well that got awkward fast

[pabulously]

WHO: Hei and Bolin, later Korra & Hei
WHAT: Bolin’s come to tell Korra about rumors he’s heard on the streets. But Hei’s the only one home.

[Strangely enough, Bolin's never been to Korra's house. Well, okay, maybe it's not so strange, considering he's broken his heart twice over her and while she's still one of his best friends the idea of being near both her and a bed is just...not a thing he wants to be happening. Particularly when it's a bed she's sharing with another dude. The same dude she'd been seeing before sleeping with him.

That's really the part that Bolin's still struggling with. He doesn't regret the affair or how it ended; he's made his peace and come to appreciate the idea of "sexbuddies." But the idea that he took another guy's girl is deeply uncomfortable, as is the idea that he made Korra a cheater. Luckily he doesn't have much reason to worry about it — Korra's boyfriend is so rarely seen he might as well be a myth. It's not the kind of relationship Bolin would want for himself, but Korra seems happy with it. And after losing her for those months, and the sheer chaos that followed her return, he's just happy that she can be happy.

Anyway. Yadayada, the past is the past, Bolin's perfectly happy to just catch Korra at pro-bending matches and grab lunch or dinner every so often. Why bug her at home?

Except he's started hearing things, whispers on the streets, about Amon and the spirit world and the possibility of a lot of trouble. This is stuff that Korra needs to know, now. Which brings him to her door.

Knock knock.]

Comments

[anatural]

[Congratulations — she laughs, and it feels so good. She can't actually remember the last time she laughed... not that long ago, but she knows for a fact it hasn't been as much as she used to. Her laugh muscles are sorely out of shape. But the image of the president dangling from Avatar Aang's staff by his underwear will have her cackling for days.]

Maybe I will. [She kisses him under his chin, adding in a little playful scrape of teeth.] Tenzin's told me I'm not allowed to break anyone's camera, but he didn't say anything about dangling them off of buildings...

[mortemscintilla]

[ He starts to snatch more food off her plate. But the impulse softens with the rise and fall of her laughter, emanating from her like so much glittering light. Maybe the sound -- maybe that wicked little bite -- makes his pulse-rate accelerate a fraction, a secret hitch in the mechanism of sensation and sense that is his body. And if there's a strain of melancholy underneath it all, that just has to do with the darker climate that still hovers at their fringes. A fleeting season of brightness. Time, not weather. ]

[ Shaking it off, he smiles faintly. Bumps foreheads with her, wondering if he's become drunk on his two tiny cups of sake. ]

You know ... If a fire-hydrant 'accidentally' breaks nearby, it'll short out their cameras. Then they'll have to leave you alone.

[anatural]

I like the way you think. [She grins and shifts so that she's straddling his legs. She's not tipsy, exactly, but the sake's certainly done its job of loosening her up. Or maybe it was the laughter. Regardless, she can feel the tension leaking out of her bit by bit, and questions about Bolin & why he was here are now far from her thoughts.]

Any other good ideas?

[mortemscintilla]

I do. They involve chili powder. And air-bending disguised as a harmless gust of wind.

[ Hei collects her closer into his lap, a pretty armful, his eyes dosed with a soft-edged amusement. The lines of stress Korra has been weaving, with her sulks and frowns and pouts, have slowly diffused. What's left behind is something voluptuous, melty, sleek. Palming her spine, kneading the wings of her shoulderblades, he tips his head up to catch her mouth with his. Coaxes her lips open, to kiss the aftertaste of sake and seafood from her mouth, then indulges in a wet, warm tonguing just because. ]

[ Part of him knows they should move this party elsewhere. Maybe the livingroom, if not the bedroom. The other part remains rooted in place, along with every other inch of him, feeding and fixated on the warm cradle of Korra's body. ]

[anatural]

[She snorts, still kissing him. These are indeed some great ideas. Just not as good as the way he feels against her. She slips a hand down the neck of his shirt to rub lazy circles on his shoulderblades. She is quite happy to stay exactly where they are... at least, until the edges of the chair start digging uncomfortably into her calves. She pushes herself back and onto the table, dragging him along with her.

Oops. There goes the plate.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Ladies and gentlemen, your Avatar. Subtle as a trainwreck, and just as impossible to ignore. ]

[ On quick reflex, he snatches the plate before it shatters on the tiles. A narrow save, but one that doesn't interest him so much as Korra, right now -- laid out across the table like the last morsel, mouth lush and waiting to be feasted on. The mauve slats of light fall through the kitchen window and pick up the fine downy hairs on her cheeks. It looks like peach fuzz, Hei thinks dimly. He could eat her skin just like that -- just like a peach. ]

[ Setting the plate carefully on the counter, he wedges himself between her thighs. Swoops in close for a kiss: teasing, slickly-snaky, before he drifts across her face in soft, light landings, gentle as a moth's touch. Between kisses, he breathes, ]

Should I be making bad dessert puns?

[anatural]

[Even as he wedges closer, she's tugging his shirt away from his pants. Experience has shown that she has to be quick and assertive about getting his clothes off, otherwise there's a good chance he'll be pounding her naked body with his pants around his ankles.]

I'm pretty sure there are better things you could be doing with your mouth. [Like kissing that spot right below her ear — you know, the one that always makes her arch up in pleasure.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She tugs at his shirt, and Hei assists with an awkward one-handed coordination. Yanks the material off, and kicks it away, the gesture gauche but somehow honest too, and indication of his racheting impatience. (Once the fucking is over, he'll likely wake up and walk into the kitchen only to trip over the discarded clothes, and he'll yell something pissy to Korra, who'll just mumble dismissively from the shores of sleep, cozily cocooned in the futon.) ]

[ At her words, he offers a sketch of a smile. Tips her across the table, and lazily mouths her breasts through her shirt, before rolling the material up and off her torso. Her hair fans out in a mass of skewed black tendrils, like ivy climbers reaching for sunlight. He nuzzles the warm-scented heap, then descends to gnaw where she likes best, right beneath the ear in that sensitive place that seems to connect straight to her groin. Both palms skimming up at the same time, from rubbing circles at the juts of her hipbones, to dancing up her ribs and closing around the soft swells of her breasts, a rough thumbing across her nipples through the fabric of her sarashi. ]

[alittlebent]

[Your fault for not watching where you're going, Hei. Master of grace and coordination and you can't handle some clothes on the ground? Geez.

She gasps and arches up like he pushed a button, as automatic a reaction as a knee-jerk. The edges of the table dig into her thighs, so she relieves the pressure by wrapping her legs around his waist. Her fingers tangle into his hair and grasp tight.]

You should grab the oil. [She's in the mood for a little back door action. Though she did just eat. How long should you wait after eating before having anal sex? The question shows in her expression, which shifts from pure arousal to horny and quizzical.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hey. You try watching where you're stepping after you're fucked-out and drowsy with your mind on nothing but food. Well. Mostly with your mind on nothing but food. ]

[ At her expression, his smile melts into something softer, more quietly amused. The answer depends on the person, really. He's known girls who'd starve themselves the whole day before doing the deed. Others who'd need days of prepping, and an enema just to be sure the alley was clear beforehand. And others who'd inhale a full-course meal, guzzle a gallon of alcohol, then get down to business without a hitch. ]

[ He doesn't say that to Korra, though. Just fumbles at the clasp of her trousers, before shucking them down her body along with her underwear, a messy drape across the tiles. Grabs a clean dishtowel, and spreads it under her, sandwiched between the table and the curve of her ass. Leaning in, he hitches her pretty thighs in a snug bow around him again. Mouths the vulnerable line of her neck, while slipping a hand between them to loosen his trousers, where his erection is already trying to unfurl from the overheated confines. ]

[ Nuzzling her chin, he teases, ]

Feel like living dangerously?

[ There might be a chance of a mess. There might not. It's a coin-toss. ]

[alittlebent]

[And she thought that she worked quickly. Korra smiles and reaches down to help him with his pants.]

I live with you, don't I?

[She says it with love and no trace of irony — though it is true in so many different ways.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He accepts her help with a flicker of a smile, and her words with one of those low grunted laughs that never quite leaves his throat. Hand shaky, he manages to pop the top button and get his zipper down, shucking the jeans and toeing them aside. Only then, the technicalities out of the way, does he seem to absorb the delectable treat that is Korra. Spilled out across the table, her skin like tea with just a few dollops of milk, in contrast to his own, milk with a few splotches of tea. ]

[ Humming, he slides his head across her chest, cheeking its sleek bones and soft planes. Tugs down her sarashi to free her breasts, lapping his tongue in broad, careless swathes across each slope, teething her nipples almost cruelly, then letting her feel the scrape of stubble that barely breaks his skin but feels like granularly fine sandpaper. Meanwhile his right hand dips between her thighs, combing through the tuft of pubic hair, resting one finger on her clit and pressing down, hard, not moving the digit at all, just letting his weight squeeze it down. ]

[alittlebent]

[At what point does this start to get old? Korra knows it gets boring for people, but she can't imagine how. She and Hei have had so much sex over the course of their relationship — this isn't even their first time doing it on the kitchen table — and yet she can't imagine ever getting tired of it. She'd have to be dead not to squirm at the friction of his stubble against her breasts, not to gasp and arch up as he presses down on her clit. (And yet she knows that it's not a guaranteed reaction, even for her. A different man could touch her in the same way and she'd feel revolted. Even Hei sometimes has touched her in places she usually likes, but in a way that turned her off. Sex is more than just interlocking parts.)

She digs her heels into his back, a wordless plea for more.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He's said it before: sex is purely a head-game. It has its own shades, variations and moods. But before Amber, before Korra, he'd seldom, if ever, equated it with intimacy. The fucking he'd engaged in was either a tool, or something commercial and essentially onanistic, which appealed to him in a calculating and self-serving way, because he'd dealt with enough pressures at work to worry about performance or pleasing a partner in bed, too. Awful, yes, but not everyone could be a bodice-ripping Fabio. ]

[ With Korra, though, there's a stubborn streak of generosity, tenderness, that he's not sure how to dispose of. Maybe it's chemistry, synchronicity, that makes them want the same things at the same time. He doesn't know -- and he's stopped trying to pick it apart. ]

[ She arches under him, her heels two warm knobs against his back. And Hei smiles against her skin, around the swirling bow of his tongue. Kisses down her belly, butting it lightly with his forehead, until Korra is obliged to soften back on the table, her legs falling open for him. ]

[ One hand remains on her mons; his fingers slip inside of her, stroking her through hot slickness in that upward motion she likes, the one that makes her twist her delectable body with the ticklish-hot pressure of it. Smearing the moist imprint of his lips along the inside of her thighs, then putting his open mouth on her sex in replacement of his fingers, feeling the tight curls and the soft plump lips unlike anything, it seems, he's tasted before. But he doesn't kiss or tongue her; he just teases her clit with hot-cool breath and glancing touches across her sodden entrance. ]

[alittlebent]

[He may think of her as a kitten, but there is something distinctly cat-like about how he butts his head against her — that imperious and yet charming demand for attention that is quintessentially feline. Of course Korra is helpless against it. She forces her body to relax, even with the pressure of his fingers inside her, and waits for the usual pleasure-torture to begin.

And waits. And then sits up on her elbows because she can't tell if he's deliberately teasing her or if something else has caught his attention.]

Don't tell me the vines are here too. [Normally she'd recognize his teasing as teasing, and know the difference between Hei-in-defense mode and Hei-in-playful-mode. But with everything going on, her first assumption with everything is "spirits are causing trouble." This whole thing has taken over her life.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Vines? Hei blinks, the context eluding him. Then he notices Korra's expression, and thinks, Oh. It's a sign of how wound-up she is. Usually, if he initiates sex, she goes like melting; it takes minimum effort to cajole her into The Mood, or to painstakingly tailor himself to suit her ever-fleeting fancies. But now she's full of so much percolating tension that it's blotting sight of everything else. Worse, it doesn't seem to be going anywhere. ]

[ When he speaks, his tone is facetious. But there is a mild concern stirring underneath. ]

No vines. [ A beat, before he reaches out. Lightly taps his finger against her temple. ] Except in here.

[ With the other hand, he palms her sex, and with a careful, almost silky manner, his fingers pry open her pubic lips, thumb rolling her clit as if it is a slick bauble or a juicy grape, touching her as if she is of immense value but somehow very very fragile. ]

[ Quieter, he asks, ]

You want something else first? A massage?

[ His own attentiveness appalls him. But he can't pretend at his usual selfish indifference. (Right now? Anymore?) ]

[alittlebent]

[Oh. She blushes a little as he taps her head. Of course there aren't any vines here. He'd be in fight mode if there were.

Come on, Korra. Relax. Yet she's sufficiently embarrassed by the vine mistake that his fingers can't quite distract her.]

No, it's fine. As you were. [She gives him a mock salute — a parody of the awkward salutes Mako's been giving these days.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She salutes him, and Hei feels his lips twitch irrepressibly at the corners. She really is something. Nutty as a fucking fruitcake and luscious as a tree full of peaches. But he doesn't tease her or add to her embarrassment. She's too tantalizing, too involving, and he's too eager to get at her to make a show of it. ]

[ Hooking her knees in his hands, he opens her wider. Doesn't get down to business. Just looks at her for a moment, fingers pinching her private lips together so she exudes moisture, then gently spreading her apart, thumb rolling at her clit. Charming the way her sex twitches before he even touches it. He leans in and blows a stream of air across the tight nub, watches it throb. Opens his mouth wide, then, and runs his tongue under the soft pooch of pink folds, before he forces his tongue between the lips, thick wet stabs, lapping at her in a fury of relentless hot friction. ]

[alittlebent]

Nnnnnnnnnng. [Okay, that tongue is enough to distract her. She falls back on the table with a loud thud and a vague sense of Ouch. Who cares. The pleasure between her legs more than compensates for the dull ache in her head. The table has nothing good for her to grip onto except its hard edge, so she reaches for his hair as she gasps and whimpers.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She slumps back heavily, and her fisting hands in his hair hit sweet notes of pain that dance across his scalp and zip down his spine to his groin. His cock is a jutting heft, hot and heavy with its swelling load. But Hei is lost in what is before him. The hot rough silk of the hair, the plump wet lips, the moisture oozing onto his tongue, all this stirs in him a quiet frenzy. ]

[ And Korra's soft sounds above, her helpless sighs, ignite some darker spark in him. Ruthlessly he licks and stabs with his tongue as if he is starved for the salty delicious flesh. Curling the round little clitoris on the tip of his tongue, suckling it with all the pressure he can exert, the wet hair covering his own mouth and nose, drenching him in that saltysweet, musky scent, as he hums even louder than Korra. Then slowing, all at once, before her excitement can escalate higher, his hands shifting, fingers sliding inside her, two probing inside her fluttering walls while the slicked pinkie and then the ring finger prod at the tight crinkle of her ass. ]

[alittlebent]

[Tension? What tension? Nothing could stand up against his relentless assault. Vines could break through the windows right now and Korra wouldn't notice. Spirits could slip in to see what all the noise is about and she'd just enjoy giving them a show. (She misses that about the City, being able to touch each other in inappropriate places, not having to worry really about who might see. Embarrassment was the worst consequence of being caught there, while here, the stakes are much higher.)]

Oh come on! [Don't slow down! Not when she's so close! And if your fingers are going to tease her ass, they should go inside! Get with the program!]

[mortemscintilla]

[ If it's a dirty little show she's aiming for, he could haul her outside and fuck her against the terrace railing. The place is secluded enough that there won't be eyewitnesses -- but the risks of being spotted, even in hazy half-shadowed glimpses, are very real. ]

[ But that's not what he's focused on right now. She whines with a plaintive ferocity -- and his amusement is a low-down rumble; a vibration against her sopping folds. He cups both hands around her buttocks, squeezing hard, and pulls her closer to him, so his tongue can just reach the pucker of her ass. Teases it with the tip of his tongue, then alternates between long sloppy stripes across the length of her sex and tight swirling circles around her clit. Working her into a sticky froth, bit by bit, until suddenly, savagely, he is all but biting the mound, slurping with his tongue, burrowing into her sex and reflexively rocking his own hips in time with the movement, his dick aching with its load. ]

[ Usually, eating her out is perfunctory. A rewarding build-up to the actual fuck. But right now he wants to keep her at a simmer for as long as he -- and she -- can stand. To keep the orgasm building, ready to explode inside, without quite letting her lap over. ]

writing porn tags with my mother in the room...aw yes

[alittlebent]

[Oh she hates him. She hates him so much. He is a cruel sadistic terrible person and she'd punch his face if it wasn't so well occupied. What happened to the good old days of him trying to get inside her as fast as possible and as often as possible? (She doesn't actually miss them that much.)

Who knows how much time passes in this manner; Korra certainly isn't keeping track of anything as trivial as minutes. It reaches a point where she almost feels like she's detached from her body. Transcended, maybe? There's a pleasurable disconnect that makes everything seem surreal and amazing.]

/applauds your dedication >3

[mortemscintilla]

[ If it's a good hard banging she's after, he'll oblige. But right now, there's enough pressure suffusing her -- a wave of thick, blind, urgent want -- that he feels himself swept up in its vertiginous momentum. Her every gasp and tremor drives him on; his mouth is fastened on her clit, this tiny slick nub that is the wellspring of his pretty little Avatar's completion. And bent on nothing but that completion, he licks and sucks and lightly strokes it with his teeth, feeding deeper and deeper. ]

[ At the same time, his hands shift. One palm starfished across her belly, holding her steady. The other hand rubbing the entrance to her sex, playing with the delicate fringe of tissue -- then slipping two fingers in, first gently, then with a hard crooking friction against her spongey g-spot, while the other two digits push with an inexorable pressure into her ass. Both her tight little entrances seem, each time, almost too small -- yet this only makes him force his fingers deeper into the hot rippling depths of her. ]

[ (Let's see how detached she'll remain after this.) ]

thank you thank you she has departed now

[alittlebent]

[Not very detached at all.

She screams, loudly enough to shatter every bone in her body or so it seems. Her bones are fine, in truth, but the scream was definitely enough to worry Naga. The polar bear dog's head busts through the window and she roars to frighten off whatever made her friend scream like that.

Which just makes Korra scream for a different reason.]

NAGA! [She sits up abruptly and the table wobbles.]