Legend of Korra belongs to Bryke and Nick.
"Assssssssammmiiiiiii!" The heiress sighed deeply, covering her face with her book as she lounged on her bed. The twenty-seven year old began to seriously question why she loved Korra. "Assssaaaamiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii." Why did she put up with her? Honestly? The young business tycoon rolled out of bed reluctantly, groaning. She took a deep breath before opening the door to her substantial bedroom, well, her and Korra's bedroom now.
"Whatever it is you want you better reconsider-." Asami had managed to prepare a great speech with which to berate Korra only to be silenced by very warm, wet, and eager lips. The Avatar had a death grip around her neck and waist, having crushed their bodies as close as possible. Asami found herself backed into the room rather quickly and surprisingly, not to the large, ridiculously comfortable bed, but to the nearest wall. Her head cracked almost painfully against it. At the impact, the taller woman broke the kiss, but Korra was undeterred, moving her attention to her pale neck.
"Mmm." The waterbender was clearly enjoying herself while her girlfriend took the chance to gulp in some much needed air. The shock of the kiss hadn't helped matters. After several deep breathes however, Asami noticed something rather unpleasant, her brow and nose crinkling. The now disgruntled engineer took hold of the occupied girl's jaw and jerked her up so they could look each other in the eyes. Korra had managed to undo Asami's jacket and thoroughly dishevel the tunic she wore underneath. "What?" The bender's normally stunningly clear eyes were glazed, continuing to flicker from her girlfriend's eyes and mouth.
"Are you drunk?"
"No?"
"Where did you get alcohol?"
"Bumi." Asami sighed, running a hand backwards through her hair. Korra took the chance to attempt to resume their kissing, but was again rebuffed by her girlfriend. "Come on…"
"Korra, you're drunk."
"No, I'm not."
"You reek of alcohol."
"I'm drunk, not Korra." She leaned in again, managing to land a searing kiss, which Asami couldn't help but to reciprocate. The Avatar shifted, moving her arms to rest on the wall at the nonbender's ears, her hips pinning the mogul to the wall. This time, Korra managed to relieve the raven-haired girl of her jacket and tunic, leaving her in her bindings. When the drunk Avatar reached to remove her bindings, Asami pushed her girlfriend back, keeping her hands on her shoulders to hold her at bay.
"We can't, Korra."
"Why not?" The corresponding pout was both incredibly sexy and comical to the heiress.
"Because you're drunk."
"So?"
"I'd prefer you'd remember in the morning. And you're in no condition to actually be an active part-" Asami found herself cut off by the Avatar's lips yet again, but the waterbender was much more forceful this time, sending tremors down her girlfriend's spine. Before Asami could form a coherent thought to even consider pushing Korra away, the drunk bender had released her of her bindings and begun to lavish her attention on the newly exposed skin.
The heiress was struggling to think, Korra's hands and lips were everywhere. To make matters worse, she was just so warm and Asami was becoming less and less driven to push her away. The last few weeks had been rather chaotic. They had barely spoken. There certainly hadn't been any actual alone time. When she realized she was actually attempting to rationalize having sex with her drunk girlfriend, the nonbender took hold of the Avatar's shoulders and hauled her up, a considerable feat given her bulk. Korra had been working on ridding Asami of her pants. Before she could protest her change in position, the sober young woman kissed her hard and then released her. "No."
"I want you." Asami couldn't help but to pause as she gathered the clothing Korra had managed to remove, dressing as hastily as she could. Her and the drunk Avatar had begun a sort of dance around the room as Asami avoided seeking hands.
"I want you too, but no. When you're sober." The business magnate ducked under Korra's arm as she reached to remove her jacket. Normally able to counter such a move, the waterbender attempted and failed miserably at executing the takedown she had mastered while not intoxicated. Asami had been walking toward the bed when she heard the thunk that signaled the Avatar's defeat at the hands of her own limbs. She winced before spinning on her heels to retrieve her girlfriend, placing her arms around her shoulders. When she couldn't get enough leverage to lift what was essentially dead weight, she switched holds, placing one arm under her legs and the other around her back. This time, Korra helped, throwing her arms around Asami's neck and showering her face with kisses.
"Wow. You're strong. We're dating right?" The heiress nearly dropped the burly water bender out of surprise and mirth.
"You've been trying to undress me for nearly an hour and now is when you ask if we're dating?" Asami could only shake her head and laugh as Korra responded with a nod, her eyes wide as if the taller woman was the one who was hopelessly confused.
"So we're dating right?" Asami had finally made it to the bed, placing the inebriated Avatar upon it. The bender was so preoccupied with her queries that she didn't bother trying to pull her on to the bed, though the attempt would have been unnecessary. Well acquainted with hang overs and drunk escapades, the young tycoon pulled a ready-made remedy from the bedside cabinet, placing the bottle with ominous looking, dark liquid inside on top of the table before climbing on to the bed. Her book lay long forgotten.
"I'd like to think we're not just dating, but yes, Korra."
"So you're my girlfriend?" Surprisingly, the drunk twenty-five year old had yet to move toward Asami.
"Yes."
"Wow. I'm lucky. You're so pretty. And strong." The heiress had to hold back a snort.
"Don't forget smart."
"And smart."
"Why can't you realize these things when you're not drunk?"
"I'm drunk and I know I call you pretty. A lot." Asami burst out laughing, holding her stomach.
"I'll accept that." She turned, propping her head up on her elbow as she faced the waterbender who momentarily appeared entranced by the canopy above them. "Korra, why were you drinking with Bumi?"
"I wasn't drinking with Bumi," she continued before the raven haired industrialist could protest, "I was drinking alone. In the den." That explained how the Avatar managed to get home unharmed, she had never left. She had meant she drank the alcohol Bumi had left them as a "housewarming" gift.
"Why?"
"Because I missed you."
"I've been here all day." Asami shifted closer, tucking a lock of hair behind Korra's ear.
"But you hadn't come out so I thought you didn't want to see me." Tears were welling behind glazed eyes, causing the nonbender to settle against the pillows and open her arms. She hadn't even opened her mouth to say "come here" before the Avatar practically jumped on her. Warm, stocky arms wound their way around Asami's neck, nearly tight enough to strangle.
"We live together, Korra. Of course I want to see you. I didn't know you were home, otherwise I would have come out."
"So you still love me?" The confined mogul managed to wiggle free enough to tilt her girlfriend's head up with a touch at the chin and place a short, soft kiss on her lips.
"Yes, I still love you." Her eyes narrowed as the Avatar released her to sit up on her knees, her eyes lit with mischief.
"So-"
"We're not having sex. Your options are cuddling or nothing." Korra sighed, settling back on to Asami's chest with a pout, tangling their legs together. "You could act a bit happier about it."
"You're so pretty." The waterbender had been staring at Asami's face for quite some time before she spoke.
"Flattery will get you nowhere." The heiress smiled as she spoke, despite her words, pulling her girlfriend a bit closer. Korra beamed, snuggling further into the pale woman's form. Her hands wandered here and there but Asami was content so long as she was avoiding a full assault like earlier.
"Am I pretty?"
"Yes, you're very pretty." Though thoroughly amused, Asami carefully concealed her cheer so as not to upset her apparently rather fragile drunk girlfriend.
"We're pretty."
"Yes." Seemingly pleased with the answers she had received, Korra settled down again, her head resting on the taller woman's chest. Her arms were now around Asami's waist, having halted in their exploration. The nonbender was nearly asleep when the Avatar spoke up again. Asami glanced at her clock but was unsure of how much time had passed. Regardless, it was a feat for sober Korra to remain silent and still for any length of time, with drunk Korra it was a near miracle.
"Can we have sex yet?"
"I've answered this question at least three times."
"No, you've just said no. I've only asked this time. And that wasn't an answer."
"Guess."
"I'm gonna go with yes."
"No."
"Asamiiii…"
"Whining is very unattractive."
"But I'm pretty." Asami sighed, her head hitting the pillows from where she had craned her neck to speak to Korra. The trials and tribulations of the drunk Avatar were not yet over. "Are we ever going to have sex again?"
"Not if you keep asking." That quickly silenced Korra, much to the heiress' pleasure. Her victory was short lived however. The waterbender popped up suddenly, nearly breaking Asami's jaw and dislocating a few joints from the force of the movement.
"What if you get drunk! Then we can have sex."
"Your logic astounds me."
"C'mon!"
"You're telling me you want to liquor me up so we can have sex." The Avatar nodded vigorously.
"You get points for honesty but no."
"It's almost like you don't want to have sex." Korra returned to her place on top of Asami, tucking her head in the crook of her neck, her arms wrapped around her middle.
"You're beginning to catch on." Asami waited several minutes before relaxing and closing her eyes, her hands resting on her girlfriend's back. Though apparently a chatterbox, Korra was a rather nice blanket. She was awfully warm, which was a gift to the perpetually cold businesswoman. She also enjoyed the weight of the Avatar on top of her. It was comforting. Somehow, she managed to fall asleep before her drunk girlfriend could disturb her again.
The next morning, in a word, was unpleasant. Asami awoke to the waterbender sprawled across her in a very uncomfortable position. Her substantial weight was no longer cozy. The heiress could feel her ribs buckling.
"Korra-"
"Asami stop yelling." Unsurprisingly, the Avatar had the hang over of the century, her voice hoarse and nearly inaudible. She was clutching her head as if it were about to explode.
"Please get off of me. My bones are breaking." She shifted off of her, muttering what sounded like "rude" and "toothpick" under her breath. Asami gathered that the suffering bender had not been awake long. The remedy on the night stand was untouched. She reached over the prone and moaning woman, grabbing the bottle and sloshing it above Korra's head, rousing her to look up. She yanked the bottle out of Asami's hand and sat up, chugging nearly half the bottle before handing it back. She slumped back on to the bed, muttering what the heiress assumed was a deep, heartfelt thank you.
"I take it you don't want to have sex just quite yet." Korra groaned in embarrassment, covering her face as Asami chuckled as quietly as possible. "We'll have to add 'handsy drunk' to the long list of descriptions attached to your Avatar title." She easily dodged the pillow thrown her way, grinning. "I'm actually surprised you remember. I would have figured you were black out drunk after you suggested that I get drunk so we could have sex." She dodged a very weak and poorly aimed punch. "You were awfully insistent last night. Are you sure you don't want to have sex?"
"I am never drinking again."