under the stars

[anatural]

WHO: Korra & Hei
WHAT: Their first night in the Spirit World and their first chance for an actual reunion. (nsfw)

[They trek for hours without saying anything, over terrain that varies with neither rhyme nor reason. Sometimes in a desert, other times in a forest, other times across a plain that seems to stretch for miles until suddenly a mountain appears. Hei doesn't ask why they're going the direction they are, for which Korra is grateful because she doesn't know the answer. She doesn't know anything. They're walking not to get anywhere in particular, but to give Korra a chance to figure out what to do, because she can't think while standing still.

Where would Raava have gone? Is there some way she can communicate with the light spirit? Is there anyone in the Spirit World who doesn't completely despise her?

Evening starts to fall, offering no answers, only a reminder that her body is human and, like it or not, needs rest. Luckily(?) they're in a forest. Plenty of material to make camp with.]

We should stop here for the night. [She has to cough a little mid-sentence; her voice rough from disuse.]

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[alittlebent]

[Korra doesn't seem to notice his attempt to get her clothes off; certainly she doesn't help him. Her focus is on her own agenda. She hooks her legs around one of his, encouraging it to bend up so she can grind against his thigh. Her fumbling hands finally succeed in undoing his pants, and she reaches in to pull out his erection.

She drags her teeth across his neck before leaning in to whisper] Take off your shirt. [And then she sits up. Assuming he behaves himself and takes off the top, she'll do the same.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Someone's in a rush. He would snark at her -- except her fingers are curled around his cock, which stands to attention, juiced and alert, its thick vein visibly pulsing. The sensation is so good he can feel the blood thumping in his ears, hips jerking to an exquisite natural rhythm that threatens to swallow his whole body. It's an effort to crook his thigh just so, a rocking flirt of pressure against the center seam of her pants. ]

[ At her order, rapped out with all the assertion of a soldier-girl in a porno flick -- (for a beat his mouth twitches, imagining a reprise of Korra: She-Wolf Of The SS) -- it takes him a moment to catch up with the dim surprise sparking in his chest, the little hitch as he stares at her. Except Hei's never been one to pass up a golden opportunity -- or be told something twice. He says nothing. But he gets busy: shrugging off his heavy fur-trimmed coat to spread it across the pebbly earth, then yanking the sweater over his head in a single motion. ]

[alittlebent]

[While he does that, Korra yanks off her own top, and undoes her sarashi just enough to tug it down her breasts, leaving it dangling loosely on her waist. As soon as they're both free again.

Oooooh she's missed this. Bolin was sweet, but he'd always been a little afraid of sex — self-conscious about his penis and his limited experience, wanting to please her but looking to porn for advice instead of talking to her. There had been a lot of communication issues and misunderstandings they had to clear up; the ultimate misunderstanding being the nature of their relationship. She and Hei have had plenty of communication problems, but the one place they've almost always understood one another is the (often metaphorical) bedroom.

Dragging her teeth across his lower lip, she guides one of his hands inside her pants (remembering, with a distant, lusty thrill, how it had felt to have him finger her at the muay thai match).]

[mortemscintilla]

[ It is true; sex is the pulse of their relationship. Leaning in to kiss her, Hei is aware, like a light springing out darkness, of that familiar buzz of pheromones bridging the distance between them. Solidifying between the transports of skin and breath, of warmth and friction and mouthfuls of hot sweet kisses, the things that carry them, transferred as if by bucket brigade, from the first entrance to this spirit world to right now. The moment, the awareness, looms open as Korra strips off her sarashi. ]

[ She bites his lip and guides his hand down past her waistband, and there are no objections from him, just a grizzled purr of encouragement. He curls his palm around her mons, stroking her through the humid fabric of her underwear. Nudges it aside impatiently, circling two fingertips around her clit, then pressing them to her opening, a slick corkscrewing to stretch her sex. ]

[ He kisses her with his eyes open, and allows himself trite and gooey-brained thoughts that evaporate as his fingers glide through her wet folds. ]

[anatural]

O-oh. [It comes out in a long, shuddering sigh against his lips. The angle is too awkward to stroke him like she wants to; she'd have to stop kissing him and lean back, put more of her weight on her knees so she'd have the space & balance to touch him. She'd rather keep kissing him, so instead she lets her body sink down more, until her breasts are crushed against his chest and his erection is rubbing against her belly.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She sighs, and the sound -- the hot rub of her body as she melts across him -- leaps inside Hei. His thumb begins a soft flicking across her clit, fingers working slickly in and out, crooked against her hotspot. He wants to hear every variation on this theme. Every thrum of vocal cords reverses a song on him, stroking excitations of heat across the taut bow of his cock. ]

[ Still, the maneuvering room is too cramped. He pretzels his legs with Korra's, and, free arm locked across her spine, rolls them until she's on her back, against the soft lining of his coat, pinned between him and the ground. With the fabric of her trousers twisted in his grip, he manhandles them down to her knees. Firelight brightly scrubs at the shadows, but under him, Korra is secretively gilded. It's so strange. He's had years of artful raunch, yet her state of disarray is enchanting. The hair a wild tangled bloom, cheeks red and mouth glossy, throat a pure toffee swoop dipping down to the sweet apples of her breasts. The scratchy-soft swathe of her sarashi, as he tugs at it, is nearly the temperature of her skin, and smells of her. ]

[ The sight, the spicysweet scent of her, sends a rush of heat down through his electrified veins to throb across his whole body. ]

[alittlebent]

Mmph! [She'd kind of forgotten his tendency to do stuff like this. She bites his lip punishingly and digs her nails into his back.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ The bite of her nails is a delicious hurt. Dipping his head, Hei darts his tongue across where her breasts spill over his cupped palms like soft-serve ice cream over the edges of a cone. Salty. Sweet. A hum traps itself in his throat, and he drags the bindings completely off her with sharp jerks, before making short work of her underwear, letting it tangle in a damp rope against the wadded-up brace of her trousers. ]

[ Satisfied, he winds his arms around her, a springy armful, loving the smooth sticky rub of skin on skin. The darkish length of his cock juts against her hip, withdrawn from the parted flaps of his trousers, indecently bared for her. Swallowing, he grabs her hand, thumbs it and moves it frantically higher to curl around his erection. A sharp breath, and he makes himself meet Korra's eyes. Lets her see, for once, where he is tangled up -- a place where wild hunger is knotted with vulnerability and fraying self-control, all closely tailed by a pervasive gratitude. ]

[alittlebent]

[Her heart stutters. No fair.]

How come even when you strip first, I'm always the first one naked? [Okay, that part's not fair too, but the worst part is what he's doing to her heart. If any part of her had forgotten that she was stupidly ridiculously in love with him...well, now she remembers.

Jerk.]

[mortemscintilla]

Because I'm bad at being patient.

[ It's matter-of-fact, but also tender. With a faint smile, he licks the soft hem of Korra's upper lip, her front teeth. The reminder -- Take it easy. Take your time -- is a bright reverb in his brain. But so easy to forget, in the ripening heat-haze. ]

[ Draped across Korra, he feels both adolescent and twitchy. Like he's fourteen and his heart is racing at this first encounter with the unknown geography of desire. One hand slides up behind Korra's head and works her hair free of its ties with gentle tugs. Meanwhile his mouth keeps feeding on hers, whole heated conversations on another level. Crazy-wonderful to kiss her, to let his tongue link between their open lips and flirt against hers, talking desperately to her in this new way as if he's had a lot to say before now and hasn't been able. ]

[ He tries to give back everything he's ever taken from her, desperate to believe he can do so without words. ]

[anatural]

[She hooks her thumbs in his waistband and pushes his pants down as best she can.]

So am I.

[She's trying to sound annoyed, but he's kissing her and it's hard to care about anything else.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Helpfully, he twists to shuck the trousers off. But they only make it down halfway, a constriction around his knees. It doesn't matter. Korra's hair is loose, and he buries his face in that fluid furry tumble, a grateful humming coming from his throat. Fuck. She always smells good to him, and right now she's developed a moist, musky cloak of scent that makes him want to nuzzle her, to bite deep. ]

[ His hips stir, rocking into the linked clasp of their palms, his erection a heavy slick-tipped roll of flesh. Aching to burst. God, he wants to fuck her until they're both jelly-legged. Wants to carve kisses and sweet bites across the span of her twisting body. He'd been a fool to deny himself this earlier, but there is nourishment in her embrace, in the musk of her excitement; he soaks her up through his skin and all his senses. ]

[ His hair is a dark, ticklish drift as he dips his head. Kissing her breasts, weighing them in his widespread fingers. He kneads them greedily as he licks and then sucks one nipple, then the other, rough wet tugs, until both crinkle up stiffly across the roof of his mouth. Worries them with his teeth, desperate for those sweet remembered cries that tremble from Korra's throat. ]

[alittlebent]

[She whimpers and squirms and pulls on his hair — gentle at first, but then harder as she remembers how rough he likes it. It's as liberating as she remembers, the freedom she has to be as rough as she wants. She digs her heels into his back, and a part of her hopes she leaves bruises.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ It stings when she yanks his hair, her heels hard knobs across his spine. But it's a delightful hurt. Hei stays focused, a drug user, an animal straining at its source of bliss, blind, simple, shameless, stupid with greed. With his eyes closed, he stretches and rolls his head like a restive cat, rubbing his sandpapery jaw against the curves of her breasts. He feels all the arousal in his body gather and push down to bloom at his groin, creating a heat so deep his cock feels like a red-hot iron. ]

[ Cheeking a path lower, he kisses the pretty pooch of her belly, lips against her navel. Then down, down, down, hot kisses pressed to the soft dark brown tangle of her pubic hair. Fuck, she's so wet, the curls a mass of slick corkscrews. He can hear himself breathing audibly as he seizes her hips, wrenching her legs wide apart and dragging her in closer, stabbing into her with his tongue between taking long licks at her clit. She tastes delicious to him, like heat and salt, like sex and life. ]

[alittlebent]

Nnnnn! [She arches up into him, her toes curling in satisfaction. (Bolin had never been very good at this.)]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She arches against him, and Hei's erection thums like a live wire. His fingers dig into the padded curve of her backside, ten perfect dents in the soft flesh. He holds his tongue against her clit for one relentless moment, a delicate repeated nudging. Lets her grow accustomed to the pressure, the pattern, before sliding it down into her tight entrance, opening her up with slick, forceful stabs, lapping across her welling heat with a lewd focus. ]

[ God -- ten months without this. Without contact, without the warm soft trap of her little fingers, her tasty mouth or those soft handfuls of breasts or her pretty thighs and this delving heat between them. He's been walking around in a state of perpetual deprivation, sensual dehydration, and now his whole body is an aching question mark: Why did you do that to yourself? ]

[ His free hand finds hers, fingers braiding tightly. He squeezes, a strange dark-edged affection dammed up inside him, tremoring out only through his swarming mouth and half-lidded eyes. ]

[alittlebent]

[She clutches his hand, and her breath catches in throat. Little gestures of affection like that aren't unheard of with him, but they were rare enough, even when they saw each other every day, to be remarkable. It pushes her higher, twisting her insides in ways delightful and sad; it won't take long to push her over the edge.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Her grip on his hand is almost crushing. He can feel her muscles fluttering as they snug helplessly against his tongue, tighter and tighter, the more he teases her. He can almost feel the orgasm building deep inside, a dark and sweet knot that throbs to be unraveled. ]

[ Any other time, he would kill to edge her over, not stopping until she's a flushed, wrung-out, sobbing mess. But he needs to get inside her so bad. He can't wait any longer. ]

[ Breaking away, he keeps a hot grip on her hips. The tendons of his thighs are ticcing, his balls tightening with anticipation and want. A moment's rummaging in his pockets, and his erection is sheathed and pressed flush-tipped and heavy between their bellies. Breathing in measured rasps, he crawls up to meet her. Catching her face in his hands, kissing her with slicked lips, letting her taste herself, sucking her tongue. Sprawled under him, Korra is all the colors of a sun dying on a calm sea. The taste and sight of her forges an almost mainline connection between his brain and his chest and groin. Skips his rational thought process and dives straight beneath his skin. ]

Open up for me. [ He swallows, a noticeable bob of throat, before adding a -- ] Now. Please, [ for emphasis. He will say anything; he is close enough to begging that Korra can't miss it. Under his blunt words need runs swift and strong, a dark river. ]

[alittlebent]

[What, like she isn't already? Don't you feel her hand sliding between their bodies, grabbing his erection to get it into position?

But the Please throws her off, and the sassy comment almost dies on her lips. She doesn't know what to think about the fact that he's pleading, the vulnerability he's showing. It's giddy, intoxicating...and dangerous.]

D-did you expect this to happen when you rescued me, or do you always keep condoms in your pocket? [The question comes out breathless, but hopefully succeeds in steering things away from the excessively emotional.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ A smile touches Hei's lips, but his erection is near-painful in her grip, the cramp of need almost outweighing enjoyment. His head dips a fraction; he rolls his temple like an impatient but affectionate wolf against Korra's skull. Kissing the corner of her mouth, he rasps, ]

They make ... good tourniquets too.

[ And a myriad of other uses. But he's in no mood to elaborate. He can feel himself shaking in odd places, his body a sudden archipelago of nerves -- one wrist, the length of his spine, knees -- a shockiness like nicotine jones hitting him. Swallowing thickly, he gathers her in close, murmuring into her ear -- he's not sure what. Something soft and nonsensical. Maybe Now. Come on. Maybe her name. Kissing her on the collarbone and the forehead and the neck and mouth, tender but somehow wild too, as if he can't focus on finesse, can't do anything but taste her skin as he forces himself deep inside her. ]

[ A slick nudge, a wicked slide -- hot, fluttery, perfect -- and then he seats himself into the saddle of her thighs. His entire body is a gasp. ]

[alittlebent]

[She chokes and clutches him tightly. He got her plenty warmed up, but it's still been 8 months since she's had anything thicker than her fingers down there and it hurts, just a bit. She bites down on his shoulder to release some of the tension. Her fingers pull at his hair and dig into his back, both punishing and pleased. When the first shock fades, she starts rocking her hips to meet his.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei can feel the first tremor of hurt. Pin it down like a butterfly on the five points of his senses: the timbre of Korra's gasp, sharp molecules on his tongue that carry both the taste and smell of discomfort, a heat and barreling pulse. At the same time there is a shameful flash of delight in that moment; he loves the way the sweet clench of muscle yields as he slides in, how the curves of her body ripple, the weight of her in his hands -- gorgeous, pliant -- as she lets him inside. ]

[ Panting, he stays perfectly still, trying to hold himself back. But then Korra is bucking beneath him with coaxing jerks, and the way she bites and claws at him, fisting his hair, threatens to sweep him halfway over the edge. God -- this unbearable feeling of slickness without motion, enveloped almost to suffocation, yet so damned still... It is too much, so intense he can't take it. ]

[ He sets up a deep rolling rhythm. Not a sawing in and out, but a swivel, their bodies connected at a fulcrum point of melting heat. His eyes stay on her, marking her body with his gaze, tracing its hollows and lines between sloppy kisses -- delicate scrapes of teeth and the sweet curls of tongue. ]

[alittlebent]

[She'd like to return the favor, but she can't keep her eyes open; everything's too intense. She just closes her eyes and holds on as tight as she moves in time with him, slipping effortlessly into rhythm. Had it ever been difficult? (With Bolin, yes, especially at first.)]

[mortemscintilla]

[ With her eyes closed, Hei is free to drink in the sight of her. She feels like a storm's wind underneath him, something exotic and tropical and dark and endless. It fits with how they stir together. Hard liquid motions. Arms encircling, skin sliding on skin. Tidal shapes fused from head-to-toe. ]

[ He shudders as he catches her mouth with his, lips and tongue working her gently. He's broke out in a clean sweat, aching, the hair along his body stiff and articulate with nerves while his fanned fingers grip tightly at her shoulder, the jut of her hipbone. Each withdrawal feels cruel and tortuous; each time he slides back inside her, his brain swims drunk out in dark headwaters. ]

[ Nudging his nose against hers, he breathes, ]

You okay?

[ Maybe he's checking on her. (Or maybe he's just hungry to get tangled again in that blown-pansy blue of her eyes.) ]

[alittlebent]

[Her eyes flutter open, watery blue and blown.]

Yeah. [So much better than okay. She kisses him, then trails more kisses up his chin.] Harder. [She wants to feel more of him.]