A/N: Another ten minute ficlet. A little longer because two people asked for the same pairing within a few minutes of each other. Might get continued eventually past drabble length, for now isn't technically smut.
Riding Lessons
Lyraeon/Lyra Kamiya
Prompts: "Kosami car sex. DO THIS SHIT!" -Kireon "KORRASAMI, ASAMI TOPS" -sparepage
"You didn't tell me you had a satomobile!"
Korra glanced over at the vehicle, giving a vague sigh of disdain. "Well, I didn't exactly pick it out for myself." Then, seeing the Sato's icon on the hood, she quickly added, "No offense or anything."
Asami didn't seem to be listening well enough to be offended, however, and instead was perched at the driver's door, a look in her eyes that Korra was definitely not used to seeing directed at any one, let alone thing, besides Mako.
"This is one of our top models! Only ten of them were made last year. I thought top city officials bought all of them."
"Yeah… technically they did," Korra said through gritted teeth.
"Can we… can we go for a ride?"
There wasn't much of any place to drive on the tiny island, but Asami looked truly happy for the the first time since her father's treason the week before. Tenzin would probably complain, but, as Asami had said… it was easier to ask forgiveness than to ask permission. "Sure. Why not. Maybe you can give me a few lessons."
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Korra lay across the all-leather back seat of her satomobile, one leg braced against the door, the other bent and tucked against the back of the seat. Asami was above her - no, more on her. Or somewhere in between. It was hard to really think about it beyond the perfect set of breasts on display before her, the ones bound by just enough delicate lace to make Korra seriously reconsider not buying a real bra.
This was not the sort of lesson Korra had in mind. Then again, if this was Asami's idea of teaching, she'd have to get lessons on how to shop, next.
"Korra," she growled, running two perfectly manicured nails down the waterbender's neck, "that was so… exhilarating." She rocked her hips at the word, rubbing right in between Korra's.
She was speechless at this side of Asami, though she had to agree that the sharp manuvers Asami had pulled the vehicle through were, indeed, rather exciting… enough so that when the girl had pushed her lips onto Korra's after they stopped, she not only hadn't stopped her, but had climbed into the backseat voluntarily, without prompting.
Asami's mouth fell onto hers again, her teeth nibbling at Korra's already swollen lower lip, and one hand slid between the avatar's legs, pressing against her core through what she suddenly felt were far too many layers of clothing.
"Let's go for a ride," she whispered, and, heart pounding, Korra laced her hands into Asami's hair and pulled her into another kiss.