Avatar: The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra belong to Nickelodeon and Mike and Bryan.

"Mmm. Asami." Korra leaned her head back, allowing the heiress more access to her neck. Asami obliged, pressing closer to the Avatar, continuing her burning kisses along the column of the waterbender's throat. The couple stood in a tight embrace in Asami's massive bedroom on the airship, the majority of their clothing scattered around the substantial room. Korra's hair was already loose about her shoulders, one pale, slender hand tangled within it. Asami's jacket and shirt had been abandoned nearly immediately upon the teens entering the room, leaving her lithe form in chest bindings and tight pants, which Korra was distractedly attempting to remove. The kissing and fevered touching went on for several minutes, including numerous failed attempts by Korra to remove various pieces of Asami's clothing. Finally, fed up with her girlfriend's fumbling, Asami broke off her ravishing of Korra's neck and collarbone. She released the dazed waterbender, straightening to remove her chest binding.

Korra blinked rapidly in shock at the sudden departure of Asami's warm hands and even hotter lips, but recovered quickly when she realized what the nonbender was up to. Eager and impatient as always, Korra took the chance to turn the tables on her usually dominant other half. She wrapped an arm around the other girl's waist, moving to capture Asami's lips with her own when she came up short. Literally.

Asami, having finally loosened her chest binding, could only stare in confusion at the frozen Water Tribe teen who appeared to be glaring daggers at her chin. After several minutes of continued silence and much to Asami's displeasure, no kissing or groping, the pale teen threw her arms up, dislodging the black bindings still caught between the two and drawing the gaze of the previously catatonic waterbender.

"What's the hold up?" Asami's perfectly arched brow sent chills up and down Korra's spine, fully returning her from her thoughts and to her frustrated, half naked girlfriend before her. A deadly storm was brewing behind the heiress' now cold expression. Korra squirmed beneath her emerald gaze before finally resting her head against Asami's chest and speaking into it.

"You're taller than me." The raven haired teen was struck speechless at Korra's petulant words. Asami could only blink at the top of her girlfriend's head. Korra's face, hidden in pale skin, had flushed considerably, her tan skin now violently blotched with scarlet. After a deep breathe and silent mouthing of words, Asami was finally able to speak.

"Yes. Did you…um…just notice?" Asami ran a tired hand backwards through her hair. Korra pulled away, sighing heavily.

"I'm the Avatar! I shouldn't have to lean up to kiss my girlfriend!" Asami burst out laughing at the disgruntled bender. Even the movement of the pale teen's chest couldn't brighten Korra's spirits.

"No more heels, then?" Asami's mirth remained despite Korra's death glare. The nonbender hunched slightly, enough to level her face with the displeased Avatar. "Is this better?"

"I hate you."

"You definitely weren't hating me a few minutes ago."

"I really hate you."

"Want some platform boots?" Asami's grin remained, her head now tilted in mock consideration. "Now that I think about it, I don't know how I feel about dating someone shorter than me."

"You're not funny." Cracks were appearing in Korra's "angry" façade,

"Do they keep track of Avatar heights? What if you're the shortest Avatar ever?"

"I was the tallest back home!"

"You lived in a compound. You were the only girl."

"There were guards-."

"Short."

"I'm not…"

"Tiny? Yes you are."

"No, I'm…"

"Miniscule."

"You're-"

"Tall."

"I'M NOT SHORT!"

"Exactly." The Avatar nearly fell over at Asami's words, her brow furrowing and her mouth gaping comically.

"What?" Asami chuckled, tucking a lock of hair behind her confused girlfriend's ear.

"I'm barely taller than you. There's no reason to be self conscious about it. That's what I was trying to get you to realize and I succeeded." The heiress smiled sweetly at the Avatar.

"You're an evil genius." Korra's eyes were as wide as saucers, a grin slowly forming.

"Emphasis on genius.," Asami winked, "Really though, Korra, you're perfect just as you are." Korra's face broke open into a full blown grin as she crushed her girlfriend to her.

"Why are you so perfect?" The burly teen squeezed her slender counterpart, causing the latter to wince.

"It's a gift." Asami's voice shot up an octave, earning her yet another bone-jarring squeeze. "Korra. Crushing me. Can't breathe." Korra released the poor girl immediately, blushing scarlet again and babbling apologies. "No permanent damage. It's fine." After stretching and popping no longer dangerously compressed body parts, Asami grinned, grabbing and pulling Korra back to her. "I didn't tell you to let go. Just needed to breathe." The water bender suddenly became aware that Asami's chest bindings had been abandoned long ago and were no longer caught between them.

"I think we were doing something before I acted like an idiot."

"Were we? I think I needed to be reminded." Asami's smirk earned her a searing kiss and then a sudden ride by way of Korra's arms. The Avatar dropped her girlfriend unceremoniously on the ridiculously large couch before crawling over her and settling on the pale teen's waist. "Hmmm. Were we listening to the radio?"

"No more talking." Asami's eyes widened before darkening considerably. She yanked the water bender down by the front of her tunic, locking their lips together for several moments before pushing the Avatar back slightly to whisper.

"Make me." Then the Avatar attacked, making Asami pay for her words from earlier. This time, it was the shorter teen in charge, her lips working their way down the heiress' neck. Though their roles were reversed, Asami had a much easier time removing Korra's clothing, the water bender's chest bare in moments. Both girls groaned as skin touched skin but the contact was short lived as Korra air bended herself off of Asami and behind the couch at the sound of a knock on the door. Asami groaned loudly, punching the couch hard as she rolled off and dressed as quickly as possible.

"Yes?" The nonbender had to clear her throat several times to eliminate most of the huskiness from her voice.

"It's Jinora. Can I come in?" Korra's head popped up from behind the couch as she waved her arms frantically mouthing the word "no" emphatically. Asami shot the other girl a glare, mouthing back.

"What do you want me to do?" She twirled her fingers toward an article of abandoned clothing as she walked toward the door. Korra responded immediately, wildly creating a whirlwind to collect the discarded clothing around the room. Once the clothing was safely deposited behind the couch, Asami opened the door to greet the precocious preteen.

"Of course, Jinora. What's up?" She stepped aside, allowing the girl to enter.

"Well…I need some advice." The airbender fidgeted, her face quickly reddening. Asami's brow furrowed in concern as she led Jinora to the couch.

"Alright. About what?" Jinora squirmed before blurting rather loudly.

"What do you think of Kai?" Asami started a bit from the sudden change in the girl, but quickly recovered, a slight smile playing at her lips.

"He's a bit of a troublemaker, but he seems very nice." Jinora relaxed visibly. "Pretty cute, too." Asami couldn't help but to laugh as the girl locked up again, her face burning a bright red. "Do you like him, Jinora?" The airbender deflated, sinking into the couch as she muttered.

"Yes." Asami sobered at the clearly troubled preteen.

"What advice do you need?" Jinora remained half swallowed by the couch.

"Would it be weird if I kept training him when we get to the Northern Air Temple? Because my dad is going to want to train him and…"

"I don't think that'd be weird at all. He'd like that." Asami smiled kindly, placing a hand on the girl's shoulders. Jinora brightened considerably.

"You think so?" She smiled as Asami nodded. "Thank you so much, Asami!"

"Anytime, Jinora. I'm really going to miss traveling with you."

"Me too. I've really enjoyed our discussions on engineering and the newest technology." Asami chuckled at the girl's business like tone.

"I'm sure you'll learn quite a bit more about technology at the Northern Air Temple." Jinora and Asami both froze at the sound of a sneeze.

"What was that?"

"Sorry, trying out a new fuel. It's hard on the nose."

"But you didn't sneeze." Jinora's expression shifted quickly to suspicion.

"Yes, I did." Korra's head popped up from behind the couch as Jinora looked around the room.

"I'm sorry!" The Avatar's mouthed apology was cut short as Asami launched a nearby pillow at her while Jinora wasn't looking. Korra ducked down right as Jinora turned her way.

"Is someone else here?"

"What? No. Just me." Jinora stood to leave, her expression softening.

"Thanks again, Asami." The heiress relaxed.

"Anytime, Jinora. Really, I mean it." Jinora smiled before walking to the door. She paused after waving.

"Bye, Asami. Bye, Korra." She left the room and closed the door, smirking triumphantly. Korra rolled over the top of the couch, still topless.

"How. How did she know?"

"She's the evil genius, not me." The duo couldn't even be bothered to resume their previous activities. Jinora had shocked them into a awe-like stupor.