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]

[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. ]

[anatural]

[You want it, Hei, you'll have to take it, because Korra has absolutely no intention of stopping what she's doing. It's a little revenge, a little challenge, and really fucking hot to feel him move, hear that ragged edge of need in his voice. She needs to know how far she can take this — whether she can push him all the way to the edge.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ As a rule, there's only so much teasing Hei can stand. He's gotten better at being less wham-bam-thank-you about his encounters, but he still has little patience for too much frippery surrounding the one big thing. His legs slide further apart, his body weds itself gracefully to the bed, synapses flaring as she works him over with her mouth. He wants to grab her by the hair, coax her lips wide open and drive between them, a rapid sloshing friction. Wants a full-body dick rub, playful and nasty: straddling her and rubbing himself across her face, neck, breasts, painting him wherever it feels good to thrust. ]

[ Instead he lets off a small humming sound, a sort of warning croon broken erratically by his labored breaths. Tugging at her hair, he catches her face in both hands. Drags her close to kiss her, tongue-fucking her with relish, at turns greedy and angry, forceful and reassuring. ]

Rubbers. [ is all he can exhale, and it takes him a minute to realize he's speaking Portuguese. Switching languages, he amends, ] Condoms. In the bedside drawer.

based in part on RL experience

[anatural]

Huh? [As if the sudden yank up wasn't disconcerting enough, he starts talking in one of the languages she doesn't know. Is he cursing? Groaning? Having a stroke?

Condoms. Yes, that makes a lot more sense. She leans over and reaches for the drawer — reaches, but it's just a little too far. Evidently at some point in the evening they'd shoved the table away from the bed. Come on, Korra! She tries again.]

Mmph!

[And half falls out of the bed, her hands the only thing saving her nose from meeting the floor. Awkward.]

ROFL I LUFF U xDDD

[mortemscintilla]

[ That's Korra for you. Graceful as the curve of a rainbow. The display -- and the narrow save -- deserves applause, or perhaps a sputtering of chuckles. Hei merely smiles, though a tiny muffled sound not unlike a snort does make itself heard. Because she's a goddamn marvel -- a burning little deity in clumsy human clothes -- and he is a jagged, crooked earthdweller, but he has her in his grasp. Literally. ]

[ With an unwieldy care, he scoops her up. Settles her against his chest, smoothing the haphazard tassels of her hair off her face with a gentle palm. The other hand reaches out to rummage out the necessities from the drawer. He skins the condom on quickly. Shifting, taking his cock in shaky fingers, guiding it to the slick place beneath the sprig of curls at her mons. ]

[ Gathering her close, absorbing the vee of released body heat that breathes against his sensitized erection, Hei kisses her -- a wet soft flutter of lips. ] All this finesse -- you'll spoil me, [ he murmurs, his tone falling somewhere between sarcasm and breathless affection. ]

except for the sex part, totally true story

[anatural]

[She could've gotten herself back up — have you seen her guns? She could lift mountains with those things! But if he wants to pick her up, well, that's okay too. She bites his neck as he teases her.]

I already spoil you. [With how often they have all kinds of kinky sex and how few times she's said "no" to his requests, yeah, he's totally spoiled. The fact that she gets just as much pleasure from the experience as he does doesn't change that.

As if to prove her point, she sinks down onto him, not little by little but in one fell swoop.]

>3

[mortemscintilla]

[ She takes him in -- an exquisite slippery-slide, the clench of muscle swallowing him down hotly. And Hei can't help the shudder that rides up his spine, the sweet shock rendering him momentarily slack-jawed. His arms circle her, tightly, reflexively. One palm spanning the curve of her lower-back and the other cupping her cheek, nudging at her jaw until she's within reach to kiss again. Languid, sloppy, just a wet painbrush flicker of lips and tongue. Intimate, in a way their hurried adrenaline-filled nights have rarely been. ]

[ After a few breathless beats, he settles back against the pillows. Taking her with him -- a gorgeous weight astride his body, elbows and arms sinking on either side of his head as he coaxes her to bend over him. Trapping him in the burnt-brown corona of her dangling hair, letting his focus get caught the sweetsalty mineral tang of her skin and another, more profound scent: something hormonal and raw. ]

[anatural]

[The intimacy is all the sweeter for being rare. At this point in her life, having been in a relationship with him for as long as she has, Korra's not sure she could handle constant intimacy. She likes their fast, hard, hormonal fucks, and she likes the long hours of torture and challenge. Neither preclude intimacy, but they're much more about the body than the heart, and that's what she likes about it. Her feelings are constant; she doesn't have to re-affirm them every time they touch.

She rolls her hips, rocking him back & forth inside her, squeezing her muscles to add to the pressure. Wanting, in all ways, to keep him close.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She's not sure she could handle constant intimacy -- and he doubts he's equipped to offer it. If he forced himself to try, it'd be like dissembling. Like they're two people in a play, all surface-sweetness but no raw substance to prop up that weight of expectation. He's tried it on for size with other women, once or twice. It's never lasted long. Each time, he's gotten cruel, needling, sarcastic, distant. He'd push and pull, lash out and bite, turn coldly condescending when they placated him. They'd give and give and give, like malleable, half-asleep chewtoys. ]

[ The smart ones with any kind of survival instinct woke up and left. The ones rendered stupid by love let him grind them to paste and became irrelevant. He didn't destroy them. He didn't have to. After a while, their selves just turned to liquid, leaked down through the floorboards, and were gone. ]

[ He hopes -- hopes -- it won't be that way with him and Korra. ]

[ She rocks against him -- and his thoughts crumble to gingerbread, a ripple of two different sensations suffusing him, feeding a twitch to his torso and his cock simultaneously. Breath rasps low and jittery between his teeth as he stirs beneath her, tight circling movements of his hips, so his swollen length bumps wickedly against the hot spot inside her. He's always liked the straight-missionary position with her, boring as it sounds -- the way it's so friction-grindy and deep. But this is almost as good. Wearing her like a holster -- foreheads brushing and meeting, so he has an unimpeded view of those blue eyes melting fuzzily into his; the slippery skid of her skin; the wet-hot-slick clench of her sex and the hot weight of her; a delicious Korra-scented tangle of hair and limbs. ]

[ (He can't remember why he used to be so repulsed by this.) ]

[anatural]

[It takes a lot to grind another person to paste. Cruelty alone isn't enough; you need isolation from any kind of support network or any other sense of purpose. That will never happen with Korra. The only thing more inescapable than her friends & family is her duty as the Avatar. He can scratch and marr and rough the surface, but her core will always be safe so long as she has those things. (It's not as solid a foundation as she thinks.)

She shifts a little as she rocks, trying to ease the pressure on her forearms, find an angle that's a little less awkward. Even so, the awkwardness doesn't distract or detract from her pleasure.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She shifts, and Hei readjusts his grip. Gathering her in closer, wet skin on wet skin, jerking his hips forward hard, his cock up as far as it will go, until he feels low hums begin to break like iridescent bubbles against his mouth, rising from his throat. He wishes he could tell her how much he likes this; the way she pushes him to the edge and keeps him there, that feeling of being on the tip of a knife and not knowing which way to fall. It's a moment of blissful emptiness, one where he forgets about almost everything -- all his secrets, the lies he's told, the people he's been -- because it's Korra, and she's never asked him to be anyone other than himself. ]

[ Even if that self -- in all its tangled barbs and tar-black hollowness -- is something he wants to protect her from, as much as from the looming threat of real enemies. ]

[ Rocking under her, he tangles the fingers of one hand into her hair. Dragging her close, catching her mouth with his -- deep gulping kisses that deny her even a moment to catch her breath or hold it. Hips grinding at a reverberant, relentless pace as he dips his free hand between their bodies, tugging the wet tuft of curls between her legs before catching her clit with the rolling pad of his thumb. ]

[anatural]

[Just a little touch between her legs but she can feel it throughout her entire body. She shudders and whimpers into his mouth. It's no fair... He doesn't have anything like her clit that she can touch to push him just a little bit farther. Nothing she can reach — his balls are in a pretty awkward position, and his nipples aren't sensitive. She bites his lip as hard as she can instead and moves her hips faster.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ She rocks faster, her teeth a delightful sting against his lip, and Hei sprawls back against the pillows thankfully, the length of his body gleaming with heat, dizzied by the sensation of her sex slickly gripping and easing around his cock like a sucking mouth. His kisses grow hungrier, tongue forcing her open, painting greedy wet swirls around her mouth while his hands rove over all those beautiful landmines across her skin. ]

[ Because, fuck, her whole body is marked with mines -- dangerous things like those round hard-tipped breasts, that arc of dark sweet throat, wings of hipbones and that fleshy bottom and the thick cluster of curls at her thighs. Places that, if he gets too close, or lingers too long with his mouth and hands, will make him go off -- just like that. ]

[ He'll explode, his brain no more than a grateful spray of psychic confetti and blood-red corskscrews. ]

[anatural]

[What's wrong with exploding? Like a firework! Korra likes it when he goes off — watching the tension break and his body melt is really rather beautiful. And since he's gotten better about managing the aftermath, there's even an appreciable post-coital bliss.

So please, Hei, go ahead and explode. She's more than ready for it.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ His pace is getting rapid, savage. The headboard is a quiet clack-clack against the wall as he pumps into wet, tightly clenched flesh. Kisses deepening further, he fits one hand to Korra's throat -- not a threatening squeeze but a shaky caress that nonethless triggers a spike of even wilder arousal, mercury shooting up a thermometer, impelled by fever, boiling water, sparks. ]

[ Breaking the kiss, he can't take his eyes from Korra's face; all the progress of her pleasure is clearly written there, and it affects him like something enormous and terrible rolling in, a huge dark wave that is part pain, part bliss. His lips crush to hers again, openmouthed and messy, his breath stuck to his throat as he slurs something -- maybe her name, maybe an I love you in the only warped, bitten-off way he's capable of. ]

[ Then the climax rips from him by pure muscular force, vibrating flesh yielding its strikes, a stutter that ratchets under the skin and then erupts into stunning black-noise. ]

[anatural]

[He breaks, and so does Korra, in a wave of pleasure that knocks all the breath from her lungs.

And then she starts crying. Great, gasping, choking sobs that come from absolutely nowhere. This isn't like the first time they had sex, or that time he overturned the wardrobe and stormed out of the room right following. Nothing has happened except what happened twice before tonight and many times before that. It doesn't make any sense. She's supposed to come and then get sleepy, not cry as if her entire world is falling to pieces.

She rolls off of him and curls up as tightly as she can, trying to get her tears under control. The fact that she doesn't understand them only makes it harder; it's difficult to calm down when you can't stop asking yourself Why am I crying ]

[mortemscintilla]

[ What the hell...? ]

[ It comes out of nowhere. But meltdowns this ugly -- this overdue -- often do. One moment she's cresting against him, deep beautiful shudders, as if she's caught in a web of lightning. The next, the heat and sparkage diffuses; something breaks inside her and she floods into sobs. ]

[ A spasm of alarm goes through Hei. The old fear that he's been too rough; hurt her in some intimate way. Automatically, his arms close around her. But she's already rolling away. Bewildered, Hei props himself up on an elbow. Regards her blearily, as if waiting to give her a few minutes to compose herself. When she doesn't, he reaches out after a moment, stroking her flanks and back gently, willing her labored breathing to ease, ]

[ No such lull occurs. She's crying as if something has shattered inside her. ]

[ A beat passes, then two, before Hei swallows down the knot of confusion and anxiety in his chest. He's been up close and personal with damaged people in dozens of different strains and species. He's learnt quickly how to gauge their tensions and safety valves; recognize the flame-flavored explosives, the doe-eyed emollients. He knows the shock of a recent crisis works its way through everyone's systems at different rates. Maybe this is Korra's breaking-point. ]

[ Quietly, he asks, ]

Do you want me to call someone?

[ Tenzin. A healer. Someone who can soothe her, or, if necessary, offer her a sedative. ]

[anatural]

[NO. She can't get the words out, but she shakes her head frantically. She doesn't want other people around. She doesn't want to give Tenzin and the others a reason to keep treating her like she's made of glass. She already feels like they've forgotten she's strong. She just wants to not be crying.

Except crying is kind of like its own form of orgasm. She hates that she can't control it, but it feels really good. And when she finally stops, it's with the same jelly-limbed boneless feeling she gets after a particularly intense climax. She buries her face in the pillow and tries to focus on her breathing.

After a moment, almost shyly, one of her hands reaches back, searching for his. She doesn't have the breath to say it, but she'd really like a hug right now.]