naughty naughty

[anatural]

WHO: Korra & Hei
WHAT: Bored & frustrated, Korra sneaks in a visit with Hei. (nsfw)

[I shouldn’t be doing this. This is a really bad idea. That isn't stopping Korra from sneaking very, very carefully along the outside of the men's dormitory. Tenzin's already caught her fooling around with Hei more than once and has given her several lectures about propriety and safety and the importance of discarding the physical to concentrate on her spiritual self.

He hadn't seemed very impressed with her counter-argument that he clearly doesn't discard the physical because hello, four children.

And she's been trying to be good. She really, really has (okay, so there was that time she & Hei snuck out to the market to get breakfast, but that doesn't even count). It's just hard going from complete independence to constant supervision; from the freedom to express herself to constantly watching what she says and what she does.

So fuck it. That's right, fuck it. She's going to sneak to Hei's room; she's going to finally have some sex, and then maybe hopefully she'll be able to get some actual sleep.

She reaches his window and uses airbending to lift herself up to the ledge.]

Hei?

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[mortemscintilla]

[ I wasn't like this until I met you. There's a strange pang of pride at that, but it quickly ebbs into hurt. It's true. Korra isn't exactly the tender little muffin she'd been a few years ago. Sometimes, for a moment, there are glints in her eyes that seem so very ancient, like something beyond time trapped in the flesh of a child. She can't regain her innocence; she's grown up and out of fairy tales. Monsters aren't transformed by a kiss. Wishes can't make things come true. The means don't always justify the end. It's a pity. But it's an inevitable casualty of time, and a cruel atrophying of his company. ]

[ (Still, for him, she'll always be as open and shining in the dark as if she is made of that phosphorescent coral that glows in the murky sea depths.) ]

[ Drawing back from the warm tumble of her hair, he studies her face and then her pretty mouth, his own panting softly to the rhythm of his thrusts. Kisses her with a delving, greedy roughness, stabs of tongue leaving her as slick and open above as she is below. His hips stir and lap against hers like waves smacking pilings; sweat prickles between their skins, oiling their movements in a humid, lascivious slip-slide. ]

[alittlebent]

[But monsters are transformed. Even if he's not a prince, the man between her legs has changed from the man she'd lain with in the shed last year.

Korra's never been a child of fairy tales anyway. She could never sit still long enough for stories, or to learn from other people's experiences. She's always needed to make her own mistakes. Most of the time, she doesn't regret them.]

Come on, Mako, let’s just go home. [Bolin's voice is an unexpected addition.]

You don’t know that. She could be missing again!

You’re not afraid she’s missing. You’re afraid she’s with her boyfriend. Damn it, Mako, are we going to go through this AGAIN?

That’s not — NO! You don’t know what you’re talking about!

[There is something intensely surreal about overhearing that conversation while fucking said boyfriend. Surreal, and completely ridiculous.]

All I know is you’re standing in front of Li’s bedroom door, looking for the girl who ISN’T your girlfriend. Do what you want, Mako. I’m going home.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei listens to the exchange outside the shoji screen, and somehow manages to roll his eyes with his whole body, dropping his face into the damp hollow of Korra's neck, and flexing his shoulders exaggeratedly to show how tiresome it is to concentrate. (There's a voyeuristic-edged amusement, though, in knowing that Bolin -- plain-speaking as ever -- has a point.) He nudges his mouth against Korra's then, humming against her lower-lip and sucking it into his mouth. When he breaks away, it's with a crooked smile, the eyelids lowered and choppy dark lashes fanning. ]

Sounds like someone has 'letting go' issues.

[ It's almost inaudible over the slide of damp skin and rustling sheets, his hips rolling against her in a tight, stuttery movement -- more force than friction. ]

[alittlebent]

Hnn. [It's even more unsettling now than it had been that time in the City, for those few weeks he'd been there and thinking he was her boyfriend. She's changed so much from the girl who had loved him, it's hard to believe she ever did. Bouncing from Asami to her back to Asami and now... seriously, what had she seen in him? (Later she'll remember. When the resentment and embarrassment of the interrupted private moment -- because even though he hadn't come in and they haven't stopped, that conversation with Bolin had intruded on them -- have passed. Secret shameful threesome fantasies aside, she doesn't want Mako or anybody else here. She doesn't want their judgements or their expectations. If for only an hour, she just wants to be herself.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Eyes squeezed shut, Hei takes deep snuffing breaths of Korra's hair. Picks up the pace, a stirring side-to-side to keep her clit throbbing -- while he wills Mako's looming presence outside the thin rice-paper screen to fade. In a small pocket of his mind, there's a zing of deja vu. All those memories of Heaven's War creep in, as vivid and aching as the fevery warmth of Korra spread out beneath him. Overlapping them is that time in the City, when he'd shared cold-warm kisses with Korra under a the flickering low-watt bulb of the shed. It feels like that one lapse of judgement had broken open the seal which Hei had firmly placed upon his memories of the past, of wilderness and war, and made things all the more ... real. ]

[ It's just startling to discover that it looks like there won't be a moment where he feels that he knows what he's meant to be doing. That he won't wake up one day and think Right, I'm 'Li Shenshung' or Li Hyunsik or BK201. He'd thought, for some reason, that becoming intimate with Korra would mean some kind of submersion of his original identity, as if he could focus on being someone else without the sharp-edged clutter of being Hei getting in the way. ]

[ As it turned out, he just ended up becoming Hei, but with added complications. The thought actually makes him smile -- rueful, crooked, and brief, but there. Typical. ]

[alittlebent]

[After a moment, Mako leaves; Korra moans in aroused relief as she hears his footsteps fade away. She tangles her fingers in Hei's hair and yanks him in for a sharp kiss. Everything feels more urgent now. She wants to come. She wants him to come. She wants that rush of endorphins and the sweaty boneless tangle of limbs that follows. And it's so close -- she can feel it hovering just beyond her reach. She just needs one last little push.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She moans, and Hei feels a steep chill of excitement climb up his spine, an itsy bitsy spider that raises every hair along its path. Then they're kissing, wet delving licks, too much teeth and too much pressure and too much spit, but he can't bring himself to pull away. ]

[ It's the same position they were in before Mako left. Yet it feels like a surreally different universe. He drives deep into her, a sharp straining push, and he's already shaking at the slipperysweet suction, little pre-orgasmic jolts. Feeling the geography of Korra's body changing with each thrust, and wishing, in a moment of delirium, that he could see it -- the secret trapdoor of thighs pussy g-spot cervix, filling, fluttering, pillowing, the better to draw him in. He can't remember ever feeling so helpless. Hiking her legs higher, he re-angles and lets go -- a series of jerky thrusts that spike brutally, unbearably, before melting into hard rolling shudders. ]

Oh.

[ It would almost be a sob, if there was any volume behind it. ]

[alittlebent]

[Korra more than makes up for his lack of noise. She turns her head, tries to muffle the scream against her shoulder as her body convulses, but who knows how effective it actually is.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Not very effective -- which might explain why Hei meets her mouth again, not so much with a kiss as a hard, needy gulp, swallowing the scream which isn't noise at all but more of a vibration in his bones. That secret fluttering tremor of her orgasm feeds a twitching, languorous aftershock through all his muscles. He's still hard, but for the moment he's flattened. Not pulling away -- the opposite. He wants full contact, stretches against her, unhooking her knees and winding his legs round hers, tracing her back and flanks and the swell of her ass with his palms. For a few moments the only sounds are the whine of his nerves, like cooling engines, and the throb of his and Korra's heartbeat. He is breathing choppily, sweat soaking between them. ]

[ But when he kisses her temple, his gaze is bright. Startlingly calm. ]

Next time [ If there is one ] I'm definitely gagging you.

[alittlebent]

[This had better be not the last time they have sex ever. That would be a deeply unpleasant surprise for Korra.

She winds her arms around his neck and kisses under his chin, lazy & languid. She's satisfied, but her body still undulates a little, drawing out every last bit of sensation.]

You're the one going out of your way to make me loud. [Trailing kisses up his jaw] I think you like it.

[mortemscintilla]

Maybe.

[ He lets off a jittery breath, stirring his hips, the pleasure diffused, but still resonating. Her lips are warm wet prints on his skin; he can feel the hot furrows across his back where her nails have dug in. In that dreamy landscape between alertness and sweet exhaustion, he worries that someone on the island will see the mess they've both left on each other: fingerprints all over their bodies, glowing fluorescent blue so that they'll be visible even in the dark. The tracks he's left on Korra. The secrets. ]

[ Shaking it off, he disengages -- with a slick pudding-y sound -- and sprawls alongside her, not cuddling but close, the line of his arm pressed against hers. Moonlight ghosts through the slats in the window, shining with an ice-encased brilliance, but the light doesn't touch the floor, which is carpeted in smooth-running shadows. In the gloom, a lone beam of sparkling midnight mist slices above their heads, and Korra is wildly, effortlessly beautiful. ]

[ Nuzzling her hair, he simply studies her -- that same open, dark-eyed curiosity as earlier. ]

[alittlebent]

[Korra rolls onto her side so she can look at him. The look in his eyes is strange -- but not the scary kind. It leaves her with a tingly kind of warmth and a strong desire to kiss him again.]

What?

[mortemscintilla]

I --

[ Hei breaks off, his eyes unfocused for a moment, before he cuts them away. Like whatever's welling inside him requires a physical courage he's drained of, like to let any words take shape he'll have to forfeit basic security. That's not how he functions, though: that childish impulsiveness of Now Or Never is for those who've only spent a few days living on the edge of a blade. Not for someone who's coasted for decades by the barrel of a gun, wedged between a hair-trigger. ]

[ In the end, he exhales. Sits up, scrabbing ten fingers through his hair, before shifting to dump the condom in the closest trash bin, obscured under shreds of paper and lint so it's not easily spotted. Quietly, ]

You should head back before someone finds out where you are.

[ It's a reminder, not a dismissal. ]

[alittlebent]

What if I don't want to?

[mortemscintilla]

[ At the look on her face, a shiver passes through Hei's bones. It feels like whatever magnetic pull interconnects his skin and Korra's has sunk so deep in his chest that his nerves are rattling. ]

[ On a steadying breath, he tries to dislodge the craving. Leans in, and presses his lips to hers -- soft and almost chaste. ]

Then I get thrown off the island. And you have fun with Tongmu instead.

[alittlebent]

[She makes a face at that. Tongmu - ew. But that doesn't stop her from reaching out to wrap her arms around his waist and tug him closer.]

I can stay for a little longer.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei, who had been in the middle of reaching for his clothes, wavers for a moment; it feels like the colors in the room are leeching out, so Korra is the only mutli-hued thing in sight, radiating a shimmer of heat like through an infra-red scope. ]

[ Without guidance, his hands find where they fit in the curve of her waist, warmth bleeding against the palms. ]

And do what, exactly?

[ Despite the flatness of his tone, there is an air of indulgence at the edges. ]

[anatural]

[Korra shrugs.]

I don't know. I just don't want to go back yet. [She buries her head against his shoulder.] It's not like we get a lot of time together these days.

[mortemscintilla]

I know that.

[ His voice is slow, like humid, storm-threatening weather. Korra's head feels warm and heavy against his shoulder; a curl of her scent drifts up to him like smoke. He feels a sudden stab of unfairness, an aching tightness of the chest, that the skin of Korra's forehead should be so translucent despite the dusky skin, and that he should send her back to her room without him ever having pressed his mouth there. It's absolutely illogical, but as Hei closes his eyes, the moonlight turning the insides dark red, he buries his nose in Korra's hair and feels it all the same. ]

[ After a beat -- wryly, ]

One of the many horrors of hooking up with a celebrity.

[anatural]

It wouldn't be so bad if Tenzin would just realize that I'm not a little kid he can keep under his thumb anymore. It's not like he’s some paragon of chastity either.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei swallows, cutting off the breathless huff of his laugh before it overspills. He could say something along the lines of He's just worried about you. But he's in no mood to play the mediator, to be the gentle voice of reason -- or to cut Tenzin any slack. It's clear enough that the older man, in his heart, thinks Hei a bandit, a cradle-robber, and is willing to believe anything about him as long as it is bad. ]

[ Still, Hei isn't entirely sure he can blame him, either. If Pai were in Korra's shoes ... if a man did to her the cruelties he's inflicted on Korra ... they'd be finding bits of his corpse across the countryside for weeks. ]

[ Gathering her in close -- ignoring the sharp throb of PaiPaiPai -- Hei studies the sulky-impudent-little-girl aspect of Korra's face. ]

While you're living here, you're his responsibility. [ He can't believe he's making excuses for that stuffy old man. ] Think about it. Your parents wouldn't tolerate this sort of thing, either.

[anatural]

I'm an adult. I lived on my own for over a year. I don't need him or my parents to take care of me. [She realizes that she doesn't sound much like an adult right now, which only makes her scowl.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ This time, Hei does laugh -- a quiet, bubbling noise muffled into her hair. Right now, Korra is a big load of churlish cuteness, but it is the innocence that he really sees. She's so true to type it's almost charming. He's forgotten that one of the great fears of a teenager, caged at home, is that as they enter adulthood, they'll never have the idealized measure of independence. It's why they get so bitter and confrontational -- perhaps they subconsciously recognize the compromises and hypocrisies that the adults around them have grown accustomed to, and they can't stand it. They don't want to compromise on their passions. They want to do what they want when they want it, and they can't understand why anyone would want anything less. ]

[ He doesn't know how to sympathize with her problems. He's never faced them as a teenager. War was as much a purification rite as it was a rusty-edged shovel scooping out the pulpy red mess of softness in him. Hard to care about curfew and chores when you're too busy focusing on exit strategies and re-filling your armory. ]

[ His voice is soft when he says, ]

Give it time.

[ It's a platitude, but it also carries a double-meaning. Give yourself time to get used to a family again and Give them time to accept that you won't disappear again. ]

[anatural]

[The platitude is annoying, but she's riding high enough on endorphins that she nods.]

I know. [Annoying or not, he is right. Tenzin and the others had suffered in ways she couldn't possibly understand. She couldn't know what they had gone through any more than they could know what she had.

But she doesn't want to spend another 16 years locked in another compound. She can't just wait for freedom to be handed to her. The only freedoms she's ever had are the ones that she's taken.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei keeps his cheek pressed to the thick dark wash of waves at her skull. Her warmth prickles his skin, sending that strange inarticulate longing roaring back up his chest. It is sharper now, like an edge of glass raked across raw bone. In this surreal new world, unmoored as a kite without a string, the loneliness of his unnumbered days weighs on him. Here, the underworld of Contractors and Syndicates, intrigue and politics, is shuttered to him; it's hard to start over without a goal in sight. Except he does have a goal -- or at least a semblance of it. Keeping what remains of his team safe. Keeping Korra alive. Without any of that, he'll be so alone. He's lived with isolation so long, as with a bleak ongoing illness. By now he's grown weary of it. ]

[ He kisses the shell of Korra's ear, where the rim curls like the delicate clef of a teacup. ]

We should go to the city sometime soon. Just us. Tell Tenzin and then take off -- with or without his permission.

[ An open act of rebellion, but also a breather. (Let's be honest. Hei's no better at following rules than Korra is.) ]