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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[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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Her kisses feel brightly-radiocative against his skin. At her words, he shifts his hips, settles into a deeper angle, a better rhythm, and his breaths are hot and choppy, each one different, less controlled. Working her with rapid, timed strokes, stitching the kisses hungrily to the spaces between them –- across her neck, her jaw, her breasts. He tugs at her nipples with blunt teeth, gentles the pressure but doesn't let go entirely. More slowly from his depth-charged body, the realization hits: This is so easy. So wonderfully, dizzyingly good -- the way their bodies meet and know one another, ghosts in the machinery of their everyday skins, as if they've sustained a private dialogue despite their time apart. ]

[ It's a fact that's both deeply commonplace and also, given everything that's gone wrong between them, miraculous. ]

[alittlebent]

[She cries out and clings as tightly to him as she can. She can feel her climax coming; she tries to hold it off, not ready to let go just yet. Once she lets go, he will, and then it will be over, and who knows what will happen then? Right after climax is when Hei is his most unpredictable. Sometimes he'll be sweet; sometimes he'll be cruel; sometimes he'll say he's leaving for 10 months. The longer she can hold that uncertainty off, the longer she can hold onto the connection they share right now, the happier she'll be.

She pushes his shoulders and twists her hips.] Flip over. I want to be on top.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei doesn't display surprise for this demand, but several tensely knotted muscles in his body relax a notch, leaving an unexpected relief behind. A sharp giddiness in his chest that contrasts with the dull, painful need for release that had been riding low and heavy in his balls. He'd been at a crossroads; wanting to come and take the edge off; wanting to prolong the delicious moment, to take a more leisurely stroll hand-in-hand with Korra. He is so used to people letting him drive, to the natural selfishness of sex, the unilateral decisions. ]

[ But he's also forgotten how pushy Korra can be, how eager she is to give of herself, but also to take, both so avidly that it makes his head spin. ]

[ Obligingly, he rolls onto his back, carrying her around with him. Sprawled beneath her, with her face hanging over him, as darkly-flushed as her nipples, he can't help but smile into her eyes. Can't help angling his head, laying kisses on her face, all around her mouth -- fleeting but somehow almost worshipful, too. ]

[anatural]

[The smile stops her in her tracks; it's hard to move with her insides doing belly flops and weird contortions. Then he's kissing her face and this is more familiar, so she's able to relax and begin rolling her hips in a slow but forceful motion.

She still can't help murmuring against his lips.] I like your smile.

>///<

[mortemscintilla]

[ He exhales a laugh, very softly, the air puffing against her neck. The way she moves makes the electricity in his nerves crest like a needle into the red. In answer he levers himself into a series of slick tight thrusts, greater pressure and a languid friction, moving his hips like a corkscrew kissing a cork. ]

[ His lips brush hers as they part to speak, but it's too light to be a kiss. ]

Careful. You're one of the ... special few who gets to see it.

[ Teasing colors the tone; but his eyes are solemn, dark-ringed. It's true, Korra has a talent for untapping those reserves of lightness and humor inside him; hidden so long they've begun to molder. It makes him wonder how much longer he can retain his isolation, his signature grimness, as his last resort, a soldier's aerie against the tide of messiness and color that washes through him with Korra-shaped brilliance. ]

[ Day by day, that tide is seeping under his skin. ]

OMG IT'S A KATYA HI

[anatural]

Lucky me. [She kisses him, trying to focus just on his lips and not the way he feels inside of her. If she doesn't, she'll lose control entirely. She'll break —

Just.

Like.

This.

She freezes, and then her body convulses as the orgasm breaks over her. She bites down hard on his shoulder to muffle her screams.]

FROM LONDON TO ADEN UR INBOX IS UNDER SMUTTY THREATS >3<

[mortemscintilla]

Fuck.

[ The way she comes makes the entire world in Hei rise and fall, rise and fall, faster and faster. God -- she's so soft. So wet and perfect. He grips her hips bruisingly tight with his hands and just pounds into her, grunting with each upstroke, the flutter of completion building inside him like the stunned feathers of a trapped bird. The slicked heat of her body is exquisite. But it's nothing to the rough kiss inside her that tugs and sucks at the head of his cock. Everything about her seems made to make him come. But it's more than that. It's Korra who's doing this to him. Making that prickling flush of heat creep down his face and throat; tugging at the strands of his control until they fray and snap like violin strings. ]

[ It's her. Everything. ]

[ When he comes it's like breakage, sharply, a missile of release. Hard tremors, shockwaves drenched in blindness. Panting, he slumps underneath her, their arms and legs tangled, as if he wants to shield them in the messy embrace, not inclined to withdraw and bare his sweat-filmed skin to the brittle air even for a few necessary moments. ]

[ His palm fits against the round of her skull; when he kisses her, it's breathless and languid. An unspoken: I missed this. ]

NOT THE SMUTTY THREATS OH NO

[anatural]

[For a moment, her mind is blissfully empty of all thought. She kisses the teeth-shaped bruises on his shoulder apologetically before he pulls her in. A warm feeling of contentment suffuses her. Things are still very wrong — with the world, with herself — but it doesn't bother her as much. Even when it seems like everything is lost, there's still joy and pleasure to be found. Superficial, maybe, but she'll take it.]

ALL THE SMUT >3

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei is always fast to shake off the comedown, a sentinel's attention cutting through the haze of endorphins. But right now, a certain drugging warmth regulates his movements, along with a lingering frisson of excitement from the act. Exhaling, he lets Korra drape herself into the crook of his body, like a kid in a tree, between branches, a soft curl of heat against his hardness. Loving the back of her neck resting on the curve of his arm, its fragile solidity. ]

[ Exhaling, he touches her on the jaw, just another caress of impulse. A beat, then the softness in his gaze recedes and his expression sets into its usual blank-faced order. Still, his voice is soft. ]

All right?

GASPU

[anatural]

Mhmm. [She closes her eyes and wraps an arm around his waist.] 'M just tired. You wear me out. [A teasing poke poke to the area just above his crotch.]

MWAHAHAHA

[mortemscintilla]

What? Already?

[ Almost playfully, he catches her wrist, bringing her hand lower, settling it against the soft heap of genitals, still perceptibly swollen to her touch. Residual, unspent arousal. After ten months, want is omnipresent, a constant baseline humming under his skin. ]

[ Drowsily, he nuzzles Korra's hair. Her lips seem to have ripened during their play, along with her scent; patches of skin on her neck and shoulders and breasts evidence his thorough mauling. For a moment he can only stare at her, knowing it's only incidental that they're in the same place, especially when there are greater hurdles looming at the horizon. Yet the fact of her presence is a submerged happiness, like getting a birthday present, something prosaic but meeting a basic need, a new sweater or a decent meal. ]

[ With a half-smile, he teases, ]

I thought you'd been running a deficit.

[anatural]

Excuse me for being tired after a full day of hiking. [She makes a face at him.] It's not like I've been getting a lot of sleep. [Funny thing about being in the spirit world as a spirit... she got all the exhaustion of being awake, but she didn't know how to fall asleep.

Despite her complaints about being tired, she still fondles him, running her thumb over and around the base of his cock.]

[mortemscintilla]

I think I can help with that last part.

[ A swallow, as he melts a few inches into the furry heap of his coat while Korra's warm little hand commands him from below. He can feel himself twitch, lengthen; a sharp oversenitized ache, overrun by a flaring heat. Humming low in his throat, he presses closer, defining new-old territory with the wrapped closeness of his body across hers. In the dancing orange glow of the campfire, a wistful curiosity darkens his gaze. ]

[ Gently, ]

It's been a crazy few months for you, hm?

[ It's not an apology, exactly, but it's as close to one as Hei gets. ]

[anatural]

[How? By keeping me up? She doesn't end up making the sassy remark; the subject of the past few months is kind of a humor killer.]

Yeah. [She sinks against him, still stroking, but there's a definite thread of sadness in the weight of her.] I thought I could help, but I'm pretty sure I just made things worse.

[mortemscintilla]

You'll get through it.

[ One way or another. It feels true. He recognizes it is, because, even amid all the madness going on in the spirit world and beyond, all the changes that've led up to it, the changes that will follow it, presaging disaster upon disaster –- turning the very air off-key and charged -- she is staying afloat. That is the first step in the right direction. From the point of view of someone already neck-deep in desperate danger, relying on instinct is the best line of defense, while emotionalism and frantic cognition are irrelevant and get set aside. They're slow and clunky; they consciously inhibit the instinctive grid of survival already mapped out in your brain. ]

[ And, reckless and brash as Korra is, her grid is as well-defined as Hei's own. ]

[ He reaches down, curling his fingers around her stroking hand. The mood isn't totally eroded by gravity; still, there's something thoughtful in the way he tips a kiss to her hot brow. ]

Remember: you dealt with worse in the City.

[ Surreal to recall he was part of everything that entailed Worse. ]

[anatural]

[She shakes her head, just a little, without thinking about it. Things had been terrible in the City; she'd even been a part of a war there, but a war against forces holding you captive is very different from a war within your own people. Watching people you've known since you were a child fight and die. Having people you once considered kin become the enemy, or at best look at you with suspicion.

She continues like he didn't say anything.]

I don't know if finding Raava is going to fix anything. But it's the only thing I can do.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei smiles to himself, a bit wistfully. She's in no mood to be comforted, but that doesn't surprise him. Whether she's legitimately responsible or not for the catastrophe is besides the point. It's natural to blame yourself when something terrible happens. It's comforting in a way; it makes you feel there's something you could have done if you'd been smarter, or faster, or whatever. Sometimes thinking you've failed is less frightening than admitting you are essentially helpless. ]

[ He'd tell her that. But there's guarantee she'll understand. Anyway, he's just her boyfriend, not her goddamn alienist. Action comes easier to him than stringing together pretty words. ]

[ He circles her in, his cheek pressed to the soft tumble of her hair. He doesn't say anything, but the protective clasp of his arms, the slow saw of his breathing, conveys a quiet message: Do what you have to. I won't leave you until it's done. ]