good enough to eat

[anatural]

WHO: Hei & Korra
WHAT: You don’t want to know.

[One of the many problems with fighting with Hei — the makeup sex is really good. If it sucked, then maybe they wouldn't fight so often.

Korra finds herself contemplating this as she stirs awake. A glance out the window tells her there's still a few hours until dawn. Every part of her aches, but it's a good ache, like the burn of good exercise. Which, if you think about it, sex is. Particularly with Hei.

Yawning, she turns her head to look at her bed partner. She's missed being able to do this. Just watching someone sleep is both creepy and boring, but these little glances in the middle of the night are different. They're like subconscious surprise inspections, making sure he's here and close. Once he's passed, she can go back to sleep.

She tries to do that now, but it's not working. She's mauled all over, covered in sweat and spit and come; she wants a shower. Then her stomach grumbles, loud and angry, and she remembers that she'd hardly touched her dinner. She'd been so excited to see Chekov again, and then she & Hei had...well...

Her stomach grumbles again. Yeah. She needs food.]

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[anatural]

[Korra relaxes a little too when he pulls her onto his lap. They both have an easier time communicating with touch. When he lets her hand go, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him.]

Oh really?

[mortemscintilla]

[ He doesn't answer. At least not verbally. Instead he circles her closer, one hand stroking her side, her belly, with slow appreciative strokes, while he tips his head back, coaxing her lips apart with gentle nudges of his mouth against hers. He takes his time to taste that meaty, soupy underurrent of the meal on her tongue, a splinter of consciousness noting the way the kiss melts from something slow, languid, to a hot insistent pressure. ]

[ It's ridiculous. He's gotten laid twice tonight, but it doesn't drain the well of lust for Korra that keeps rising and brimming. Even when he's sated it remains the same -- a perpetual glass half-full. ]

[anatural]

[She shifts in his lap, grinding and squirming until she's straddling him. She tugs on his bottom lip with her teeth and tangles her fingers in his hair. As the kiss grows more heated, she starts pulling. It's a familiar, predictable pattern.]

Hey. [With difficulty, she breaks the kiss.] Sure you're not still hungry? [Code for I’ve got an idea.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei rearranges her more comfortably in his lap, both arms slung around her, fitting along the curve of her waist as if cradling an expensive vase, then skimming down to get a handful of her ass. The cup of soft muscle both delights him and urges him to press her closer, to squeeze and explore other parts of her. His hardening cock is trapped beneath her weight; he can feel the greed leaping into his groin like a tiger. ]

[ He crooks a half-smile when she breaks the kiss, blue eyes at once frank and half-shuttered, body canted in a wickedly casual set of angles. ]

Depends on what's on the menu.

[anatural]

I was thinking... [She looks around the kitchen for inspiration and sees a bottle of bulgogi sauce sitting on the counter, forgotten by one of the chef's assistants.]

Barbecue?

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei exhales slowly, fingers worming into her waistband with a sly insistence, his lips soft and craving where they burrow against her jaw. ]

[ Dryly, ]

Planning to set me on fire?

[anatural]

Only if you tempt me. [She wriggles, trying to get off his lap so she can grab the sauce and tug him back towards the bedroom. Whether she's successful or not depends entirely on his whim.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He loosens his hold so she can grab the sauce -- before he scoops her up. The trip back to their room doesn't take long. Kicking the door shut behind him, he spills her across the mattress with a thump and bounce. This doesn't occur without cooperation, of course, but Hei is willing to assume responsibility for the arrangement. His body melds close to Korra's, a warm solid weight, as he grabs handfuls of her soft hair and gnaws gently around her face and neck, trying not to mark her while longing for the freedom to do it. ]

[ When he pulls away, he presses his lips to her temple, words spilling in a hot vibration of sound. ]

What're you planning to do?

[anatural]

[She squawks, as she always does when he decides to surprise her like this.] I am so going to get you for this one day. [She whispers to make sure they don't disturb anyone while they make their way down the hall. Honestly, he acts like she's half her size and strength sometimes. Stupid macho man.

She grumps, but her body radiates smug satisfaction as his weight settles on top of her.]

Remember that thing you did with the chocolate?

[mortemscintilla]

[ Oh, he's perfectly aware of her strength. Maybe that's why he does it. He can never repress that twist of sheer exhilaration in being able to handle that exquisite body, while knowing it's accompanied by that fierce personality. It's like trying to grab hold of the blazing ends of a snapped metal cable as it slices through the air, spritzing heat and fireballs; any one of them might scorch a hole right through you. ]

[ Pinning her under a wedged thigh, but playfully, Hei idly mouths at Korra's earlobe, her jaw, then sucks a soft patch of skin between his teeth, raising a splotch of bruised-plum color. Meanwhile his legs twist, more precision than grace, already dropping his sandals, one hand fiddling between their bodies with the clasp of his pants. ]

[ At her words, he pauses, memory coaxing him to a place that's dark and smoky and depthlessly hot. A smile threatens to sneak out of him. ]

I do.

[anatural]

[One of these days that body is going to kick your ass just to prove a point.

Just not tonight.]

I thought that maybe we could do kinda the same thing with the sauce. I mean, I know it's not sweet, but it's liquid. And I can warm it up wit my firebending...

[All the kinky sex things they've done together, and yet she still (only sometimes!) gets a little flustered actually talking about it.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He can almost feel Korra's face flush with a barely visible wave of heat, and it affects him like an exhalation of pot smoke, a taste of warm cream, a blossom on the clambering vine toward nirvana. Over the course of their relationship, he's gotten used to being the aggressor, the initiator, But it's not as rewarding as when she overcomes that bashfulness to make her own suggestions. In a way, her flustering makes it sweeter, sending a heat bubbling up inside him, concentrating first in his belly then fluttering down to his groin like antic butterflies. ]

[ Skimming his fingers along her sides, he slips them under her shirt, inching it carefully off. His own follows a moment later, both garments flung dismissively to the corner as he re-settles against her, her pretty breasts squashed against his chest. ]

[ Idly, he nuzzles at the hollow at the base of her throat, between her collarbones. His smile is soft against her skin. ]

It's worth a shot.

[anatural]

[Gotten used to? He trained her for submission, to the point that even though she's the initiator in just about every aspect of her life, she's still not entirely sure how to handle being in charge in bed. It had been one of the weird things about sleeping with Bolin, suddenly being in charge. She found that taking the reins sometimes is fun, but constantly guiding the horse is too much work. She'll never tell Hei this, but she does like how he takes control. She likes the master/student dynamic that happens sometimes between them — the thrill of learning & doing, the security of having a teacher, being able to take initiative without having to take the lead. That dynamic may even be one of her favorite things about sleeping with him.

She grins when he says It’s worth a shot, and tries to push him over so she can get the sauce and put it on him. Assuming he'll let her.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ At her look of bright-eyed enthusiasm, a low chuckle rasps in Hei's throat. Obligingly, he rolls back. He can feel the blood rising in him, his shaft lifting and straining against his pants. He doesn't waste a lot of time in remedying that, tugging his belt loose before shucking his trousers down and off, following them with Korra's, a fast efficiency that precludes having to unseat her. Sometimes, undressing for her reminds him of the way he'd learned how to get ready in Heaven's War -- except in reverse. He isn't whistle, jump, toe-the-line swift any more, but he doesn't linger on buttons. He tugs her pants off in a single motion, then tosses them starboard to hang neatly from the rail with the practiced ease some people use to hang hats. ]

[ Thrumming mutely, from hairline to groin, he gathers her in close. Sweeps her hair back, letting it spill down one shoulder, trailing his jaw just barely. His kisses are a soft, slow burn -- both giving her permission and coaxing her to do what she likes. ]

[anatural]

How do you do that? [Korra doesn't care enough about the answer to really stop what she's doing, but it definitely falls into the realm of Completely weird talents Hei possesses.

With a great feat of strength, she breaks the kiss and pulls back.]

Let's get this barbecue started. [Note to self: Don’t try to be clever during sex. Trying not to wince with embarrassment, she opens the bottle —

And manages to squirt sauce all over her face and breasts.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Fuck. Sometimes he really hates the way she can make something in him melt into a puddle of chocolate ice cream: sweet, sticky and muddy in the bowl. ]

[ He watches the sauce splatter her face, dribble across her breasts -- shiny dark coins on soft skin. The sight feeds an instantaneous trigger of dried blood and battle. But the spicysweet scent of Korra, blended with the heavy waft of sauce, counteracts the memory. His dick is already bobbing heavily across his belly, a flush of heat lighting up under his taut muscles, as if Korra is the perfect centerfold princess, designed to get under even the thickest skin and crawl around until the host is insane with want. ]

[ Sitting up, he encircles the warm voluptuous weight of her in his arms. Draws her close, skin to skin, the sauce smearing his torso like dabs of fingerpaint. He doesn't care; just runs his face along the peachy curves of Korra's breasts, cheeking her throat, nuzzling her face, licking every trace of sauce from her skin -- an exquisite indulgence of biting teeth and lathering tongue. ]

[ When he draws back, finally, his mouth is smeared dark red. His eyes glint with a ghost of warm amusement. ]

I think you did that on purpose.

[anatural]

I did not! [She's trying to sound indignant, but she's kissing him again so quickly that it's really hard to tell.

Mm. Good sauce.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Oh, the sauce is okay. But he's more interested in the way the salt on the surface of Korra's skin mixes with the sweetness of the oils beneath, blending with those tangy splatters in a way that pricks his tastebuds. Fingers tangling in the dark waves of her hair, he kisses her heavily, eating up the wafts of her soft spice-laced breath, sucking her lower-lip between his teeth before coaxing her lips apart to tease and swallow that hot pink tongue, drawing it into his mouth as if to consume it. ]

[ Without letting her go, he rolls them over so she's sprawled on her back. Settles heavily against her, his erection wedged between them, already getting slippery around the head. Smudged traces of sauce stick to their skins; he laps at them idly, before licking his way into her mouth. The sourness of spice is fuzzily apparent yet not awful. He's tasted worse and heard it called a meal. ]

[ Plucking the bottle from her fingers, he teases, ]

What was that you said? About getting the barbecue started?

[ To punctuate his point, he dips a finger in the bottle. It comes out darkly-coated; he wipes it across her right breast, circling the nipple. ]

[anatural]

[No fair, using your magic tongue powers to reverse positions! (Yes, okay, Korra likes having him top, but she still reserves the right to sulk.) And don’t throw her stupid words back at her geez!]

I thought you were going to play the hunk of meat... [Notice how she called you a hunk? Yeah? See how she's learned subtlety? Aren't you proud?

Also, she's going to stick her own finger in the bottle and smear it across your upper lip like a mustache. It's the easiest part to reach right now.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ The proudest. Now all that's left is to teach her patience and finesse, and she'll be Grade A Avatar material. ]

[ Not that he'll ever bother to teach her. It's more interesting this way, with all her rough, uncut edges and unabashed glitter, Some diamonds are more stunning when they're not whittled down to a commonplace princess-cut. Their rawness lends them a blaze, a strength, that can't be replicated elsewhere. ]

[ His lips twitch as she paints the cleft beneath his nose. He brings out his tongue and licks the sauce off, before swiping the tiny blob he can feel at the tip of his nose, a hitherto undisclosed and not necessarily admirable talent, but effective. Snatching her hand, he sucks her little fingers into his mouth, cleaning the dark mess off and stroking the tip of his tongue against the thin webs of skin where fingers join to palm. ]

[ Breaking away, he murmurs, lips brushing the inside of her wrist, ]

Your fault for distracting me.

[anatural]

[Huh, Korra's never seen anyone lick the tip of their nose before; she gives it a try herself (result: fail), and then returns her attention to the way he's ravishing her hand.]

What happened to that incredible focus of yours?

[She pushes, albeit not very hard, to try and get him on his back.]

[mortemscintilla]

I ask myself that everyday.

[ His smile is lost in the press of their mouths -- a wet, tangy peck. His reputed focus has funneled to the sight of her, a pretty blue and gold wildflower growing beneath his shade. At her breast, the sauce has hardened, a cool, sticky film. Tiny cracks spread through the gooey stuff encasing her nipple. ]

[ He ignores her nudging, at least for the moment, to scoop a finger inside the sauce bottle. Slowly, methodically, he smears more of the mess across the undersides of her breasts. Dribbles it along the soft cleft between them, down her stomach, over her navel, her hipbones, above the curly scrim of pubic hair, along the sensitive tops of her thighs. Her sex, he leaves alone; chilli sauce up the notch cannot be an erotic, much less pleasant, sensation. ]

[ Satisfied, he pauses to survey his handiwork -- the dark glistening smears making her look like a drunken confectioner's drizzled toffee hallucination. She is done up like a treat. All in and all out for him. ]

[anatural]

[Well fine, if you're going to be that way, Korra will just lie back and let you do your thing. Focus on the cool liquid on her skin; close her eyes so each touch is a surprise. She's not as noisy as she might have once been; she's gotten a little better about squirming and giggling. Her pleasure is evidently only in the uneven rhythm of her breath and the micro expressions she can't control.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She may have learnt to fine-tune her responses. But compared to the sly eclipses and subtle shutterings Hei is used to in his lovers -- their lips and hair dye-saturated candy colors, nails and spike heels sharp and terrible, cheekbones and curves and eyelids so perfect that you can trace with your gaze where the surgeon's knife must have cut -- Korra is still achingly transparent. Delightfully, moodily human -- full of hormones and snark one moment, all soft and giggly the next. ]

[ Before she changes her mind and squirms away, Hei dives down and gets to work. No pattern; no tactile roadmap. He starts at her feet. Bites at the tender arch of one, tongue tracing the dust on the bare sole of the other. Pops the big toe into his mouth, sucking it the way she sucks his cock. Touching his mouth to the kneecap, the side of the knee, the oversensitive back. Sliding his lips along the calf, the soft down ticklish under the smears of sauce. He leisurely samples her right thigh, then her left, Climbs half on her, then half off her, sliding along her body, biting, lapping, sucking with harsh interest. His dick skids against whatever is handy as he moves; he can feel the hot weight of it at his groin, the tip ribboning faint streaks of pre-come. He lingers for a long while on her breasts, hands kneading them with sauce-sticky fingers, rolling her nipples before he draws each one inside his mouth -- hard -- blunt teeth sinking around the aureole. ]

[ He wishes he could take his time, work her over until she's half-wild with it. But it always feels like there's something larger looming on the horizon, as if he can't linger for more than a moment. So he does what he can to make the moment worth it. Has to, because he's lived on borrowed time too long not to know the value of it. ]

[anatural]

[That was the strange thing about the City, one of the many strange things — you never knew when you might leave, but it always felt like you had all the time in the world. Time to indulge in hours of foreplay and relentless teasing, time to explore every inch of their bodies. In the City, you never knew if you were going to wake up in the morning and still be yourself, but it's here that Korra finds herself constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He's driving her plenty wild, though, even without the cruel teasing and orgasm denial that used to be his favorite trick. She whimpers and writhes, trying to release the aching tension building up inside.]