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[anatural]

WHO: Korra and Hei
WHAT: Korra and Hei wake up trapped in separate rooms in a testing facility. (NSFW)

[Deep within the Aperture facilities is a division which everyone knows about yet aren't really sure exists. It's run by a fork of the GLaDOS AI known as the "G-spot."

The nature of its testing imperative should be obvious.

What isn't obvious to Korra when she wakes up is why she's here. Also where she is. And why her vagina feels exposed even though she's wearing weird metal underwear under her regular clothes.

G-spot is still repairing her audio systems after GLaDOS' little fiasco.]

Hello? Hello?! [Korra is sorely tempted to start throwing her bending around and kick up a storm, but she doesn't want to waste her energy until her captor shows his face. (Obviously she doesn't realize her captor is a computer. She also doesn't realize that one of the walls is a one-way window, allowing whoever's in the other room to see her without her seeing them.)]

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[mortemscintilla]

It wasn't an attack.

[ As far as he's concerned, he's entitled to handle his own penis. Even if it is dangling from between a stranger's legs. (She's free to do the same with him; he's long ago repressed that cold-water shudder of having his space invaded against his will -- it's sister to that chilling pliancy whores employ when they look with unblinking blankness into the eyes of dangerous customers, persuading them that they're more useful alive and yielding, than strangled and uncooperative.) ]

[ At her remark, I'm pretty sure you're doing sex wrong, his gaze shutters, half-assessing, half-amused. He wonders how much of her feisty bravado is a deliberate suppression of her own anxieties while dealing with him, with the predicament they're in. ]

[ Mildly, ]

Have you done this before?

[ Sex, he means. He hopes she'll answer honestly. This is one of those games you can't bluff your way out of. ]

[anatural]

[Yeah, like he'd react so well to her shooting her hand at him out of nowhere with no indication of her intentions. That would go over REAL well. ]

If you don't want it to look like an attack, try telling me what you're going to do before you actually go and do it.

[However mild his tone, she can't help taking offense at his question. People have used her ignorance and inexperience against her too many times -- Tarrlok and Unalaq especially. They've used their "expertise" to make her think up was down and left was right. She's not going to let this asshole manipulate her into anything because she's a virgin.] What does that even matter? You don't have to be some kind of "sexpert" to know you shouldn't touch people out of nowhere. [Like kissing Mako that first time, although that was a bad idea for a wholly different reason.]

[mortemscintilla]

Fine. I'll ask permission next time.

[ His tone of voice communicates disdain for its own sake, the hard wood of indifference in a man who doesn't care how he gets nailed, so long as the nailing is over and done with. But his body speaks a different language and, deceptively easygoing, he takes a step closer. It's not to intimidate her; just a test to see if she'll balk. ]

[ To his way of thinking, her huffiness delineates the classic fanfare of misunderstood youth. Maybe she's used to being condescended to, put down, or otherwise devalued for her age. Hei knows what that's like; he'd never throw a party for all the tribulations that turned him into the killer, but he's never forgotten what it was like to be treated as weak and worthless, either; an expendable human in a sea of preternatural predators. ]

[ Quieter, ]

No such thing as a 'sexpert.' [ Anyone who purports to be one is lying. Bodies are easy to dismantle or distract -- but they're never predictable. ] I'm asking so I'll know what to expect.

[anatural]

[What. An. Ass. The idea of getting intimate with him is becoming progressively more unpleasant. But whenever Korra thinks about trying to find another way out, she remembers the feeling of suffocating. The idea of enduring that again - no. No way. Having sex with this asshole is preferable to that.

She takes a deep breath, centering herself as best she can.]

I'm pretty new to this. Is that what you needed to know?

[mortemscintilla]

[ A nod. He doesn't bother to speak; he has the distinct impression it would piss her off. As it is, she's giving him the full treatment of those baby blue tractor beams she calls eyes. Personally he'd prefer to get everything over and done with -- it's easy to default to a hard fast wham-bam-thank-you, a quick exit strategy rooted in lies and distance. This is what his sexual life has become, since he's lost faith in the idea that there will ever be anything better. Since he's consigned love to the four-letter obscenity it is, because what sane person can afford to be so idiotically mush-brained? ]

[ Still, he knows it's better to progress in tiny increments here. The sheer discomfort of the situation, and of his novice partner-to-be, calls for a measure of patience. ]

[ Keeping his tone matter-of-fact, ]

We'll have to figure out the technicalities. [ Between the swapped parts, the usual alignment of tab A to slot B is going to be clumsier -- messier -- than usual. But they can focus on that later. For now... ]

[ His gaze slews toward her, a soft dark prodding, ]

Is there a particular way you'd prefer things? Some way to get comfortable?

[anatural]

I don't know. Like I said, I'm new to this!

[That was not a fair response, and even Korra can admit it. She takes another breath and this time addresses the ceiling.]

A bed might be nice.

[With a creak, something in the distance opens and a mattress falls to the floor with a heavy thud. G-spot would have sent a full bed, but considering the destruction that happened in the previous testing chamber, that seemed like a bad idea. There's only so much damage they can do with a mattress.

Somehow this is the most demeaning thing of all. Korra scowls, then shakes her head emphatically and throws herself onto it.]

Okay. Let's do this.

[mortemscintilla]

[ There's a blink as the mattress thuds down from the ceiling. Piqued, Hei tries to study the opening -- but it closes almost at once, the surface as slick and seamless as ice. There has to be, he thinks, some kind of passageway, an opening they can't see. If they can reach it -- ]

[ Then the girl -- in the practiced style of a sulky teenager -- throws herself across the mattress. Hei doesn't frown, but it's clear he's unsure how to interpret the gesture. A resigned invitation to get to business? Or simple exhaustion? He chooses to put his money on the latter. ]

[ Cautiously, he edges around the mattress, gaze fixed to the ceiling. Says, in a tone of perfect seriousness. ]

What about condoms or lube?

[ He doubts he'll get a response. But it's worth a shot. ]

1/2

[anatural]

[G-spot is relieved that they don't seem interested in any more destructive behavior. We're here to have fun, people. Sexy, sexy fun.

It rewards their good behavior by raining condoms down on them. A moment later, a box with lube and an assortment of sex toys also drops down.]

[anatural]

[As for Korra... What on earth is ambiguous about "Okay. Let's do this."? Korra rolls her eyes and heaves a sigh, though the gesture only draws her attention to her bared breasts. Her nipples are tight, almost to the point of aching, and she realizes with surprise that there's a warmth deep in her belly. Despite everything — the violation, the fact she doesn't even like this guy — her body is ready for this. Maybe even a little eager.

She decides to blame the fact that this guy looks a little like Mako. Or maybe there are some weird drugs in the air. She doesn't like it, but it will make this whole thing easier if she's aroused.

Since he seems determined to put off the inevitable, Korra decides she needs to take matters into her own hands. Literally. She wraps her hand around the shaft between her legs and begins to stroke.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He wasn't expecting the wares of a veritable sexshop to rain down on them like manna from peep-show heaven. Carefully, he sifts through the imbroglio of condoms and brightly-packaged lubes, their colors exerting all the fascination of Christmas bells or polka dots, the toys a sticky melange of pink and red and green, in the texture of boiled sweets, or melted jell-o mistakenly left in the dashboard of a car on a hot afternoon. ]

[ After a beat, he reluctantly plucks a handful of golden discs from the embarrassment of riches. The foil-wrapped condoms remind him of chocolate coins that kids get on holidays. Don't spend it all in one place, he distantly remembers his grandmother teasing him, in another life, while his child-fingers eagerly peeled off the gold wrapping. ]

[ The memory dissipates as a chill of nauseous unreality travels down his spine, simultaneous with the hot slide of a palm across his cock -- a combination which, despite his long experience of abnormal physical sensations, he has to admit he's never felt before. With a faint shiver, he glances at the girl. Her hand is wrapped around his shaft. (He notices, in a moment of idle whimsy, how small-boned, how delicate, how startlingly female yet strong it is). Her efforts aren't expert -- not by any means. She reminds him almost of someone playing with a weapon -- one they've never seen before, and aren't quite sure how to handle. ]

[ But the touch feels good, tentative as it is. He's not aroused, exactly, but his blood is thick with the froth of adrenaline. The sensation is an eerie echo of his days in Heaven's War, that cliched braid of sex and death flickering through his synapses, his body's susceptibility to any remotely soothing sensation nothing more than life reasserting itself. How many times had he and Amber fallen together after a stressful night, the post-battle randiness that made them claw and bite and rut like wolves, desperate to work off the vibrations of bloodlust radiating from their very bones? ]

[ Except he can't do that here. This girl isn't Amber. He ... isn't even the same as back then, a ticking hand-grenade of black-burn heat and raw hatred, wrapped in human skin. His energies have cooled, and his mind has calcified into something stranger, more brittle yet more jagged-edged. ]

[ Slowly -- giving her plenty of warning -- he crawls across the mattress, across her sprawled body. Her skin is flushed, her nipples tight and dark. He isn't sure if it's fear and shame, or a slow-burgeoning arousal. He plans to find out. ]

[ He braces himself over her on one arm, his body a taut curve above hers. Reaches out with the other, smoothing her hair from her face. His hand curves across the peachy heat of her cheek. Slips down, tracing the arc of her neck, the sweep of her clavicle, palm brushing across one breast, but light, almost incidental, as if feeling the texture of her skin. ]

[ His face is smooth, still, but the voice is softened in deliberation, ]

What's your name?

[anatural]

[Korra finds herself tensing as he climbs on top of her. Yes, she said they should just do this and get it over with, but... he's a stranger, and she's in strange territory. She's masturbated. She's indulged in fantasies. She's had giggling conversations with Asami, but she doesn't know what sex is like. She doesn't know how to read his body and predict what his next move will be, the way she can in a fight. She doesn't know what she's doing.

And the way he's touching her has become soft. In the space of a moment, he's gone from unpredictable asshole to the mysterious stranger of her fantasy (only one — the rest of her fantasies are about people she knows. Why go through the effort of inventing someone sexy when you already know so many sexy people?). The mysterious, experienced stranger who becomes her sexual mentor, showing her how to reach new heights of passion and pleasure.]

Korra.

[She's so flustered by their closeness, by how they stepped so neatly into her fantasy, it takes her a moment to remember.] You never told me yours.

[mortemscintilla]

It's Li.

[ Or whatever else she'd like it to be. He's practiced at being a cipher, a blank space for his target to project their illusions on to. It's simpler that way. The essence of attraction is fantasies. Hei excels at spinning those, because lies and constructs are a language every Contractor speaks. He's learnt, with time, to play the consummate psychological acupuncturist, stockpiling weakspots in a cold mental armory. Knowing where to stick the needles -- with the intent to kill, but just as often, with the intent to lull. ]

[ Beneath him, the girl -- Korra -- is still. A tight, flustered stillness, her blushes seeming to curl like steam from her skin and diffuse into the air of the cell. Against his will, he's disquieted -- and charmed. There is something very surreal about this rough-and-tumble unglamorized girl, radiating innocence in a room filled with depravity of the most deceitful kind. Which includes Hei himself. ]

[ That she's a novice is relatively easy to settle his mind about. The other looming issue that twines in and out of it like a dark serpent, is more urgent and unsettling. How does he make things tolerable for someone who's never done this before? Who isn't even a willing participant -- not really? He's done some shitty things in his illustriously brutal career -- but he's never cared to add sex with minors to the pile. Doing so now is like making the cell a stage for disaster, the place where his last illusion about himself will be shattered. ]

[ Except he should be used to that by now. ]

[ Lightly, he skims his fingertips along the gaps between her ribs. Feels the mushy thud of her pulse -- anxiety, but perhaps also a hint of excitement. For a moment, hovering over her, he just -- breathes. A warm inhale-exhale, syncing the rhythm to hers. When he leans in at last, a precise shift of his weight, it's to brush his lips across hers. No other point of contact. It's not romantic, or even salacious. It's soft and close-mouthed, an exploration of boundaries. But languid too, in the way he catches her lower-lip between his teeth, scrapes at the sensitive inside before letting it slide wetly free with a muted pop -- only to repeat the process, again and again. ]

[ Ordinarily, he'd forgo kisses altogether. They're too messy, too personal. He wields them primarily as a perfunctory way to keep the other party's mouth occupied. But he's navigating on unstable territory here. He needs to lay a foundation of familiarity -- for the girl, but also for himself -- unless he wants everything to devolve into a shambles of tears and trauma. ]

[anatural]

Nice to meet you. [Her voice is hazy, distracted. She sounds like an idiot. It's hard to think straight with him so close... and then he's kissing her. Korra lets out a little sound of pleasure as she sinks into it, remembering just how much she likes kissing. That was yet another thing Mako never let her do enough. Their busy schedules had meant they didn't get a lot of alone time to begin with, and the time they did get together they usually wasted on talking. Which often meant fighting. They would have fought a lot less if they'd just made out more.

"Li" is a great kisser. She lets him take the lead for awhile, but she's too impatient to let someone else hold the reins for long. Her kisses become increasingly heated.

She can feel the slight pressure of her hand against her pelvis, the sensation of knuckles instead of the pads of her fingers a little disconcerting. Yet it's fascinating as well. She lets go of his dick and slides her hand between his legs, slipping a finger between her folds. Her hips rock up to grind against him, but she can't get the angle right, making her growl in the back of her throat. She shouldn't be as aroused as she is. This is weird. This is wrong. She wants more.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She's kissed someone before. He can determine that much. Sweet, tentative kisses that struggle up from her hot mouth, and then bloom in slow-unfurling skill. It takes Hei back to a dreamy-dark time when he'd been the novice, too; when kissing another person had been something utterly strange and splendid and not just a matter of mechanical friction. ]

[ Humming, he lets his lips play with hers, until the rhythm blurs from his, to hers, to theirs, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips before coaxing them open, the kiss heavier, hungrier, even as his hands stay planted on either side of her body. Bracketing her, but taking no liberties. ]

[ Yet. ]

[ His cock, a fast-stiffening handful, twitches in protest as she lets go. He feels her slide a hand between his legs, fondling her own sex. The whole arrangement is so strange -- almost grotesque if he thinks about it. From this vantage, his own cock seems foreign, almost invasively intimidating, yet hardly big enough to make anyone lose their moorings. He feels off-balance anyway, and at the same time oversized, the height and breadth of him looming over the soft arabesque of Korra's body. ]

[ Breaking the kiss -- slowly -- he nuzzles the soft spot of her clavicle. Cradles her head in widespread hands, gnawing the killing-point where jaw melts into ear and neck. Her scent is beguiling, almost like animals and murky forests: humidly, luxuriantly aromatic. Hands skimming along her shoulders, measuring the curves of her breasts, he squeezes them together, nuzzling at her cleavage, breathing her in. ]

[ At the same time, he re-angles his hips. He'd almost forgotten about the absence between his own thighs, the dick bobbing at her apex; now his awareness comes trickling back. Carefully, he lines them up so that the underside of his hard shaft rides against the folds of her curly mons. He stirs his hips, first gingerly, then in a rolling cadence, the thick vein on his cock spreading her lips open, grazing her clit as he sinks closer. ]

[ It's a sensation he's always enjoyed. The wet friction, the promise of being hotly enveloped. But right now, it's almost a test. Will she like it? Will she ask him to slow down? ]

[anatural]

[She's breathing heavy. Not panting, but there is a definite need for some extra air. She wants to laugh at how silly he looks, nuzzling her breasts like a kid who doesn't want to get out of bed; at the same time, it feels really good and she doesn't want him to stop.]

Mmph! [Korra slaps her hand over her mouth to cover an undignified squeak as her body abruptly tries to curl in on itself. The rub of his cock against her clit creates a sensation so intense and unexpected, it's almost frightening. Her instincts are to stop and protect herself from this unfamiliar sensation. Except it feels so good. She grabs onto his hair and digs her nails into his scalp. It's hard not to moan.]

/leaves u a pre-flight tag chuuuu

[mortemscintilla]

[ A kid who doesn't want to get out of bed? The analogy is apt. He lets himself drape heavier across her. Lets her take his weight, rubbing the growing slickness of her spread labia across his thick erection. She radiates a baked, drugging heat; it reminds him of slipping between freshly-dried covers after an exhausting day. The sensations make him feel trippy; warm-bellied, floating. They break open in his chest a lather of indulgence that would be labelled as every shade of risky and wrong -- if the circumstances or setting were different. ]

[ But they aren't. So he doesn't try to downplay this mimicry of tenderness. It's just an illusion, a pretty veneer -- but so what? It will make things easier for her. Maybe even let him lose track of a few measly minutes, lose his baggage, and manage to shake off that part of his mind that always follows him around and reminds him of the disasters waiting in store if he gets careless. ]

[ A few minutes. Surely that's not too much? ]

[ Beneath him, Korra muffles a squeak beneath her palm. He feels her tensing against the shivery friction of her clit rubbing across his cock. He doesn't smile as she claws like an overwrought kitten at his scalp, fisting his hair. But he lets off a little cat rattle of approval from deep in his throat. Firm, but not forceful, he tugs her hand away from her mouth. Kisses her, a lush wet bite, parting her lips with his as if coaxing her to make more noise for him. To let him hear every raw variation of her voice so he knows what works for her. ]

[ Cautiously, he rocks in place, his breaths unraveling long and low. Smears the seam of her body across his twitching cock -- clit to entrance, over and over. His shaft juts urgently out between her thighs, curved up towards her belly, strikingly pale against her darker skin except for the purplish crown. He wasn't expecting to get so achingly, obscenely aroused. Not so fast. ]

[ But he's taken the edge of impatience off with that first orgasm. He can afford to take things slower. ]

[ Balanced on one elbow, he strokes her thighs, her flanks, her belly and ribs with the other hand. Cups a breast, before pinching the nipple to the same cadence of his stirring hips. God, her tits are fucking edible. He is quietly captivated by them: a perfect pair of dark, baby-soft dollops. Lifting one breast to his mouth, he swirls his slick tongue across the nipple, before taking it between his teeth. Tugs on it playfully, scraping the hard enamel across the pebbly surface -- first careful, then rougher, seeing if she'll let him. ]

/kissus

[anatural]

[Korra doesn't want to make noise! Over the years she's gotten in the habit of putting an iron lid on her natural tendency to scream in the throws. Nothing is more embarrassing than loudly announcing your masturbation habits to the entire compound of your teachers. She can't bring herself to let go, although she's clearly struggling to keep her voice down as he works her breasts. She didn't even know her body could feel this way -- it's like a bolt of lightning, and masturbation the shock of static electricity.

It's not just where he's touching her; it's the confidence in his touch. The evident skill and experience. She's in the hands of someone who knows what he's doing, and that's even more sexy than someone who just happens to stumble on her good spots. ]

O-oooo... [That's a good spot she hadn't even known about. Korra can't hold back a moan.]

u////u

[mortemscintilla]

[ Her moan sends a layer of sweat shimmering up to the surface of Hei's skin. The nerves beneath jangle like a hive of restless wasps: skull and chest and groin. His body is rising, or trying to, eager to center her slippery sex on the taut bow of his cock, to engulf himself in one sweet swallow. But he's hindered by the lock of the girl's arms and legs, by his own struggles to stay gentle. ]

[ Not yet. Slow down. ]

[ He lets off a grizzled noise -- barely there, but threaded with urgency. Korra's movements flow like jintishi; eloquence but no predictable pattern. Every phrase is unique. Hei forces his whole body to pay attention. Her breasts are sensitive; she seems to like his attentions to them. Encouraged, he latches more ferociously onto her chest. Cups her breasts in his hands, squeezing hard so both her nipples are at his mouth. He feeds on them with deep biting tugs, first one at a time, them both at once, until he's rewarded by a telltale change in texture, a greater nubbly stiffening. ]

[ At the same time, his lower-body changes rhythm. From sawing the wet folds of her sex across his cock, he shifts to press her entrance -- so wet, so fucking tight -- across the fat spreading head. Rocks back and forth, teasing her with the tip, popping the mushroom cap a fraction in and out of her with short grinding thrusts. Giving her a precursor of what she's in for. ]

[anatural]

[He's pressing against her entrance. Korra yelps and jerks her hips, trying to get her pussy away.] Wait --

[She's not ready she's never used more than two fingers to masturbate his dick is way bigger than her two fingers how will it even fit?!?!?]

[mortemscintilla]

Easy.

[ His tone is quiet -- both an assurance and an imperative. ]

[ He absorbs her tension, his own body an exercise in tightly-wound, fast-twitch muscle. Carefully, he maneuvers his hips so the tip of his cock slips free from her entrance. It bobs drunkenly at her apex, wet-tipped, ruddy at the glans. Almost by reflex, his hand closes around it; he gives it a few tugs, thumb rubbing the notched throb under the head, squeezing to mollify that ache. ]

[ A beat later his hand skims between his own legs. He cups her sex, almost gently, combing his fingers through her pubic hair, running them all over, stroking and spreading, before dipping a forefinger a little of the way inside, into her tight slickness. He strokes it slowly in and out of her, his thumb brushing her clit. Meanwhile his lips roam, a idle path from her throat to her mouth. He kisses with his eyes half-open, a slow wet curl of tongue, a soothing slip-slide. ]

[ Breaking away, he murmurs, ]

Just tell me when you're ready.

[ He's prepared to be considerate. But he can't abandon practicality; it's going to hurt her. Or, at the very least, be uncomfortable. The best he can do is get her as wet and relaxed as possible -- and use an excess of lube to ease the way. ]

[anatural]

[Korra relaxes a little as he pulls back, though she feels as stupid as she does relieved. Like she overreacted, just a little.

The shock of panic clears her head enough that she's aware just how strange it is to watch him finger her... by fingering himself. Her vagina is like a fuzzy blot of darkness between his pale thighs. A monster devouring his crotch. Looking at it on him makes her feel self-conscious about its appearance in a way she's never felt before. His kiss makes a welcome distraction, but her nervousness about being penetrated and the surrealness of this whole experience aren't so easily dismissed.

Tell me when you're ready. Korra's not sure she'll ever be ready -- and she hates the part of herself that thinks that.]

Do it. [Korra's knee jerk reaction to fear is still to pretend it doesn't exist and barrel straight towards it.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She reminds him of a fighter facing an enemy she suspects might be too much to take on alone. Her eyes big and glossy, washed out by fear to an arctic-tundra blue. The mouth shaped to a stubborn softness. Does she really think she can charge into this like a battering ram? (Or, to put a finer point on it, think he can charge into her like one?) Hei is not interested in romanticizing her virginity. So much issue over such little tissue etc. But he's not about to disregard its anatomical technicality. His dick is not intimidatingly huge (lucky for her). But he's not packing a packing peanut, either. ]

[ It's wiser to go into this -- (into her) -- with some semblance of trial run. ]

[ He doesn't answer her right away. He just drags his nails lightly through the curly hair of her pubis. Hooks his wrist, slipping his fingers lower, so the swollen folds of her vulva part under his touch. Slowly, he teases out wetness from between the lips, smearing it forwards over her clit, before rocking his wrist lower, sinking two fingers into her by degrees, almost to the knuckles. ]

[ Fuck -- she feels good. Exquisitely tight. Weepingly wet. He'll need to be slow, but he thinks he can make it tolerable for her, if not equally good for both of them. The hunger and waiting only buoys his impatience. And buoys other things. ]

[ After a beat, he begins a deep, insistent press and rub. Trying to find that spongey sweet-spot inside her, the ease of practice made jerky by the strange angle, the awkward unfamiliarity of the situation. As he works his fingers into her slickness, he surges close -- graceful, a thoughtless activation of muscle -- to catch her mouth. ]

[ The words are a base-level thrum against her lips -- wry, cautionary. ]

You should work yourself up to it first.

[anatural]

I know that. [She's regressing a little into defensiveness — a bad habit she thought she broke awhile ago, but like a sexually transmitted disease she could get from this experience, it's back.

Thinking about diseases. Great way to get yourself pumped up for sex. Korra's not sure whether she's annoyed with herself, this whole situation, or him. But she's definitely annoyed, and his fingers are good enough to keep her arousal from plummeting, but they aren't exactly lifting her up either. Maybe they should just quite and try again later. Or try something else. It's not like they know that penetration is what's going to open the door. Maybe they're supposed to be playing with their own bits and not each other's.

Then he finds the spot and a wave of pleasure drowns out all thought. She probably screams, although she's too caught up in sensation to tell; she doesn't notice how her hips buck up, grinding his erection between their stomachs as her body tries to get him to touch that spot again. ]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Found you, Hei thinks, with a smile hidden inside. Her scream feels like a raw burn riding the nerve endings across his body, cabling the tendons from thighs to torso. Between their bellies, his trapped erection thrums along the fault-line between gratitude and greed. ]

[ Catching one of her wrists, he brings her arm up to loop around his neck. Leans in closer, enjoying the the scrape of his rough hairs against her smoothness, as he crooks his fingers against her hot-spot, the heel of his palm pressing down against her pubic bone, as if trying to cup and hold the vibrations his curled fingers are causing. With each stroke, his knuckles skim the underside of his dick; he can feel the blood beating through that heavy vein racing from balls to crown -- a hand-grenade's mute tick-tick-tick. ]

[ The countdown is easy to ignore. The girl beneath him is a beautiful mess of secrets: ripe and shaking and over-eager. Her sex pulses like a sea-anemone around his fingers while her whole body goes tensile yet liquid, lapping at the new sensations like a wave across the shore. Dipping his head, he kisses her again -- breathless, sloppy, delving. Gnaws at her neck, mouthing the juncture of soft skin where it melts to shoulder, before feeding on her right breast, biting in earnest at that captured curve of flesh. ]

[anatural]

[Her screams dissolve into choked sobs. His touch brings a pleasure that hits her with the force of a punch, robbing her of breath and sense. It's like nothing else she's ever felt. The pleasure she gets from masturbating, from fighting, she's in complete control of. She is the master of her own body. But this is more like bloodbending, with pleasure instead of pain. She can't control her body right now any more than she could when Amon took her bending; it's responding almost entirely to Hei's will. She doesn't have enough coherent thought to make that creepy connection.

Her nails dig into his neck; her hips rock even more frantically against him, frustrated at their inability to increase the pressure on her good spot. But Korra doesn't need her hips to feel the familiar-yet-not buildup between her legs.]

I'm — [She's too close to coming to find the breath for the rest of the words.]