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]

[ 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.) ]

[anatural]

[That gets him a bright smile.]

I'd like that. Maybe we could catch one of Bolin's probending matches. Have you been to the Arena at all?

[mortemscintilla]

Once or twice.

[ To be honest, the golden glitter of the arena -- the pomp and circumstance -- isn't his cup of tea. He prefers the smoky red caverns of the rat pits, where every guy in the joint is some sort of local player -- you can tell that by the cut of their suits, the gleam of gold in their mouths, and of the diamonds on their fingers. Or else he journeys to the dim back-alley taverns where they serve thick stew and rough rice wine, no dancefloor, no music, hardly any women, sharing a cup or two not with the louts but the older men who have their gnarled fingers in every pie, their burred talk of the city's politics and networks a kind of sop as much as the drinks. ]

[ Still, he recognizes that he can't take Korra to any of those spots. ]

[ Focusing on the thousand-watt sweetness of her smile, he says, ] Maybe you can give me a tour, later. [ He's humoring her, but also thinking strategically. The haunts of a privileged bender aren't the same as those of an out-of-town stranger. In the time he's spent here, he's become very aware of this. ]

[anatural]

[She wriggles a little in excitement.]

Sure!

[This is the point where she should get up, put on her clothes, and leave, but instead she pushes herself closer to him, feeling a delicious thrill run from her breasts to her toes, and kisses him hard. Her body's already raring to go again.]

One last quick one before I leave?

[mortemscintilla]

[ She wriggles, and Hei's breath gets caught in his throat. A ball of light blossoms in his sternum, becoming larger and larger -- while in the bowl of his belly, the first beginnings of want gnaw with a dull ache. He knows he should gently push her off. Tell her this is a bad idea. Instead he tugs her in close, so she can crawl up into his lap. One hand traces her flank, curving around the swell of one breast. He drags a rough-edged finger against one nipple and then the other, until they perk up to attention, before he buries his face in the humid gap between her breasts, kissing them and mouthing the powdery warmth of the undersides. Beneath her thigh, his cock stirs, one-track as always where she's concerned. ]

[ Tugging one nipple into his mouth, he sucks hard -- a sharp ring of teeth and a wet slurp of tongue -- before letting it go with a pop. ]

I can be quick. [ A beat, before a faint moue of chagrin crosses his face. ] Forget I said that.

[alittlebent]

[Korra stifles a laugh at that and leans down to kiss the chagrin off his face.]

Don't worry. I know you're a big manly stud. [Punctuating each word with kisses.] Who can go for hours. And hours.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei hums, mouthing the warm side-swell of one breast. ]

So manly that I'll ignore the patronization.

[ Not that he particularly cares. With one hand starfished across her back, he lets the other dip between her thighs, his fingers exploring the slick pouting flesh. With every kiss Korra plants across him, something twinges in his sternum; his mind thrumming across a cello string that runs from belly button to groin, notes resonating up his spine. Outside the window, a light drizzle begins to fall. It starts as a sing-sing pattering on the panes, moon-whitened needles falling like shards of starlight. The water, backlit against the glass, throws mosaic reflections across the room. ]

[ Prodding her back across the futon, Hei sprawls alongside her. Tangled face-to-face in a sweaty braid of arms and legs, it's an effort to wrench his concentration away from Korra, and reach for another condom. ]

[alittlebent]

[She doesn't exactly do anything to make it easier, either. Her legs are gripped tight around his hand, encouraging his fingers to go deeper inside, and her free hand runs up & down his body, the nails leaving faint red welts behind.

When he finally has the condom, she snatches it out of his hand and, wriggling a little to get into a more comfortable position, opens the package so she can put it on him herself.]

We haven't done the backdoor in awhile. [It's more an idle thought that suddenly occurs to her than a request for the moment. Anal sex isn't really something you do as a last minute quickie before slinking back to your room. But she does want to do it again.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She drags her nails across his skin, and the long muscles that run up Hei's shoulder and neck to his hairline quiver with a nervous, eager strength. He thinks of prickle-berry bushes tearing gashes in his body. The pain and adrenaline comes together in his nerves and fingers and head: a cool tingling under the flesh, a hot buzz in his skull. He lets her pluck the wrapper from him, unrolling its contents across his erection. Despite having come so recently, he feels harder than ever. Diamond-cutter needy. That effect Korra has on him: like a bottomless underground wellspring, leaving him, after the first peak, satisfied yet vibrating for more. ]

[ At her words, he quirks an eyebrow. The shaft of his cock feels hard, thrummingly-solid resting against the wet tuft of her sex. He moves slightly and her lips part; the head, sheathed by the translucent rubber, is suddenly smeary. Rocking back and forth, he glides a bit deeper each time, while his finger softly traces along the cleft of her ass and circles the tight pucker there. ]

[ His voice is breathy as he murmurs, ]

Is that a hint for next time?