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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[alittlebent]

[Oh. She huffs a little in amusement and bites his lip.]

Jerk.

[But oooooooooooh she groans softly and rocks her hips hard against him. It doesn't take much to get her worked back up, climbing quickly towards another climax.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ As she groans and rocks back against him, Hei shudders, something like tensile heat-lightning settling in his bones. He circles her in tighter, sure Korra must be able to feel the seasick lurches of his heart -- the wild thudding behind his ribs -- the same way he can feel hers. ]

[ At the fogged window, the drizzle fades; the water-drops at the glass resemble grainy xerox, dark splotches and glittering shapes refracting across the shuttered room. It's a little dreamscape-y but also intensely private; he finds himself absorbing the hundred little details of Korra, not out of cool-headed analysis but punch-drunk greed -- the dark smears of hair pasted to her skin with sweat, the smooth planes of her face, the damp gusts of her breath and the way her mouth tastes as he pries it open for kisses, over and over -- something salty and sweet that makes him want to bite, while the tremors of the encroaching climax grip him, washing out anything else. ]

[alittlebent]

[Korra can't tell what's her heartbeat or what's his, only that the rhythm is erratic and overwhelming. She tries fruitlessly to sync them, matching her breath to his, but it's too wild. There's no hope for any kind of control over it. The idea of control is in and of itself ridiculous. Her body isn't a doll under her command. She doesn't control her body; she is her body. Every sting, every wet slide, every burn of muscle.

She comes, and every barrier of consciousness shatters.]

[mortemscintilla]

Fuck.

[ It's a stuttered gasp, half-muffled in the hollow under her jaw. Against him, Korra's body seems to quiver like liquid -- something melty and heat-scorched, ripples racing across the surface as the climax laps at her. His own comes the same way, a sharp surge under the skin. Body-surfing through deep rolling waves of pleasure, up the crest and down into a trough of jittery stillness. ]

[ When he stretches under her, it's almost lazily, his muscles nothing but a giant wodge of wet cloth. Lips butterflying kisses across her face, warm and sticky, his lungs deflating under one cool breath of air after another, so breathing isn't such an impossibility anymore. ]

[ After a long moment, he lifts one heavy hand, palm fitting into the warm curve of her face. ]

Now is a good time to get going.

[ Not that he's letting her go, a loop of solid boneless limbs braided with hers, making her a pillow with his torso. ]

[alittlebent]

[She hums and nuzzles his hand.]

Probably.

[Her tone makes it clear how little she cares. Let Tenzin get angry. His kisses feel nice, and she's too tired to try untangling their limbs. As tired as she is, she might even be able to sleep.

I’ve missed this. Even if it didn't happen often, and even if he almost always left by the time she woke up, she liked falling asleep curled up with him. Warm bodies are much better than blankets.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Sleep-ready, there's every risk of Hei dropping off with Korra spilled across him -- and someone finding them this way. Not the most comforting scenario. Still, Korra's lovely warmth and weight, pressing down on him, keeps him firmly in his body, and that is good. With a noise that's almost like a purr, throaty and content, he rolls them over so they're draped side by side on the futon. Tosses the condom away, then draws the patchwork quilt over them, curling close to her in the twilight darkness. Nuzzling her hair, he lets his hand worm its way between her thighs, palm pressing against her -- what's become a strange, habitually possessive gesture. ]

[ His voice is both muted and worn as he murmurs into the ticklish dark cloud of her hair, ]

Twenty-minute nap. Then I'm dragging you back to your room.

[ It's easy to sink into a mindless puddle of indulgence. To let her stay the night. But he's in no mood to be tossed out on his ass if Tenzin catches them. Besides, he has to head for the factory night-shift in a few hours. Better to catch his Zs while he can. ]

[alittlebent]

Sounds good to me. [She scrapes her teeth across his chest, a raunchy grin on her lips despite her exhaustion. But otherwise she behaves, settling against his chest with a happy sigh.

Even if it's just 20 minutes, she'll take it. ]

[mortemscintilla]

Hey.

[ There's a small twitch at the drag of her teeth. He gives the skin inside her thigh a deep soft pinch in retaliation, but otherwise lets it go. One arm encircles her, so her hands are nestled into the small warm space between their bodies, his own hard angles fitting with a neat awkwardness with sleek muscles and hourglass curves. It's really too warm to cuddle, and he's not the type that needs such closeness -- or even tolerates it for long. Still, it's nice, just sharing space, letting things be as easy as they are. ]

[ He lets himself be lulled by the steady knocking of her heart, by the hypnotic rise and fall of her breathing. Feeling as if he's caught in the swooping black of an air raid, the catastrophic flare-out of bombs alive in his chest, while those small sounds are a welcome morse code, leading him to shelter. ]