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. ]

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.]
anatural: Korra struggles in ropes (Angry: All tied up)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[Hey, she doesn't care who touches her, as long as one of them does. Though that changes as soon as he starts teasing her and she realizes he's not just indifferent to her orgasm — he's not going to let her come. He's going to blow his wad and leave her sore, bruised, and choking on frustrated desire.

Fuck. This is taking orgasm denial to a whole new level — from hot frustration that makes the eventual climax all the more satisfying to sexual torture. If he tries to leave her like this, she's going to freeze his balls in ice and set the rest of him on fire, then go into the cantina and fuck the first person who promises to make her come. She's been dying for this orgasm all week. She's not going to let the Black Reaper reaper it.]

/TACKLES

Date: 2015-04-03 11:29 pm (UTC)
anatural: Korra fights (Angry: Everything clicks)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[Not being attached to life isn't the same thing as being sick of it, a fact which seems to elude Hei. There is plenty to enjoy in life, like sex and good food and cool crisp days and walks with Naga. But death offers freedom, which is why she doesn't fear it.

He comes and she almost howls, frustration and ache and need.]
You're not finished. [She yanks her arm free from his grip and grabs for one of his hands, determined to shove it between her legs. She's going to come, God damn it. She's going to get her satisfaction.]

/smooches

Date: 2015-04-04 01:02 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra is bored (Annoyed: Bored now)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[She is going to kill him. She is going to kill him so dead. She calls up a ball of flame, thinking about how she wanted to burn him alive -- and just as quickly lets it die. She's not irrational, after all. This is no place, and she's in no state for, a fight, particularly with BK-201.

Besides, that hard biting kiss shows he's no musket -- he's got a few rounds left. If all of them are as intense as the fuck they just had, she'll be very well satisfied.

Still, she doesn't move when he gives his little command.]


Why should I?

Date: 2015-04-04 02:07 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra leans in for a kiss (Shippy: Getting Intimate)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[She can't keep herself from moaning as he grinds against her. Fuck but she needs this so badly.]

Don't make a promise you can't keep.

[She tugs down her bra, wiggles into her pants and boots, and tugs her shirt back over her head, forcing the desire down into a dark box, to be re-opened back at the hotel.]

So let's go. [She slaps his ass for good measure.]

Date: 2015-04-04 03:40 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra flirts with Bolin (Shippy: Let's get outta here)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[Korra lets him maul her breasts and neck while she undoes her pants. Once they're unzipped, she twists around and hooks her leg around his, pressing herself against his thigh.

She doesn't even think about pretending he's someone else; that's not how she operates. That shit's for people with active imaginations and low standards. Korra fucks exactly who she wants to fuck. Dick is abundant and low value. And there is something a little intoxicating about it being him in particular. Struggling with him gives her the same rush she felt when they first fought, before he destroyed her life. She fights; he wins, but instead of destruction she gets mind-blowing sex. The psychology of it would be fascinating, if she cared about that sort of thing.

But she doesn't. She just wraps her arms around him and presses herself closer.]


I believe someone promised me what I want. As many times as I want it.

Date: 2015-04-04 04:41 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra leans back and smirks (Smug: Shy saucy grin)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[It's what, a 15 minute walk from the cantina? Short refractory period — Korra appreciates that in a man. She smiles and rests her hand on her hands before slowly obeying his demand. Her hips are already undulating in a silent plea, but it comes off more as teasing than desperate.]

Are you going to put that tongue of yours to good use?

[The only wrong thing to do in this situation is to not take Korra as the master of her own desires. Stuff that paternalism where the sun don't shine.]

Date: 2015-04-04 05:38 am (UTC)
anatural: Korra groans (Annoyed: Oh come on)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[Helpless? Bitch please. She could break out of these bonds easily with her ridiculous strength — or simply burn them off. That's why she lets him tie her up with nothing more than a token resistance. She's only as helpless as she chooses to be.

She likes how much he's clearly enjoying it, his angry little cock standing completely at attention. Considering what a dick he is, it seems appropriate that his dick is his most expressive body part. Any other time and she would love to watch him touch himself as he looks at her. (She used to do that to Mako — make him masturbate to her naked body. She loved how shy he was about it, how frustrated and needy it made him.) Right now she's too needy herself for that kind of sexual teasing.

She closes her eyes and lets out a ragged sigh as he moves between her legs. But he doesn't touch her. She growls and bucks her hips.]


Pussies aren't just for looking, you know.

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