mortemscintilla: ψ  Say it once, say it twice! (Reaper - Glance)
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WHO: Korra and Hei.
WHAT: Two Contractors after a messy hit.

[ The assignment is complete. After a fashion. ]

[ The target's stretch limousine explodes, a time-bomb hurtling at eighty miles per hour. Hei verifies the detonation in the side-view mirror of their getaway van. The brilliant flames glow across the express lane, a bonfire on a humid July night, the deadly cacophony fifty yards behind him on the I-95. The ferocity from the detonation rolls through the atmosphere, juddering both sides of the interstate and adjacent roads like in a San Francisco earthquake. Brake lights flare in a screeching chorus. Behind Hei, beyond the blazing limousine, four lanes of interstate crowded with cars, trucks, and motorcycles careen to an ear-splitting halt, too late for speed demons to swerve and avoid flying debris. ]

[ Their van keeps going. The target is dead. The botched mission completed in less than forty-eight hours. The teflon-coated politician inside the limo had coasted through a dream-life of caviar and champagne, bodyguards at his side, girls in his lap, boys paid to shoot and kill and girls trained to smile and please. A man who didn't hesitate to have his enemies dragged to the desert and fed to the buzzards. ]

[ A prominent Syndicate faction had become one of his problems. And so the politician became one of theirs. ]

[ All BK201 knows is what he'd been briefed on, during the overseas assignment. And that, in itself, isn't much. The less the killing-machines knew, the better. What mattered was that they rectified the situation as they'd been ordered to. ]

[ The remote trigger that sparked blast is still in Hei's gloved hand. With a zzzt and a curl of smoke, he shorts it out. Tosses it out the window, while their van lurches from right lane to left lane to right lane, threading traffic like a bulky needle, becoming a fast-moving blur vanishing down I-95. Hei exhales, absorbing the metal's chill; the van is a freezer. Across him is the only other survivor of the hit: NC-108. Korra. Both their faces are crusted in dried blood, clothes grimy, hair in tufts. But everything else is intact -- unlike the rest of their teammates. The politician managed to weed them out before they'd fully infiltrated his base. Two were murdered in their hotel room by a hitman dressed as a waiter. The other three were machine-gunned on the street last night during dinner in a café by hostiles in police uniforms. The Syndicate is still recovering their mangled bodies. ]

[ Hei and Korra were advised to abort the operation and contact their respective handlers. Neither had bothered. Hei, because his inner-completionist refused to leave the job undone. Korra, because -- let's face it -- she has a streak, miles wide, that compels her to throw herself into the maelstrom of disaster, daredevilry the cover for an easy exit. During their firefight with the politician's hitmen, Hei had to drag her away a few times from almost certain disembowelment or death -- narrow saves that made Korra grin like she was high, the fevery glow off her skin like an irradiated firefly. ]

[ Hei can't say it bodes well. Not for her -- or her long-term career. ]

[ It doesn't matter. They've both succeeded at this mission. Five dead teammates equal five less cuts on the final payment. There's a tidy sum waiting for the two of them. A quarter of a million dollars, each. Hei's cellphone has already vibrated with the message: FUNDS TRANSFERRED. ]

[ It's a living, he thinks, gazing out the window with a sedate veneer but a tensile edge to his jaw. Forty-eight hours, five eliminated associates, and he's earned $250,000. And all it took was a few scrapes and bruises, a tricky full-immersion identity, and a block of old-fashioned C-4. ]

[ The Syndicate's safehouse is in an old motel, one of twelve pink stucco cottages strung out around a gravel parking lot. The cabin reeks of must, and like everything that night, humidly salty. Switching on the rattling air-conditioner, Hei conducts his careful sweep for bugs across the room. Satisfied, he shrugs off his coat -- stiff with caked blood -- before glancing impassively toward Korra, ]


Take the first shower.

[ He's not being a gentleman. But the widest window for enemy retaliation -- and the Syndicate's own post-mission clean-ups -- occurs in the twelve hours after the successful hit. If they're ambushed, Hei doesn't plan to be naked, dripping wet and unarmed. ]

nope

Date: 2015-03-26 02:53 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra frowns (Annoyed: Sulky frown)
From: [personal profile] anatural
That was yesterday. Why wait to tell me now? [Korra stares at him, her eyes narrowed slightly. She can't think of a reason for him to send her into a trap — he's had plenty of other chances to attack her over the past few days, and there are better ways to kill her. At the same time, the timing is awfully suspicious.]

Are you trying to get rid of me?

forgot i had some spare dw points...

Date: 2015-03-26 11:41 pm (UTC)
anatural: Korra spies jealously (Annoyed: Grrr)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[Yeah, he looks real jumpy. She rolls her eyes, and is still not pacified.]

If you're that jumpy, maybe you should come too. [If this is a trap, she's not going to walk in alone.]

Date: 2015-03-27 12:50 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra is bored (Annoyed: Bored now)
From: [personal profile] anatural
Ha. Ha. [She kicks a gust of wind at him, a half-hearted tongue-waggling rather than an actual attack. She doesn't otherwise dignify that "babysitter" comment with a response.

The cantina isn't far, well within walking distance. The night is just cool enough to send a pleasant shiver through her skin. She can already feel the music in her bones, her footsteps the percussive beat to an unformed melody. She loves dancing. Dancing and Naga are the only two things in her life that remain untarnished. They don't make life worth living — they don't make her regret the idea of dying — but they make existence bearable.

She doesn't bother trying to make conversation. He's terrible at it anyway, and not the kind of terrible where she could at least enjoy watching him suffer.]

Date: 2015-03-27 03:16 am (UTC)
anatural: Pencil test of Korra dancing (Dancing: Hips don't lie)
From: [personal profile] anatural
Don't have fun without me. [She grabs his drink, takes a gulp, and spins away before he can protest. She laughs as she jumps into the writhing, pulsing crowd. It doesn't take her long to get into the rhythm, letting energy become part of her and then pass through.

She keeps an eye out for a trap — or a good lay. A few guys approach: some too hands-y, some too delicate-looking, others just not clicking. (She knows the problem. She's attracted to a certain kind of condescension, coupled with power and intensity. It's something she realized during her fling with that cute Japanese guy — Mako. He was no Contractor, but he was strong by human standards, and he had this attitude like he was waiting for the world to impress him... while still being fiercely ambitious and passionate. It was like bedding fire.

Unfortunately, there's only one guy here she knows fits the bill.]

1/2

Date: 2015-03-27 11:25 pm (UTC)
anatural: Korra lies on top of Mako (Shippy: Pressed Together)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[Korra sees Hei make off with another woman -- not fair! He's not even the one who came here to get laid! So she grabs the hand of the guy grinding against her ass and drags him towards the bathroom. He's cute, he's horny, and if nothing else, he's thick.

The cantina has single unisex bathrooms, so Korra's able to lock the door behind them. (She ignores his nervous prattle — blah blah he's never done something before, blah blah god she's so hot, blah.)]


No talking.

[He shuts up, so she rewards him by dropping to her knees and unzipping his pants. He's already at half-mast; a quick blowjob should get him ready for a pounding. He makes charming little whimpers of pleasure as she sucks him off, and is almost flatteringly confused when she asks him for a condom. (Still, she's glad she brought her own.) A quick slide, a little shimmy, and he's pushed inside her. Fuck yes. Fuck. Yes. She hooks her legs around his waist and moves her hips faster. Ignores his breathless pleas to slow down —]

2/3 actually

Date: 2015-03-27 11:31 pm (UTC)
anatural: Korra is deeply uncomfortable (Awkward: SHIT)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[Until he shudders, and she feels his come squirting out into the condom.

She stops and stares at him.]


Are you fucking kidding me?

[No, no he's not. And he's softening quickly, which means he has to pull out before the condom slips off.] I can't believe this. [She shoves him off and pulls up her pants. The frustrated desire is actually, physically painful. She's tempted to kill him, but they're trying to keep a low profile. So she just bursts out of the bathroom, leaving Mr. Disappointing to clean himself up.]

done

Date: 2015-03-27 11:45 pm (UTC)
anatural: Korra kissing someone's shoulder (Shippy: Shoulder kiss)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[No more picking at random. Korra needs release; she needs a fuck that will leave her bruised and unable to stand. She's not going to let Hei tell her "no" this time.

She finds him out in the garden, his hands up that woman's skirt. A dim part of her is surprised they're not farther along - either Hei's secretly a romantic who likes to take it slow, or he's not as into this woman as he's pretending to be. Korra would bet money on the latter. And since he's probably just banging this woman because she'll take her panties off, then he won't mind switching one pussy for another.

She taps the woman on the shoulder.]


You might want to get inside. Your wife is looking for you.

[The woman pales, jerks away, and frantically tries to straighten her clothes before leaving. Once she's gone, Korra yanks him in for a kiss — offer and demand in one.]

Date: 2015-03-28 01:06 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra leans in for a kiss (Shippy: Getting Intimate)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[Cryptically smooth, but the way he's touched her tells Korra everything she needs to know. He knows exactly how much violence to use to make stars explode behind her eyes; just the right amount of force to make her body tremble with need. He'll eat her alive and she'll love every moment of it.]

Getting there. [She wraps her legs around his hips and grinds herself against his erection.] Seems to me like we're both after the same thing. [As added enticement, she pulls off her shirt. It doesn't matter that they're basically in public; sports bras are perfectly acceptable to wear in public. (Which makes them the perfect bra for situations like these. Easy to pull up for access, easy to pull back down for propriety.) Her shirt flutters to the ground, unwanted and forgotten.]

Date: 2015-03-28 02:20 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra flirts with Bolin (Shippy: Let's get outta here)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[Except he is. She's broken the Black Reaper's iron-control, has him ready to maul her. The way he kisses her, the cruel twists to her nipples, even the hand around her throat — it's all perfect. Frustration is the sweetest ache.

She slides her hands down to the clasp of his pants. She doesn't want to just lie there and look pretty, after all — she wants to give as good as she gets.]

Date: 2015-03-28 03:34 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra grins smugly (Smug: Coy look)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[The slaps to her breasts get little more than grunts of pleasure-pain, but that hit between her legs -- an area already over-sensitized from frustration and the earlier thwarted fucking -- all but makes her scream. She chokes it back as best she can and, as he pulls away to undo his pants, takes the chance to catch her breath.

Dicks are such strange, funny things, especially with pale guys. The color difference between the rest of their skin and their erection is so different, it looks like someone else's penis. Hei's is much the same in that respect, a deep ruddy color, like a particularly nasty bruise. But it definitely looks like it belongs to him. Korra's never seen an angrier looking penis. She manages not to giggle... in part because he hauls her up and demands a blowjob in the most obnoxious way possible.]


Yes sir. [She mock salutes, then takes him in hand. It pulses angrily too, so she kisses the tip. She keeps her touches torturously soft, as though she's afraid she might break it, little kisses and licks and nuzzles.

Then she opens her throat and takes him in straight to the hilt.

She likes deep-throating; it's a skill she worked hard to acquire, and it's never failed to impress the men she's slept with. She likes to start without any movement, just swallowing and humming. Then of course it varies by lover, whether she goes fast or slow, how much she pulls out. For Hei, she pulls out all the way, until the tip barely remains inside. She grabs his hands and digs her nails in so he doesn't try to set the pace himself. He wants to see how good she is with her mouth? He'll have to stand back and watch.]

Date: 2015-03-29 12:28 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra screams in pain (Pain: Screaming)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[It is fun. Korra's had more than a few bad fucks, of course, but nothing to taint the idea of sex for her. She gave her virginity to a girl in her village a few years before being dragged into the Syndicate's world. And even as a Syndicate operative, she's never had to sell herself, or been forced to sleep with anyone she didn't choose. For her, sex is just plain fun — even sex with someone she hates.

She moans quietly as he goes down on her. The ridiculously uncomfortable angle doesn't matter — just the fact of getting eaten out is a pleasant surprise. That twerp who couldn't even keep his dick hard would never have done this. Sex for him (and for a lot of her impulse one-night stands, really) was all about dick in hole. Who knew that the Black Reaper would be into more?

And fuck he is good at it. Her arms aren't long enough to grab his hair, so she latches onto his forearms, digs into his skin. Her hips move instinctively, trying to fuck his tongue. She can feel the pressure building up just below her belly; all it will take is one little push for her to explode like a geyser.]

Date: 2015-03-29 02:38 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra screams in pain (Pain: Screaming)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[Operational necessity to spend twenty-one hours fucking her senseless? Is that what they're calling it these days.

He's smart to move as quickly as he does — she almost breathes fire on him when he stops short of her orgasm. He shoves her to the floor, and she tastes blood in her mouth. Her nipples are so stiff, they feel like blades being thrust into her breasts by the press of the floor. Everything hurts and it's exactly what she wants.]


FUCK! [It's a strangled scream as he hits her, making her body shudder. She blinks back tears and tries to get the traction to buck her hips up.]

Do those — two count? [She's pretty sure they don't, but she wants to show that she's not cowed just because he's got her pinned by the neck with a belt to her ass.]

Date: 2015-03-29 04:23 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra screams in pain (Pain: Screaming)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[Korra can't help making a face when he shoves the panties in her mouth -- they taste terrible. She's never much cared for her own flavor, and this is her flavor mixed with sweat, cotton, and maybe the faintest hint of Mr. Disappointment. It knocks her out of the stratosphere his brutal spanking had sent her flying out to.

Then he thrusts inside her with one deep stroke and she doesn't care. Maybe Mr. Disappointment had served a purpose, helping her loosen up so she could take Hei in like this. Fuck, this is what she wanted, not just today but since that first night when he shut down her invitations. Her abused flesh cries out in pain where he pushes against her, which only makes her buck harder against him.

We could have been fucking like this all week, she wants to tell him, except she's too busy screaming. Doggy style is one of her favorite positions... She loves the wild, animalistic nature of it. (She also uses it as shorthand for her one night stands, an easy way to tell them don't get attached without getting into a lady-boner killer conversation about feelings and expectations.) She bucks her hips and writhes against the table, going mad with pleasure.]

Date: 2015-03-30 03:07 am (UTC)
anatural: Pencil test of Korra dancing (Dancing: Shake it)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[The one problem with this position -- one that dawns on her slowly, because she loves the feeling of something inside her, filling her, pounding her -- is the way it neglects her clit. She is hot and horny and feeling amazing, but it's stalled. She needs more stimulation if she's going to come. Hei isn't doing anything to remedy that (no surprise), and shoved up against the table like this, she can't take care of it herself.]

Back up. [She pushes her hips back, trying to make some room for her to touch herself without breaking her wrist against the table.]

/TACKLES

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