A/N: I do not own Avatar or Legend of Korra.
A/N: This is my first published story, so I'm hoping you like it. I don't have a beta reader yet, so let me know if you find any mistakes I missed.
Korra sat across from Mako at a large table in Sakka's. Next to her was Bolin and across from him sat Asami. They were laughing and talking, reminiscing about old times and old adventures.
"Remember that time Korra made a mess out of the Dragon District trying to show a Triple Threat Triad thug not to extort people?" Mako laughed. "She messed up the whole street!"
"You didn't even know me then!" Korra accused, glaring at him. " There's no way you can remember that!"
Asami, who had been attempting not to laugh at Bolin's faces as the other two were arguing finally burst out laughing. She doubled over, grabbing her sides and gasping for breath. Tears ran down her face as she tried to control herself.
Korra found herself staring, unable to tear her eyes away from the site. Not for the first time she found herself in complete awe of the raven-haired heiress. She was so beautiful, so full of love and friendship, and on top of that she was smart and capable, able to handle herself with the most hardnosed of businessmen and strongest soldiers, she was just as much at ease in a high profile charity dinner as she was on a battlefield.
"Korra!" Bolin waved his hand in front of her face. "Helloooo?"
Korra blinked and frowned at the earth bender. "Can I help you?"
"You were kind of zoning out." Bolin looked at her curiously.
Korra glanced at Asami. Was it just her, or was the a pink tint to her pale cheeks? No, more likely it was just her blush. She'd taken to wearing it more often lately.
"Ah. It's nothing, I just... It's nothing." She felt her cheeks burning and decided not to dig herself a deeper hole than the one she was already in. She stole a glance at Asami, who avoided her eyes, and attempted to control her gawking for the rest of the evening.
Asami's lips crashed against hers, pulling away only to kiss her again, their lips slowly parting with each sweet touch. Soon Asami's tongue peeked out of her mouth, licking Korra's lips and asking for entry. Korra gladly obliged and a series of chills shot up and down her spine causing a tingling wetness between her legs. God, she tasted good.
Korra's eyes shot open as she sat up in bed. Holly shit! She shifted uncomfortably and felt her arousal. Her clit was swollen, and she could feel herself running down her leg. She had just had an erotic dream about Asami, and it had quite the effect on her.
Prior to this she had convinced herself that her fascination with Asami had been nothing more than admiration or envy. Now she was forced to face the fact that it could indeed be a lot more than that. She had a crush on the raven-haired beauty; she had a huge crush.
Korra furrowed her brow. What was she going to do now? She could pretend she didn't feel anything for her and hope the feeling went away, but then what would she do with...THIS? She stared down at her lap.
Forget about it and go to sleep. She turned over on her side and curled up, determined to forget about it and go back to sleep. After only a few seconds she shifted uncomfortably and groaned, feeling the friction the movement caused between her legs. Spirits, she was wet, and her arousal did not seem to be going away. Flipping over on her back she put one hand behind her head and the other across her midriff and scrunched her eyes closed in an attempt to focus.
Instead she found herself remembering the dream. Asami's lips on hers, pasionate kissing, her hand tangled in the beautiful woman's hair. Asami's hands began to explore, finding their way down to her breasts, cupping them and feeling through the fabric for her nipples.
Korra's hands took on a life of the own, mimicking Dream Asami's . A moan escaped her lips as she tuned and twisted her nipples through her night shirt, one hand wondering down her abdomen and exploring the exposed skin where he shirt had rode up, pausing at her waistband.
Dream Asami decided instead to run her hand up Korras shirt. She slid her fingers under her Dream Korra's bra and wrapped her hands around Korra's breasts. Korra's breath hitched as she felt herself clinch and throb.
Korra bit her lip. Spirits, this felt good. Very good. She brought her leg together and moaned again at the friction it caused. She couldn't take it any more. Quickly her right hand reached down and slid into her pants.
She was taken aback by her slick wetness; she was soaked. Biting her lip she moved her fingers in circles around her clit. Her breath hitched as she discovered herself. Spirits, that feels good. Again she thought of Asami, imagining her fingers belonged to her friend. Dream Asami's fingers stroked her outer lips quickly finding her inner lips, and soon moving past those as well. Korra groaned in pleasure, spreading her legs and slipping her fingers into herself. She was warm and her fluids covered her hand. She began to pump in and out of herself, wondering at how good it felt.
A loud moan escaped her lips and she found herself gasping for breath when she hit a particularly sensitive spot, and she clinched around her own fingers. Startled and exhilarated by the discovery she curled her fingers in an attempt to reproduce the feeling.
"Oh, SPIRITS!" She cried, and repeated the motion, again imagining Asami's lips on hers, pulling away to ask if she liked what she was doing. Korra moaned in the affirmative. She felt something in her core; a heated tenseness that she hadn't experienced before. Desperate for more she kept going and the heat moved to the base of her spine.
Her breath came in sharp gasps and she squeezed her eyes shut. She bit her lip so hard she was sure she tasted blood, but she didn't care.
"FUUUUCK!" she yelled as the feeling intensified, moving to the apex of her legs as she convulsed around her fingers, he legs stiffening and her toes curling.
Korra blinked. Did she just do what she thinks she did thinking of Asami?
A/N: I'm could continue the story some if you'd like, but that's up to you guys. Let me know.