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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[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.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She whimpers and twists under him, and Hei feels wafts of dragon-breath curling in his brain, his entire body overheating, throbbing with wanting her. The burn of spice on his tongue seems to match the sizzle under his skin. He doesn't know how to tell her how she satisfies him; all the phrases that come into his mind seem to be plucked from songs he's heard on the radio -- low-down dirty blues and jazz, rock-and-roll and sparkle-candy pop -- and he cant speak them. ]

[ So instead he coaxes and pleads and loves with his tongue, lips, fingers. Mouths her breasts hungrily, leaving faint pink glistening rings of teethmarks on the skin. Licks a burning trail down her belly, across her mons, rearranging the curly hairs into patterns with his tongue. Parts her slicked lips with the V of his fingers, and nuzzles between her splayed legs, soft lips surrounded by prickly bristles. Her clit is a taut twitchy bead; he lashes at her delicate inner lips before circling it with his tongue -- light slippery swirls, then flat rapid strokes, over and over, his mouth like a wet hot furnace drawing at her. ]

[anatural]

[He can't say them, which is likely a good thing because Korra probably couldn't listen with a straight face. She neither understands nor particularly appreciates poetry; at best, it'd confuse her and at worst she'd outright laugh. There are lots of things that words are good for, but things like this? For her, best shared through touch.

Besides, he's very articulate with his mouth. Korra covers her own to stifle a scream as he tongues her clit, before remembering the room is soundproof. (She'd just about died of humiliation when the older woman whispered that to her, all those weeks ago, but now she's grateful.) She claws the blankets then, the rough edges of her nails snagging on the fabric and she doesn't care or hold back.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Her hitched breaths, those gorgeous sounds trapped in her throat, all turn him on so much it is almost unbearable. With clumsy movements, wildly on edge, he slips one hand between them to curl sticky fingers around his dick. Squeezes, and nearly comes, but stops in time with a rough tug around the head. Meanwhile his mouth stays busy, hot delicate sweeps of tongue before her clit is caught between gentle teeth. He nudges at it, sucks at it, then lashes at it with a fierceness that matches the high thrum of his pulse. His free hand palms her belly, cupping and massaging each of her breasts in turn, before catching the nipples between twisting fingers. ]

[ Watching her spilled under him, he's always thrown by the unexpectedness of the sweetness -- the submission -- from someone so powerful. Always caught in something split between light cruelty and dark generosity. She's like a delightful armful for him, a melting gift. Her warmth is like home, no matter where they go. It's more than he's ever hoped to have. But that doesn't erase the knowledge that his love for her is less worthy than his ties with Yin or Amber, or less whole than what he feels for Pai. ]

[ He only hopes time will fill those blown-open gaps. She deserves at least that much. ]

[anatural]

[Always always always with the comparisons. Fortunately kept within his head, because Korra would never understand it. She would, to herself, compare Bolin and Hei's techniques sometimes, but it would never occur to her to compare her relationships with them or how she feels about them. She loves Hei; she loves Bolin; she loves Mako; she loves Asami. Each love is unique, none greater or lesser or "better." She holds her feelings to no standard and thus never finds them wanting.]

Let me — [Struggling for breath, for words] I want to touch you.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Comparisons are automatic when you've been trained to ascribe a value to everything in your life -- tangible and intangible. When you've been taught to separate what sustains you from what destabilizes you -- and to clinically excise the latter. And he destabilizes Korra, in so many ways. He knows she'd be better off without him. Burning-bright godlings like her should inspire great and obsessive loves. Not twisted simulacrums of it, which is all Hei offers. He's happy being with her, but it's obvious that he's settled. Not in the nesting sense, but in the sense of accepting what's offered instead of yearning after what's not available. And there's nothing truly wrong with that, because a killer is someone you can have a long-term relationship with only if you're a killer too. ]

[ Korra's just one short, merry-go-round chapter in what is a very long book for him. And vice versa. ]

[ If he thinks about it with this perspective, it shouldn't taste so bitter. Except perspective is a fucking crock. ]

[ Panting, he lifts his head at Korra's words. Sloe-eyed under heavy lids, lips smeared glossily as if he's bitten into a juicy peach. A beat, then he smiles small, and presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Crawls up over her, his cock a heavy slick roll, drooling against her belly. ]

Go ahead. [ Dipping his head, he kisses her, first fiercely, then more languidly, the strung-out tension in his own body melting, his teeth dragging softly against her upper-lip. ] Nothing stopping you.

[ As if he'd made it easy. ]

[anatural]

[Wow, so you're psychic Hei? And a mind-reader? That's amazing! Korra is neither, otherwise she'd punch him in the face for those thoughts. She certainly doesn't assume that their relationship will last forever, but she doesn't contemplate the inevitability of its end, and it would gall her to know that he does.

Fortunately, his thoughts are a cipher, and when Korra knees him, it's because of that Nothing stopping you comment.] Not anymore there isn't.

[She reaches down to fondle him as she considers her options. She'd like to tease him with a blowjob, but she's also turned on enough right now that she could probably come from penetration alone. Seems a shame to let the opportunity slip by...]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Neither psychic, nor a mind-reader. Just someone who defaults to an array of contingency plans and exit strategies for each situation, because the idea of walking unwarmed into anything -- this storm of emotions and hormones -- is no better than a pretty alternative to suicide. ]

[ She curls her fingers around him, and he lets off a gusty breath, ripples of bright-hot blood crashing into his scalp, his dick. Tension pulls at his muscles like a needle drawing thread; in her grasp, his erection is slick, twitching. With a grizzled hum, he nips at her neck, mouthing the juncture of soft skin where it meets shoulder, then begins biting in earnest at the captured curve of muscle. He has no idea what she's planning, but he's spoiled enough for choice that he'll go along with anything. Just as long as she stays close, and some part of her is in contact with the thudding clusters of nerves across his dick. ]

[anatural]

[Korra's exit strategy is the same for pretty much everything: punch people until she's free. It's worked fabulously so far (for a certain definition of "fabulous"....)

In the end, she's not sure what makes her decide against taking him inside now (yes she does. She doesn't feel like fumbling around for a condom and when she thinks about the risk of pregnancy she thinks about blood and the two weeks he couldn't even look at her). But she pushes him onto his back and slides down his body. Turnabout is fair play...]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei rolls onto his back with a playful and boneless compliancy, a way of obliquely flirting from the neck down while his face remains aloof and calm. The way she slides down his body, hot skin scrubbing across his thighs, back-stroking a thousand light hairs, is both incitingly sweet and irritatingly tame. ]

[ With a light shiver, he settles across the plumped buttress of pillows, one hand sliding astray to fit itself to the nape of her neck like a hand-sized collar, fingers in the roots of her spilled hair, carding the thick curled wilderness of her skull. The other skims along her jaw, two fingers slipping into her mouth, tugging softly at her lower-lip, as if to illustrate the kind of touch he wants, between his legs, where his cock already juts with a lewd interest, demand flushing through his balls all the way up to the sticky head. ]

[anatural]

[Korra nips his fingers; she's going to touch him how shewants to and he'll just have to enjoy it. It's not good for him to always get exactly what he wants precisely when he wants it...

Instead of sinking her mouth around his shaft like she normally does, Korra turns her attention to the more-often neglected balls. She licks into the corner where balls meet shaft and then takes one into her mouth and sucks.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ His eyes flutter half-shut as her lips roll over him. The sensation of her mouth -- oh so fucking good, wet, slippery -- is so inflaming that his imagination, always a latent wise-guy, supplies an image of whiskey poured over his cock and its length set on fire. He resists the urge to tug her hair, to guide her mouth where he wants it; the sight of her sprawled across him, mouthing his balls with a kittenish gusto, in itself repays all of his restraint. ]

[ Dreamy-eyed. skin filmed in a light sweat, lips parted around wavery scoops of air, he watches her. His widespread hands stay tangled in her hair, and the bones in his face seem suddenly heavy, pressing their weight on the mask he wears. He feels that if he were to look in a mirror at that moment he would see something melting, distorted, unrecognizable. A look reserved only for her. ]

[anatural]

[It's a good look on him.

Korra works his balls enthusiastically with her mouth, using suction and tongue and pressure to torture him. She's in no rush to get to his shaft, if she even gets there at all — a part of her really wants to see if she can make him come just from this. She's already disgusting; what's one more reason to shower?]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei ripples and clutches at her, fingers curling into her hair, a grip that's just short of frantic. His balls, bathed by the wet heat of her tongue, are high and tight and aching with their load. The pleasurepain is so sharp. So everywhere. God, it fucking hurts. Like rutting in burning coals -- and it's so bittersweetly perfect. ]

[ He stirs under her, lazy, incremental jerks of his hips at first. Then a sizzling arch to his back, this long shudder of lust for her. After a few moments, he is gusting out ragged, appreciative curses; after a handful more, harsh close-mouthed sounds nearer to frustration. He wants to come so badly it hurts to think, but the sloppy sensation of her hot mouth is not quite enough. More than anything, he wants her to open wide and engulf his cock, from tip to root. Or, better yet, to climb astride him, take him deep in that sopping-wet furrow between her legs, where all the nerves on his twitching shaft fucking scream to be planted. ]