This was written and drawn in celebration of Korrasami's official one year anniversary. December 19th, 2014 was such a special day for all of us, and 2dshepard and I wanted to give back to our fellow LoK fans. n_n

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Warnings for Part One: Loud sex, explicit vanilla sexual content. (This part stands alone and is a-ok for people who aren't super into my strap-on stories).

Warnings for Part Two: The SatoCock makes an appearance for the rest of you thirsty bitches, and even MORE loud sex (in a special steam bath).

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Definition Of Bravery

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Asami huddled against Korra's side, holding her mittened hand tight as they strolled through the square. The sun had set, but the Glacier Spirits Festival was in full swing. Laughing children darted between the colorful booths, clasping candy and prizes close to their chests and shoving each other into snowbanks. A few enthusiastic adults joined them, while others murmured over intricate ice sculptures. Once in awhile, everyone looked up and stared at the sky. Glowing green ribbons wove through the darkness, vibrant enough to shine above the torchlight.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Asami sighed, giving Korra a soft, half-lidded look. They had spent the entire day together, and despite the festival's high-energy atmosphere, Korra's company was relaxing. "I'm glad we decided to come. The past few months have been so busy, I've barely had time to catch my breath."

Korra squeezed her hand, then linked their arms together. "Yeah. We needed another vacation. I don't think we've taken a break like this since our trip to the Spirit World."

Despite the cold, Asami's cheeks flushed. She could recall the trip in vivid detail a year later, and she knew it would stay one of her favorite memories forever. "Well, we could go again after the festival ends. The southern portal's only a short ride away." She scanned the crowd, then leaned in beside Korra's ear. "And it's more private than the palace."

"Hey, the palace is plenty private," Korra huffed. "It has six floors. We've got our own suite. Oh, what's over there?"

A small crowd had gathered around the cotton candy booth, and Asami only hesitated for a moment before tugging Korra in the opposite direction. She knew her lover's weaknesses. "Food you shouldn't have. You already ate dinner at the feast."

Korra shrugged, offering an unrepentant grin. "Bending burns calories. A girl's gotta eat."

Asami resisted the temptation to make a smart comment. She and Korra hadn't done that in almost a week, despite her frequent invitations. Korra was usually happy to meet her every need, but their vacation so far had been disappointingly chaste. Although Tonraq and Senna had known about their relationship almost from the start, Korra was still shy about public displays of affection. She often slipped her hand free when her parents approached, and she never stood too close.

It was such a contrast to her old brash, take-it-or-leave-it attitude that Asami had assumed something was wrong until Korra had reassured her. 'It wasn't like this with Mako,' Korra had admitted under gentle questioning. 'Maybe the past few years changed me. I'm proud of our relationship, but I don't like being the center of attention the way I used to. It's not you, I promise. This is my problem, and I'm gonna fix it. Just give me a little time.'

Asami had done her best to take the explanation at face-value. It was true that Korra had been quieter and more introspective since returning to Republic City a year ago, and not just with her. The fact that Korra was cuddling up to her was promising progress, but she prepared herself for disappointment. If Tonraq and Senna passed by, or anyone else happened to stare too long, Korra would probably put some distance between them.

"So, what should we do now?" Korra asked, recapturing her attention. "Start a fire? Midnight snack raid?" A sly smirk spread across her face. "Snowbomb people coming in from up on the balcony?"

Asami thought about it. The fire sounded nice, but she had already eaten, and it would take at least two servings of sake before she felt mischievous enough to snowbomb any Water Tribe dignitaries. "Maybe if we spot Desna and Eska..." She leaned in again, tucking a lock of Korra's choppy hair into its proper place. "But I was thinking the two of us could go to bed early and keep each other company."

The embarrassed heat radiating from Korra's face was palpable. "Uh, when you say go to bed..."

They stopped on the wide front steps, and Asami cupped Korra's chin before she could glance around like a nervous animal. "I don't mean for sleeping."

Knowing she was trapped, but not objecting too much to her capture, Korra laughed. "Asami Sato, you're insatiable. Are you coming on to me?"

"Not bluntly enough if you have to ask," Asami drawled. "And since you're throwing that word around, I think you're insatiable. I had to invent a brand new sex toy to keep you satisfied."

Korra's forehead puckered up, and her lower lip threatened to push out in a pout. "Hey, who's really insatiable, huh? The one who wanted the sex toy, or the one who spent weeks designing it?"

Asami cast a sidelong look at a large group of people approaching the steps. "Are you sure you want to have this conversation in public?" As she expected, Korra took a step back. Her expression screamed embarrassment, and Asami tried not to be hurt. This isn't about you, she reminded herself, exchanging nods with the strangers as they passed. It's about Korra, and she's trying to work on it.

Once they were alone, Korra's startled look turned to one of guilt. She hung her head, sighing with sadness instead of relief. "I'm sorry. There wasn't any reason for me to do that."

"It's okay," Asami said. "It feels like we've been dating forever, but I know in some ways, this is still new." She reached out for Korra's hand again, pleased when the offer wasn't rejected. "Why don't we go in? You can make it up to me. In private."

Korra smiled weakly and squeezed her fingers. "Deal. But you have to promise you'll be quiet. No shouting the roof down like you do at home."

"Isn't that a bit hypocritical? You're just as loud as..." A wicked thought tugged at Asami's mind, taking root and beginning to grow. "... I am..." She eyed Korra as a plan began to take shape. Perhaps she had a mischievous streak in her after all. "All right, I promise to be quiet."

Instead of accepting, Korra gave her a suspicious look. "Why are you acting like you're about to do something sneaky?"

"I'm not," Asami lied, tugging Korra toward the giant double doors. "Cross my heart."

Korra didn't seem satisfied, but she allowed herself to be led inside. "I'm going to figure out what you're up to," she said as they crossed the entrance hall. Despite the group they had run into earlier, it was mostly abandoned. Most of the city was outside enjoying the festival, and everyone else was sleeping off dinner.

"I'm not up to anything. Just thinking about how I want my apology..."

After scanning the area for observers, Asami curled her fingers around Korra's neck. After checking to make sure the closeness was welcome, she brought their lips together. It did more to warm her up than stepping inside. A year since their first, Korra's kisses still had the power to melt her. To her delight, Korra didn't pull back, or even remain passive. She returned the kiss, deepening it into a hot, slow, sticky mess.

By the time they broke apart for air, Asami knew her lips were swollen from more than the cold. "How was that?" Korra panted, only an inch away.

"It's a start." Asami's cheeks ached from smiling, but she didn't mind. Her earlier hurt was becoming a distant memory. "But I think you can do better."

They snuck up the stairs together, ducking into shadows and around corners to continue their string of kisses. Korra remained skittish, but Asami managed to maneuver her against a wall on the second floor landing without too much trouble. She held Korra's face, capturing her lips until their lungs burned. The heat of her mouth was incredible, and Asami hummed in surprise and pleasure when Korra sucked teasingly at her tongue.

"I thought you were afraid of getting caught?" She tugged Korra's fur-lined collar aside, latching on to a tender place beneath her jawline.

"I—I was... I am... Ooh, Asami..." Korra's eyes fluttered shut, and Asami decided to take it as a sign of success. She trailed along the column of Korra's throat, only pausing at her hammering pulse point. "But then you do that, and I... ugh. This is your fault."

Asami was more than happy to accept the blame, especially if it meant she could keep going. She waited to see if Korra wanted to stop before slipping a hand under the hem of her parka. It hardly took any searching to find bare skin. Korra radiated enough warmth to soak through the material of her glove. "You didn't layer up much, did you? Not that I mind..."

Korra stiffened at the first brush of her fingers. "Maybe you should continue that thought in our room."

"Are you sure you can handle three more flights of stairs?" she purred into the crook of Korra's neck. "You look like you can barely stand."

"I, uhhmm..." Whatever answer Korra might have given trailed off when Asami trapped the lobe of her ear. She tugged it with her teeth, careful to bite lightly and use plenty of hot breath. "D—don't do that yet. I... I think I'm gonna pass out."

Reluctantly, Asami stepped back to give Korra some room. "It's only been a week. Are you really that worked up?"

Korra shook herself, straightening her clothes. "You'd be worked up too if your beautiful girlfriend pinned you against a wall and started making out with you."

"That wasn't making out," she promised, offering a steady hand. Having Korra trip over herself in her dazed state was only flattering in theory. "Making out is what we're going to do once we get upstairs." Korra started to sway, and Asami decided an arm around the waist was the way to go. "If we actually make it upstairs."

They did, although not without a few delays. Things got carried away somewhere between the fourth and fifth floors, and they were still kissing when they made it to their room. It wasn't until Korra's back was pressed against the door that she seemed to realize where they were and what they were doing. "Wait," she whispered, tensing up and aiming a nervous glance across the hall. "My parents. They could've come in early..."

Asami sighed. She was grateful for the hospitality, but she wished Tonraq and Senna had placed them a little further from the master bedroom. "I'm pretty sure we're the only ones here." She cradled Korra's cheek, tracing it with the pad of her thumb. "We can be as loud as we want."

"Please, don't," Korra pleaded. "Bite the pillow if you have to. Or me. Just keep it down, or I'll never be able to look at them again."

"I won't make a peep," Asami promised, trying her best to sound convincing. She opened the door, and they both stumbled through it.

She began tearing at her clothes as soon as they were alone. Normally, she liked letting Korra do the honors, but she was far too impatient to wait. While she shrugged out of her coat, Korra lit the fire, which did nothing to stop her visible shivering. "You could have asked me to warm you up," Asami teased while she peeled away her top.

Korra beamed at the offer. She pulled off her parka, and the toned strip of skin she accidentally revealed when her shirt rode up was impossible for Asami to resist. Korra's muscles had always been her downfall. She hurried to remove her gloves as well and reached out to touch them. Korra's bare flesh burned beneath her palms, and she couldn't drink in enough of it. "Or maybe you should help warm me up instead..."

The rest of their clothes disappeared rapidly, falling to the floor as they traded hungry kisses. Asami knew she had scored a victory when Korra moaned into her mouth and fisted a handful of her hair to keep her close. She allowed the eager gesture, but began walking Korra backwards, unfastening the knot at the front of her pants and letting her fur-lined skirt flutter to the floor. "Bed," she said in a low voice, steering Korra toward the mattress. Korra continued staring at her with cloudy blue eyes, lips parted for another kiss, and so she explained further. "In another minute, you won't be able to stand."

She was right. Their next kiss made Korra's knees buckle, and she collapsed when her calves hit the edge of the bed. Asami took a moment to admire Korra's breasts as she struggled to sit up, lingering on the tight brown nipples that capped them. "Everything else too," she ordered. "A week's too long to go without seeing you naked." Korra's loose pants were only part-way down, and she hadn't even started on her underwear. That was unacceptable.

Korra blinked. It took her a second to process the command, but once she did, she obeyed immediately. While she kicked off her boots, Asami removed her camisole. Korra's fumbling fingers hadn't quite been able to manage it. Once it fell away, she pulled her hair up, tying it into a messy ponytail with the band she kept around her wrist. She had plans, and she didn't want anything to interrupt them.

A soft whine let her know that Korra had noticed. "You put your hair up," she said, chewing at her lower lip. "Not fair."

"You took your shirt off." Asami stared at the bunched muscles of Korra's

abdomen. Even while she was sitting, they stood out beneath her skin. "I think we're even."

"But..."

Asami made quick work of her remaining clothes. They suddenly felt constricting, and she would need easy access once she put her plan into motion. "I'm being practical." She dropped to her knees, stroking Korra's tense thighs. "Besides, you're going to need something to hold onto."

"You mean... Oh Spirits," Korra muttered.

"You said I couldn't scream..." Asami's gaze trailed lower, past the muscles she loved so much until she landed on her real goal. Korra's outer lips were already swollen, and the inner ones glistened with wetness. The sight was so tempting that she had to restrain herself from dipping down for a proper taste. "I can't make any noise while my mouth is busy."

Korra didn't, or couldn't, say anything. She just gripped the edge of the bed and opened her legs wider.

Even though everything she wanted was spread out before her, Asami took her time getting there. After waiting an entire week, she wasn't in the mood to rush. She kissed her way up along Korra's right thigh, testing the different kinds of reactions she could cause. Light kisses made Korra quiver, and using her tongue coaxed out sharp, barely-stifled gasps. When she sank her teeth in, Korra squirmed and started laughing. "St—ahh... stop! That tickles."

"Hmm?" Asami let go, replacing the bite with the edges of her nails. "What about this?" She raked them down, earning a delighted hiss of surprise.

Korra's hips pumped against the empty air and a shudder ran through her. "No. That, um... that didn't tickle. But if you're trying to torture me..."

Asami gazed up at Korra with half-lidded eyes, batting her lashes. "I haven't even started torturing you yet."

She bowed her head before Korra could plead for mercy, picking up right where she had left off. The higher she travelled, the wetter her kisses became and the longer they lasted. When she finally reached her destination, Korra was fisting the sheets and struggling not to move. Her heavy breathing broke with soft whimpers, and Asami smiled in triumph. She still hadn't gotten the specific sound she was waiting for, but she had a feeling it wouldn't take long. "Remember to be quiet," she murmured just before she sucked the stiff bud of Korra's clit.

That almost caused the shout she was after. Korra went rigid, and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Asami swelled with pride. If two seconds of contact could transform Korra's face that much, she knew it was only a matter of time. She began using flat, broad strokes to start with, covering everything she could without releasing her prize. It would be the easiest thing in the world to push Korra over the edge early, but then she might not get what she wanted. I've already got her this worked up. It would be a shame to waste the opportunity.

Soon, slickness coated her chin. Korra's clit pounded in the seal of her lips, and she drew it deeper, painting circles over the tip. "Shit, Asami..." The words were almost a whisper, but the desperation in them was obvious. Asami pressed harder, and caught Korra clutching the edge of the bed for dear life. "You're gonna... gonna make me come already..."

As long as you scream when you do it. Shy Korra was cute for a while, but I need to hear how much you want me.

When the rocking of Korra's hips became a little too erratic, Asami moved down. Korra's taste hit her tongue, stronger than before, and she made it her mission to gather more. Thankfully, there was plenty for her to enjoy. She circled Korra's entrance, teasing a little before she pushed forward. A rush of wetness greeted her, and she groaned in approval.

The slight vibration had Korra bucking. Asamie did her best to keep up, but she would have slipped if Korra hadn't grasped the back of her head with both hands. The grip on her hair was a little too hard, but she didn't care. I knew you'd need something to hold onto. She increased her speed, ignoring the ache in her jaw and pushing as far as possible. It didn't get Korra to shout, but it made her hips jerk. Her muscles fluttered, and she arched off the mattress, freezing in place.

Right away, Asami knew she had gone too far. Sweetness spilled over her lips, running into her mouth and covering the lower half of her face, but it wasn't accompanied by a scream. Somehow, through sheer force of will, or perhaps because she was overwhelmed, Korra was keeping quiet. She returned to the twitching bud of Korra's clit, swirling her tongue around it, but it was already too late. Korra rode out the waves of her release in total silence, trembling violently enough to rock the bed without making a single sound.

Finally, Korra finished coming, dragging in ragged breaths with each aftershock that rippled through her. When she spoke, it was in a wavering voice, one word at a time. "Asami. Fuck. Your mouth..."

Asami looked up into Korra's beautiful blue eyes, still hazy with desire. She looked back down between Korra's legs, where her lips pouted open. Her clit was thick and swollen beneath its hood, and she was still shimmering with wetness. Asami's gaze narrowed in determination. She hadn't pulled her hair back for nothing, and she wasn't going to stop until she earned the scream she had been working for. She brought her right hand beneath her chin, bringing two fingers to Korra's entrance.

"Wait, it's supposed to be your t—uhh!" Korra never got the rest of her sentence out. Asami made sure of it by hooking forward. When she found the spot she was looking for, Korra squeezed down and started shaking all over. Her stomach clenched, but before her hips could start thrusting, Asami sucked her clit back in and formed a seal. She doubled her efforts, curling her fingers until the tendons in her wrist burned and lashing lightning-quick with her tongue.

Her goal was to be overwhelming, and she succeeded spectacularly. Korra lost control. Her head tipped back, and a yell tore from her chest, loud enough to fill the entire room. Asami kept her fingers exactly where they were, applying as much pressure as she dared while she grazed her teeth over the shaft of Korra's clit. She had thought one good shout would satisfy her ego, but it wasn't nearly enough. She didn't let up, and soon, Korra was howling to the ceiling, completely lost in pleasure.

Korra's second orgasm didn't take her by surprise. She was prepared for the flood, and she let Korra's pulsing muscles pull her fingers deeper. The clutching tightness didn't give her much room to maneuver, but she tried her best to keep going, determined to draw every drop of pleasure from Korra's quaking body. Her efforts paid off. Instead of fading like the first, Korra's climax only seemed to grow stronger. She screamed until her voice cracked, and even then, she couldn't seem to stop.

The sound made Asami throb in sympathy. She was suddenly reminded of the ache between her own legs, one that had been steadily building without her notice while Korra was the sole focus of her attention. She slid her free hand down, whimpering when she discovered that her thighs were already covered in warm, slick trails. Taking Korra's shudders as proof that she deserved it, she searched for the pounding point of her clit, trapping it beneath slippery fingertips.

Her release crashed over her immediately. She let out a shout of her own, although Korra's heat muffled the noise. Wetness gushed between her fingers, pouring down her wrist with each ripple of her inner walls. Somewhere between contractions, Asami realized Korra hadn't stopped coming. Her abdominal muscles flexed, and although her desperate cries had become soft moans, she continued to twitch. "Asami, you're... that was..." she slurred, but Asami barely heard her. She was still a slave to the powerful shivers coursing through her body.

When her brain finally started working, she noticed the grip on her head was gone. Korra had fallen backwards onto the bed, and she was wearing a blissful look on her face. "Let me try that again. You're amazing, Asami."

Asami laughed and moved to brush aside her messy hair before realizing that both her hands were a mess. She blew away the strands clinging to her lips instead, feeling flushed and very pleased with herself. "Amazing, huh?" She wasn't usually one to brag, but making Korra come undone like that had to be one of her finest achievements—right up there with modernizing Central City Station. "Is that why you couldn't keep quiet?"

Instead of being embarrassed, Korra simply smiled and closed her eyes. "Mhmm. I feel way too good to care. C'mere. Cuddle with me until I get my second wind."

Asami's eyebrows arched with interest. "What are you going to do then?" she asked, hopping up onto the bed and slinging an arm around Korra's midsection.

Korra hummed, pretending to think about it. "Payback, Miss Sato. If the entire South Pole has to know we were having sex, I'm going to make damn sure they hear you, too."

"Are you sure you don't want any more seaweed noodles? We've got plenty left."

Asami waved away Senna's offer with a polite smile. "They were delicious, but no thanks. I'm still full from all that five flavor soup last night."

"Donh blame yoo," Korra said from around a full mouth. One of her cheeks was stuffed with crab, and even though they had only been eating for a few minutes, her plate was almost empty. "S'really guh."

Asami considered telling her to swallow before she continued talking, but fortunately, Senna beat her to it. "Korra, you know better than to talk while you're chewing. If it's that important, it can wait a few seconds."

She gulped dutifully, wiping her chin on her sleeve while Asami and Senna exchanged looks. Korra had many wonderful qualities, but her table manners left a lot to be desired. "So, what's the plan for lunch?" Korra asked, completely oblivious to their disapproval. "Because if there's any of this giant king crab left, I'm having it."

"Bending burns calories, right?" Asami teased, offering Korra's usual excuse. "But are you sure you should be thinking about lunch before you've even finished breakfast?"

"It's not my fault," Korra protested. "I usually have to go all the way up to the Northern Water Tribe to get giant king crab. Guess the creepy cousins are good for something, huh?"

As if her statement had summoned them, two hunched figures appeared in the kitchen doorway, draped in identical blue robes and wearing equally identical scowls. Asami nudged Korra's arm to warn her, almost dislodging the next bite from her chopsticks. Korra was annoyed at first, but when she realized she had been overheard, her expression became sheepish. She didn't say anything, offering the twins a tiny wave instead.

"Hello Desna, Eska," Senna said, greeting them in an overly cheerful voice to make up for Korra's rudeness. "You're not usually up this early. Didn't you sleep well?"

"Not exactly," Desna said in his usual monotone. Asami studied his face, but it seemed as blank as usual.

"The noise kept us awake," Eska explained. "Sleep was... difficult."

Korra lowered her arm back to the table. Her crab slid forgotten onto her plate and she averted her eyes.

Senna's brow furrowed. "Noise? What noise? It's usually quiet up on the fifth floor."

Asami wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or amused. In the end, she had to hide her grin behind her hand. She hadn't actually expected anyone to hear them, but Eska's increasingly annoyed expression almost sent her into a fit of giggles.

"Perhaps it was the tiger seals," Eska droned. "Their obnoxious braying can be heard for miles in the winter." Her eyes fixed firmly on Korra, who looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her up.

"You're probably right," Asami said, fighting not to laugh.

Senna nodded. "I'll speak to Tonraq about it. Male tiger seals can be territorial during the breeding season. We don't want any children going down to the shore to play with the otter penguins if there's a pod nearby."

Desna's thin eyebrows arched. "Yes. The breeding season. Of course."

Korra resumed stuffing her face with food, obviously desperate to escape the conversation. Asami felt sorry for her, but not sorry enough to stop smiling. The scream she had earned the night before was more than worth this morning's awkwardness. "Where is Tonraq?" she asked, deciding to put Korra out of the worst of her misery. "He isn't still sleeping, is he? I wouldn't want him to miss breakfast."

"That's a good question," Korra said, louder than necessary. "You should check, Mom."

Senna gave Korra a fond look. "You know he sleeps like a log. Like father, like daughter. I'm guessing that's why you didn't hear the tiger seals." Her eyes dropped down to Korra's nearly empty plate. "Then again, maybe I should get him before you go back for seconds. I'll only be a minute." She slipped from the kitchen, leaving the four of them alone in awkward silence.

"You know our washroom shares a wall with yours, don't you?" Desna said, glancing between them. "I sleep in the tub."

"I knew we should have snowbombed you two yesterday," Korra muttered under her breath, taking a swig from her glass.

Asami smirked until Eska turned in her direction. "You've hardly touched your breakfast, Asami. Not surprising, I suppose. Your mouth is probably tired."

That was the last straw. Korra sputtered, spraying out a mouthful of water and slamming her palms flat on the table. Asami couldn't help it. She burst out laughing, eyes swimming with tears. She knew she shouldn't take so much pleasure in Korra's discomfort, but the look on her face was priceless.

Desna, however, remained calm. "Cousin, do you require assistance? You appear to be choking."

Korra coughed, trying to clear her throat. "I... um... I... no, er—"

"She's fine," Asami said after several deep breaths. Her chest still hurt, and her laughter threatened to start again at any moment. "Just easily embarrassed."

Eska studied her with what might have been approval. "And you are not?"

"What do you think?" she asked, meeting and holding Eska's gaze.

"I think the tiger seals should find a different breeding ground. One that is sparsely populated."

Korra slumped forward, banging her forehead against the table and burying her face in her arms. "We'll be quiet," she mumbled, her voice almost too muffled to understand.

"Good." Without another word, Eska and Desna headed over to the other side of the table, where several platters of leftover food from the feast had been laid out.

"Still want to snowbomb them?" Asami whispered, petting the middle of Korra's back. "I could open a window."

"No," Korra groaned. "I think I'll just stay like this until I die. Or they go away forever."

"Just be glad Eska didn't marry Bolin. Otherwise, we might have been the ones complaining."

Korra peeked over her elbow, eyes wide with horror. "Seriously? Please never mention that again. I might throw up."

After a moment of hesitation, Asami wrapped a reassuring arm around Korra's waist, cuddling into her side. To her relief, Korra didn't object to the contact. Instead, she scooted her chair closer, seeking comfort. "If it makes you feel any better, I think you were really brave."

"What?" Korra snorted, still speaking under her breath. "I almost choked to death!"

"So? Look at us." She waited for Korra to realize how close they were. "You're letting me hold you in public. That's bravery by my definition."

"My cousins are worse than public," Korra said, but she didn't even spare a glance in Desna and Eska's direction to check if they were watching. "If they want to stare at us, that's their problem. Not mine."

Asami placed a kiss on top of Korra's head, thrilled by the confidence in her voice. "That's my girl. So, does this mean we can…" She leaned down to whisper a suggestion in Korra's ear, delighting in the way her lover's body shuddered against hers. "...later?"

Korra averted her eyes and blushed, coughing to clear her throat. "Um. Maybe. But only if we make sure the fifth floor is empty this time. Deal?"

Asami sighed happily, resting her cheek on Korra's shoulder. For once, she had a feeling she'd be staying there a while. "Deal."