call her a monkey-girl to her face. ]

...Pretty...

[ Sometimes the Cro-Magnon classics work best. ]

[anatural]

[Yes. "Pretty" is much better than "monkey girl." Well done, Hei. Korra nibbles on his lip and giggles as someone tries to open the door. She feels too giddy to be embarrassed or self-conscious about it. Yeah, he just ate her out in a public bathroom. So what? Nobody knows it was them.

Still...] We should probably free up the bathroom. [She slides carefully off of the sink, but makes no further move to get dressed or depart. In fact, her hand wraps around his erection — intended to be a promise that she's not going to forget his pleasure, but she could get distracted....]

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They can wait a few minutes...

[ Forehead lightly butting hers, Hei glints down at her -- more poutily boyish than suggestive. He's never been inclined to talk when action suffices, but lately he's noticed his own tendency to exercise facial tics and subtle expressions, where before none existed. He tries to chalk it up to the chameleon in him, the shape-shifter mirroring the body-language of those around him. But it runs deeper than that. Around Korra, it's easier to let his habitual wariness go. To just be -- even if it's by degrees and in flickering glimpses. ]

[ His erection leaks a wealth of ropey heat, balm on raw flesh, second to the warmth of Korra's hand. Curling his fingers over hers, Hei jacks them slowly up and down, letting her feel the twitching cadence of his pulse, hard and taut the flesh is. ]

There's no way I can walk out like this.

[anatural]

[The change in him has come so slowly that Korra barely registers it... she can't tell if he's more expressive or if she just knows him better. A part of her likes the idea of him being a cipher only she can read, a mystery only she can know. She grins up at him as he takes her hand in his.]

I don't know... We could give everybody a show. Let them see what they're missing.

[Another person tries the door, and Korra puts her finger to his lips, even though he's not the one talking.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ If it's any consolation, she knows him better than most people -- except maybe Pai. Knows enough, at least, to sift through his layers and recognize which facets of him are calculated smokescreen, which ones an intrinsic reserve. At least she understands better now, that his mind isn't a nest of hissing vipers, but something altogether more mangled and double-edged and unpredictable. He's not sentimental enough to believe she's helped him heal from it, filled in empty spaces and smoothed jagged edges. But honestly? She is high on the list. ]

[ Attention fastened on the rattling doorknob, he keeps half an ear on her words, ]

And get arrested for public indece --

[ Blinking, he breaks off at the press of her finger, his expression reshaping into one of questioning interest. The fingers wrapped around hers squeeze lightly, an unspoken, What? ]

[anatural]

[The door keeps rattling, that's what. To the point that Korra almost wants to shout IT’S LOCKED, GO AWAY! except that would give away the game.

Go away go away go away go away! She thinks that as hard as she can, even as she wiggles her foot into the leg of her pants, half heartedly getting dressed... and continuing to stroke him. They have to give up eventually. Besides, it's kind of hot, doing this and knowing that someone is on the other side of the door.

I'm going to get the janitor. Well fuck.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Oh for fuck's sake... ]

[ Hei keeps his hand clasped firmly around Korra's, pulse pinwheeling on the edge of urgency even as he pitches his voice to an irritable shout for the benefit of the idiot on the other side of the door. ]

I am the janitor. [ And, mirabilia, he sounds like one of its stoop-shouldered, bushy-mustachioed, mop-waltzing breed, too. ] Keep away from this restroom. A pipe's gonna blow and there'll be a mess.

[ Pun unwillingly intended. ]

[anatural]

[Korra chokes on a laugh. Even after all these years, she can be surprised by what he's able to do. She waits until the person on the other side shouts obscenities about the state of the theater and and storms off before she indulges in some giggling.]

A pipe's gonna blow, huh?

[Her other hand reaches down to fondle his balls.]

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The 'mess' is optional.

[ Hei tries to bite down the smile clinging stupidly to his mouth. Korra's body is a radiant heat against his, in delicious contrast to the cool shiver arcing fizzily along his spine, her fingers strolling down to play with the taut weight of his balls and threatening to make his knees jelly out. ]

[ Swaying, he presses closer to her, hips jerking distractedly as his mouth grabs at her -- temple, ear, neck -- with its own erotic volition. He's bought them a few moments of time, but he's torn between utilizing it for a well-earned blowjob or the more greedy and all-encompassing uprising for a good hard fuck. ]

[anatural]

[Korra's got her own preferences. Much as she'd love to have him plow her until she can't walk straight, that's no way to make a clean getaway. Taking a deep breath, she breaks away so she can finish pulling up her pants, brushing off his protests with a quiet Gimme a second.

Once she's dressed again, she drops to her knees and kisses the tip of his erection.]

I told you I wouldn't leave you hanging.

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There's no trusting your moods.

[ Heavy on the irony, because if there is anyone with volatile moods, it's him. His gaze pans down as she descends, fixing on that glossy mouth of hers in automatic perv-cam. When she kisses the oversensitized tip of his erection, his eyes slip half-shut, the taut angles of his face dissolving and reforming. On instinct, one hand curves around the shape of her skull, fingers threaded through her soft hair. His hips tic, but he keeps himself from shoving inside her mouth without request, cock sliding across that clever little tongue, ]

[ Instead, with his other hand, he traces the contours of her face, a heated, careless impulse that carries in it a fine-tuned request. ]

[anatural]

Oh please. I'm the moody one? You are the KING of moody. You should have a crown or something. [Yes, yes, the more she talks, the more she's not blowing him, but that's the point. If he's going to give her sass like that, she's going to punish him. She kisses and licks him as she talks back, but she doesn't take him in her mouth like he wants.]

Wu might have one you could borrow...

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[ Hei twitches as she laps at him with her tongue, a dizzy surge of pleasure that twangs with her non-stop twittering. She often teases him like this now that he's formally declared his love, snark and banter that from any other woman would make him glower. But there's a list of reasons why he doesn't glower - the spice-coating on those words does nothing to detract from her mouth, or the touch of her tongue that is like pure, dark, honeyed sex. Also the fact that when Korra sometimes talks it's like some kooky cartoon, like a talking cat marooned on an island and hallucinating food everywhere it looks, and all Hei hears is, chatter chirp prattle SEX etc etc SEX yakkity yak SEX. And? In the end she's really just teasing. ]

[ Instead, in a playful warning, he tugs at a tuft of her hair. ]

Mentioning Wu doesn't exactly get me hot. [ A beat, before he offers a small, bland smile. ] Might do it for Mako, though...

[anatural]

[Well Korra was going to wrap her mouth around him, except that comment has her choking. Mako would explode at the implication that he was interested in Wu... but there's no denying that Wu is the closest thing Mako had to a long term relationship. The two men have been all but joined at the hip for years, and Mako bitches about it but he doesn't try that hard to get away from him. Korra thinks Mako likes having someone to fuss over now that Bolin is grown up and independent.

She covers her mouth to stifle the giggles as a laughing, chattering couple approaches --- fortunately, they don't try the door.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ The closest thing to a long-term relationship? Please. They're practically married. But hey -- it's not like Hei has any room to judge Mako's (hilariously inconsistent and unbelievably awful) track record. Especially when you consider he's seldom had any relationships worthy of the term -- let alone any that lasted longer than week-old yogurt. And let's not get into the lies, trauma and carnage that each fling left behind. ]

[ Yeah. You know what? He's just going to stop thinking about it. ]

[ He hears the clash of voices outside the door. A passing fragment of discordant and unfamiliar yielding against the warm burble of Korra's giggles. Several expressions dart across his face, too quick to follow, before he settles on a faint, dry smile. Isn't this every man's wet-dream? Standing in a disinfectant-reeking bathroom with his prick out for a cackling woman? ]

[ Palming the curve of her cheek, he traces her lips with his thumb. ]

...Are you done?

[ Because his dick is getting cold, confused and lonely. ]

[anatural]

[Awww, his poor, sad, lonely dick. Korra nips his finger, but the point's well taken. She licks a long stripe up the bottom off his shaft, then finally wraps her lips around the head and sucks hard, an abrupt change from the earlier light, teasing touches. She's found he likes a little unpredictability, almost as much as he likes it hard and rough.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ The moment she draws him into the gorgeously hot vacuum of her mouth, Hei's abs ripple and his mouth drops open in a shivery gust of air. With his free hand he braces his arm against the mirror. The other cradles her jaw, fingers threading into the soft hair at the base of his skull, drawing her in with an apposite, opposite delicacy. He's never especially loud about his desire, but he lets off a series of low, almost inaudible rasping hums that let her know how quickly he is climbing, his hips jerking to try and coax his dick deeper into her mouth, the tendons on his wrists taut with a ticcing impatience. ]

[ His hair swings forward, fine strands stirred by short breath, but his gaze stays fixed on Korra -- the prettily disordered sight of her with heat-rouged and hollowed cheeks and those bright blue eyes, the fluorescent lights doing cruelty to her face, tinting her skin greenish yet somehow magnifying her in a catalytic storm of heat and texture and color. ]

[anatural]

[Despite his encouragement, Korra doesn't take him in deeper. She teases him with her tongue, dipping it into the weeping slit, running it along every vein and crease. Her revenge for all those years of sexual torture and practical orgasm denial. Besides, he's sexy when he's just a little frustrated. (She still doesn't try pushing his temper, not usually, but she likes getting under his skin.)

Eventually, though, she opens up her throat and takes him all the way in one fell swoop. She loves deep-throating, for much the same reason she loves anal sex: the tension and challenge of accommodating him... And how not many people can do it the way she can. She loves being good at things.]

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[ And she is, at these particular things, so very good. ]

[ Hei's spine judders as Korra teases him with maddening languor and complacent cat-licks. It's an effort not to grab her head and shove the twitching heft of his dick down her throat. Instead, on a low-key groan, he slides his hand deeper into her silky-furry hair and encourages his own hip-motions to slow. ]

[ Korra's mouth, though, is on its own relentless speed setting. When she takes him in, all the way, all at once, it is pure bliss, greedy and complete, lighting a fuse from groin to brainstem with its sweet urgency of sensation; his ears and cheeks burn; his balls ache, the whole length of his cock throbs, seared by her teeth and tongue and throat. When he speaks, the words tumble out, barely audible between jittery inhales, somehow diffused and magnified by the tiled walls. ]

Good. Fuck -- that's so good

[ Positive reinforcement is said to be the most effective form of behavioral modification. He doesn't believe that crap -- Korra seems to get by with simple non-verbal cues, especially if her exhibitions of lingual artistry are anything to go by. But that doesn't mean he should be stingy with praise. ]

[anatural]

[Yes, please, praise on. Korra doesn't chase after flattery, but that doesn't mean it's unappreciated. And while Hei has gotten better about dishing out compliments, they still have the flavor off something precious and rare. She hums deep in her throat to add a little extra sensation, and brushes her fingers lightly against his balls. How soft can she make her touches, how much can she tease him until he blows?]

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[ She slows down, and her hum undulates through Hei in a delightful top-to-toe vibration. Eyes slipping shut, he lets his head tilt back to the ceiling, a bob of pale throat and a restless cant of hips. He might as well be goddamn Stevie Wonder singing with sightless soundless bliss. Sweat beads his temples, making inky licks of hair adhere to his face, while his pulse beats rapidly in throat and scalp, driven by a thumping heart. ]

[ Panting, he strokes Korra's hair, its softly ticklish texture making his palms tingle, loving how her skull in his hands feels so satisfyingly heavy and warm. Loving too, the subtle but deliberate trust of both their positions -- she with her mouth wrapped so exquisitely tight around that vulnerable part of him, and she with his shock-inducing hands curled right against her nape, palm cupping her head, where it would be so easy to feed a sizzling volt to her cerebellum. ]

[ A thought that would have blazed at the forefront of his mind, years ago, a guarantee of control. But now it just makes him cradle her closer, the better to sink deep into her mouth, to let her know his tension-wracked body is hers to play with. ]

[anatural]

[Such a reversal from their early encounters, when it was her body being played like an instrument — a cherished toy that was still completely in his control. How they managed to get to this point from those volatile, damaging, complicated days is a mystery Korra doesn't bother contemplating; it's enough for her that they did. She doesn't regret any of that early pain, because she's learned from it.

And now she gets to be here, scarred but whole and stupidly happy. Blowing the man she loves in a public bathroom, which out of context sounds more seedy than romantic, but it's just how she likes it. She keeps working him slowly, teasingly, but building inexorably up to his climax.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She doesn't regret it. But Hei does -- with a deep, low-down quiver of how squalid their history is. Because of how they'd begun, by accident, on drunken whim, and because his fixation with her began not with her but the ghost she'd reminded him of. Because there was no romance or even goodwill between them, not at first. Just a desire for her body -- possessing it, using it, abusing it, for his own bitter consolations and frustrations. ]

[ The more he remembers it, the more chilling, perplexing, disquieting it seems. ]

[ Yet he can't be sorry he met her. He's lucky he did -- in squalid circumstances or otherwise. ]

[ His eyes are still closed -- a rarity in itself -- but his hands feel full of vision; Korra's skull hard and faceted; ears pliant as flame against his palms and her hair rasping sleekly across his fingers. His hips are stirring with a restrained urgency against her mouth as if he is torn between keeping steady and trying to climb deep inside that wonderful heat of her throat. From his own taut throat, he can hear the low, lewd grunts almost like pain tripping out, and then -- escaping like a spill of loose beads as his climax nears -- several escalating little gasps, low-pitched and jittery. ]

[ When he comes, it's on a spasm of painful gratitude, a jetting heat, his mind spinning out into the darkness behind his closed eyes like a paper streamer in a storm. ]