AN: This was commissioned by Kara! If you want to commission something from me, please PM me!
The Satophone
It was a rather normal day. Breakfast was normal enough, and after the whole business with the Spirit Portal taking up permanent residence in the middle of Republic City, the Avatar and her fiance were free to be with each other, and be left to their own devices in peace. So they had moved into the Sato Mansion, refurbished and renovated to keep up with the ever accelerating times.
Future Industries had been completely revamped too - being turned into Sato Industries, and the whole company had been expanding at a rate that Asami could almost barely keep up with. It was incredible, she had even been asking Korra to help her with many designs for new Satomobiles. Korra's designs still harkened back to the reason Asami loved her so much - her slightly puckish rogue-like and often younger nature. She had an element of childishness at her heart, and it was so attractive, even after three years of living with and loving her every single day. Asami would not change her Avatar one bit. She loved Korra through every single fibre of her being. But having to split time between the ever growing conglomerate that Sato Industries was becoming and then the amazing Avatar Korra was not something that Asami enjoyed or wanted to keep doing.
This was how Asami had finally made her breakthrough with a new product prototype that was going to completely change the entire world.
Thus far, telephones had barely even scratched the surface on what exactly long range communication could be or become. They were crude and had to be connected to landline the entire time. They were cumbersome and stationary, and while the Republic City Telecomm Institute under President Raikou had been progressively surrounding the city with better phone lines. And while they had been inhabiting the city with more and more stationary pay phone booths for emergency calls or calls on the go. Still there remained nothing really good or small enough to carry around at all times, for one to make calls to whomever they needed to or wanted to.
First came the theory behind how they would be able to make a small and portable device that operated on a completely different plane of systems to both the wireless radio and the telephone. While the wireless used radio waves and the telephone connected to an ever expanding landline system, Sato Industries needed some new sciences.
That was exactly what Asami and Varrick had developed. Half way through his research in magnetism, along with some finer forms of airbending, as Jinora was even starting to loan her intelligence to Asami, along with the theory behind the wireless and their radio waves.
"Microwaves!" Varrick had burst out to her one day, causing a lot of confusion and much explaining, it took hours to eventually whittle down it all down to something that even the marketing team could understand. "Basically there's another set of waves all around us like the radio waves we use for our wireless radios. Now, with my detection method, patented by Sato Industries, we can measure these microwaves and thus adapt technology to better utilise them as means of communication for a new line of telephones!" He had told them all, leading the way for Asami to come in with the prototype itself.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of Republic City, I'm very proud to reveal Sato Industries' new, killer product that will surely revolutionise the way we communicate." Asami was listening to her own voice over the wireless now, from the main office of her new skyscraper. The only one in the newly refitted Business Quarter of Republic City. "Now, this new product is still in the early stages of development, and will still require a lot of testing by our telecom department. But it is sure to really change how we talk to each other." She had spoken.
Asami, meanwhile, in her office overlooking the public relations and customer support for the new plethora of Satomobile lines, put her head in her hands. "Do I really sound like that now?" She asked herself as she listened to the grand speech she had given outside at the foot of the building. The words she was using made her sound stiff, and void. She sounded old and pompous, like her father in many ways. The bouncy sound of her femme fatale young adventurous voice was flattened and held down with the overbearing vocabulary of business and hype. She was crafting hype and demand purely to drive a spike in sales and points of approval city wide. But Sato Industries was crushing it nowadays.
Their profits were through the roof and prospects had never looked higher. Construction, refurbishment, motor vehicles, air vehicles, and now telecom. Sato Industries was expanding to stick all of its fingers in every pie of business it could. And Asami could feel herself slipping away to slave driver of all men and women that was Capitalism.
She yearned for the Imperialism that still remained in the Fire Nation. Or the Isolationism of the Southern Water Tribe. Or even the Spiritualism of the Northern Water Tribe. Anything but the increasing Capitalist Democracy of Republic City. It was becoming tiresome.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... Allow me to introduce you, to the testing version, of the Satophone. The world's first possible, portable and carryable Telephone. Now Mister Varrick will take your questions."
The world's first portable telephone, and it was as small as a writing pad. Absolutely incredible.
"Miss Sato?" The assistant called from the door, bringing Asami out of her trance and small delusion of the melancholy need to leave the City. Her assistant was there looking a little surprised, but a surprise was better than self-destruction. Asami needed some surprise, anything to distract her today as the Satophone dominated the news, and therefore her too.
"Suzie? What is it?" Asami asked, a little incredulously.
But her assistant smiled after Asami's response, giving her a small feeling of warmth in her heart. "Miss Sato, your fiancee is here," Suzee reported and left the doorway for Korra to saunter in.
Asami was almost in tears getting up from her desk to pedal right into her lover's strong arms, moving into her usual warm embrace. She needed this, needed Korra's strong and loving arms around her, needed her warmth and her soothing body close to hers. She needed Korra around her to free her mind from the chains or corporate business and world-moving technological marvels. And hell, did it feel good to have those strong arms around her, to feel Korra's warmth surrounding her. It felt like pure bliss so blessed, it was angelic.
"I've missed you all damn morning..." Asami almost wept. They kissed lovingly and Korra smiled, her usual goofy smile, the one that revealed her gleaming teeth. The shimmering sunlight reflecting in her warm water-blue eyes. Like little ponds mesmerising in her beautiful tanned flesh.
Korra's smile lit up the whole room, it was a beacon of beautiful ecstasy that made Asami feel not only revitalised from the painful morning of appearances and speeches but also made her feel a little more whole again. Korra was her rock, her bed, her mat and her everything. The centre of the whole damn universe to Asami, and just seeing her unexpectedly was such an amazing occurrence it sent mild shivers all over her body. It was such a rush.
Asami felt slightly accelerated, her blood tingling all over her body.
"I missed you too. I heard your speech on the wireless with Ikki, Lin and Aunt Kya back at the mansion. It sounds incredible. You did such a good job, babe." Korra smiled, hugging her fiance once again with an embrace of congratulations.
It made the tall business woman feel even better. "Well, there's even better news. We have two prototypes now, and I wanna ask you if you'll test them with me." Asami told her tanned Avatar, gutting right to a point as she took both the small devices from the desk.
They looked like just metal slabs, only smaller than bricks but keeping many of the same dimensions. Rectangular with a number bad of buttons, and a small sequence of holes at the top and bottom. There were more holes at the top, for the speaker, with only four at the bottom for the small microphone. The rest of the thing must have been to house the microwave transponder and receiver, and then the circuitry needed to make the call - standard computing for a telephone.
And yet they were so small. Smaller than Korra had expected, it was relatively tiny. One could make about four telephones from these smaller Satophones.
"Are you really gonna release them as 'Satophones', hon?" Korra asked, pulling a face with her expressive eyebrows. She found the name a little strange, not befitting for the device. "I mean, it's a little weird right? I'm not the only one who thinks this? It'd be like people talking to Sato," Korra giggled.
Asami smiled and leaned back on her desk. "What else would you call them? Oh, wise and benevolent Avatar." The suave and sophisticated business woman asked, folding her legs and giving her torso a flicker of sleek expression. She was flirting merely with her entire body. Her sensual and beautiful body.
Korra wanted to kiss her once again. She leaned into her partner, planting her strong palms on the edge of the desk as she lowered herself onto Asami. They both fell back a little, fully onto the desk, as Korra, bold and brave kissed her lover on her neck, pressing their chests together and slotting their legs into one another. Asami giggled and held her girlfriend's face, looking into her mellow and loving eyes.
Her eyes. They were like glowing orbs of lapis lazuli in the midnight sky. Gleaming pebbles of bright blue to guide Asami back to her lover's arms. "I love your eyes, Korra. Your eyes are so stunning." Asami told her, holding her close, her arms sliding down the ripped Avatar's back, holding her.
Korra hesitated a second, fully taking in just how gorgeous her girlfriend was. Her own lime green eyes, her beautiful raven locks of free flowing hair. Her lips. Asami's lips were the pinnacle of perfection, the textbook definition of sublime. Her lips were plump, red with a lush stick, glowing in the light, they were like soft clouds or candy with a slight pop from her flavour of cherry. Even without lipstick over them, Asami tasted like cherry, everywhere around her body, as if she had been soaked in it every day and the fruit texture overran her pores. It was enough to send one wild with lust.
"I love you, Asami. I love you so much."
"I love you too Korra. Damn it, I love you so fucking much too, Korra." Asami said hastily and full of desire pushed her lips into Korra's and taking her in a full blown make out session.
That lasted a whole thirty seconds. For it to be interrupted by Suzee again with some men at her back. "Miss Sato, board meeting vast approaching. They want to see the new Satophone." She reported, signalling the end of Asami's lush rendezvous with her loving hunk of Avatar.
Deflated, the businesswoman got up from the desk, straightened herself and then turned back to Korra, holding her hand like a child who didn't want to leave at all. "Well, duty calls, take this." She said, pushing one of the prototypes into Korra's hand. Then she whispered, kissing Korra's cheek and then pushing her mouth to the Avatar's ear. "We can continue this later, with a test if you'd like," she whispered sultrily into her tanned lover's ear.
Korra's magnificent eyes popped as if she were a cat, interests peaked by a curiosity. That curiosity was what she and Asami could possibly be done by 'testing' the new Satophone. Korra was still not a massive fan of the name. But she didn't mind at all putting her lips to the lower half of a Sato...
It was a few hours before it happened. Korra had managed to get back to the mansion and Ikki, Kya and Lin had all left, all three of them back to Air Temple Island. Kya and Lin always stopped there before heading back to Lin's grand and spacious apartment in the lush Downtown Republic City. Where all the new casinos and attractions were being erected as a tourist centre of the United Republic. Lin hated it - Kya loved it. Loved living there.
Korra took a break, retiring to the master bedroom, making the bed from the morning and then laying on it, her feet bare and her water tribe belt furs scattered over the floor. She sat in her vest and her underwear, casual as anything and with the Satophone on the bedside table.
Then it rang.
"Asami?" Korra asked, after figuring out to hit the one button that had no number on it but a telephone symbol. There was no reply at first, only the small and faint humming of something, probably the traffic outside the Sato Tower. (Everything had been Sato branded now, against Asami's choice as well)
"What are you wearing right now?" Came Asami's hot and bereft voice down the line, crystal clear as well. The first thought that came to Korra was that Varrick's theory about the use of microwaves had struck gold, platinum and an abundance of mental minerals all at once. She could hear the need and lust in her girlfriend's heated voice.
But then she was dumbstruck. She had no idea what to say. What were they even doing? What did Asami want to do? "Are you feeling okay, babe?" Korra asked, counter to her girlfriend's heated tone.
"Korra!" Asami moaned in disappointment.
"What?" Korra asked incredulously.
"Babe, it's phone sex? I asked you what you were wearing? You're meant to tell me that you're either taking it all off or that you're already naked. Come on, babe, have phone sex with me." Asami begged a little, sounding so wound up and needing more of her Korra she sounded almost deathly sad.
Korra focused, putting the Satophone between her cheek and shoulder as she pulled down the hem of her underwear. "Okay, babe, let's do this. Ask me again, Asami." Korra asked of her lover, ready to strip her lower half.
"Alright, tell me, what are you wearing?" Asami asked again, slipping right back into her state of lust and heated desire. Her breath even sounded moist through the clarity of the Satophone's receiver into her ear. It was like Asami was right next to her. What made this even better, and questionably more sexy, was that they were completely alone, the only two people in the world using these devices and hidden on their own line of microwaves.
Their sexy little conversation hidden from the whole world. It was invigorating.
"Well, I was just laying in my undies... But it looks like they're gone." Korra moaned a little, getting into this excitable mood herself. This was amazing, and she was already loving it. "Now I'm just laying in my top, and nothing else." She told her lover.
Asami groaned a little, on the other line she slipped her own hand down her pants, into her panties to rub at her already wet folds, thinking of Korra lying alone in nothing but her bright blue top. The image of Korra's shaved and tanned silk came into her head. It made her all the wetter as she touched herself.
Korra had no idea where Asami was. If she was in her office, touching herself under the desk or in her car. She didn't know and that made it all the better for her.
"Are you touching yourself?" Korra asked, feeling warmer and warmer the more she heard her significant other moan and whimper into the Satophone.
"Just the image of you in just your top is making me wet, Korra. Thinking of your folds with nothing to cover them... I just wanna bury my face in them..." Asami moaned a little more down the line.
Korra smiled her toothy grin and slid her own hand down herself until it came to her own silk. She spread her legs and touched herself neatly, rubbing the nimble nub of her clitoris and making her whole body sing. "Fuck... You're making me so wet, Asami... I'm gonna have to-"
"Touch yourself? Fuck I wish they were my fingers there, Korra... Touching you there, kissing my way along your thigh until I could taste you there..." Asami moaned, dipping two of her fingers into herself and rubbing as her fingers curled into her wet folds. "Finger yourself Korra... Do it for me, shit you're so hot. I wish we could have had more time in the office..."
Korra slipped her own fingers into herself, rubbing gently on the inside and making her inner walls hum with delight as she touched herself. The image of Asami doing the same to herself made the smaller and tanned Avatar hot with need. A need for Asami again, to have her here, and to make sweet love with her in the sheets. Korra wanted to be naked, for both of them to be naked. She wanted to kiss her way all over her partner, to kiss the luscious lumps of her breasts and slip her hand between Asami's legs and make her sing with elated moans of pure euphoria. That was what was surrounding her new, a feeling of immense euphoria that made her limbs tingle and her body grow warm and fluid. She felt like the water she could bend.
"I wish I could have fucked you on that desk, Asami. I wanted to strip you naked and suck n those amazing boobs." Korra moaned as she fingered her folds some more, the wetness growing more abundant all around her silk, spreading onto the bed when she took her fingers out. "Fuck I wish you were here, babe. I want to fuck you so badly right now."
Asami had grown a little quiet for a moment, but now she sounded louder, while slightly muffled. Until the door to the master bedroom slid open to reveal the alluring Asami Sato in nothing but her stockings and a ribbon around her breasts.
"Well, now you can. I hope you don't mind, babe. I picked you up a little present from work. Wanna open it up?" Asami asked, giggling almost. Korra exploded, reaching orgasm right in front of her naked girlfriend, detonating at seeing how she looked.
It took several seconds to collect herself, but Korra grinned, kneeling her way to end of the bed and taking her wrapped up girlfriend in her arms. "You bet because I think we're gonna have a tournament tonight..."
"Multiple rounds?" Asami asked, tossing the other Satophone onto the bed.
Korra kissed her girlfriend's chest and pulled the ribbon from her breasts with her teeth. "Let's start with the Heats. And hope we both make it to the Finals..."