Korra wasn't sure how they had ended up in this very...compromising situation, but the "how" didn't really matter to her at this point. The "why" was more important to her. Like "why" did Asami find the need to practically drag Korra to the bathroom of Narook's, a frown etched into the heiress' features.

"Hey 'Sami, what's wrong?" Korra was clueless. The couple was out with Bolin and Mako, and the evening was spent with secret touches and knowing glances. Racking her brain, Korra couldn't think of anything that had gone wrong.

Asami pushed her forcefully against the sinks, wrapping her smaller arms around Korra's neck and looking her in the eye. "Don't think I didn't see you checking out that slutty waitress that kept walking by."

Oh. So that's what Asami was pissed about.

Korra quickly became flustered, trying to stutter out some sort of explanation or apology. "What? N-no I would never...I wasn't...I didn't mean to..." Eventually, she did the smart thing and shut her mouth, noticing the hurt and anger swirling around in Asami's emerald eyes. She took a deep breath. "Baby, you know you're my one and only. I would never, ever think about looking at other women when I know I have one that loves me. For me."

Asami rapidly began to blink away the tears forming around her eyes, and kissed Korra deeply, smirking hard against the Avatar's lips. "Oh I know. But that's not the point. The point is...Korra..." Said girl shivered, growing aroused at the tone in her girlfriend's voice. "That I caught you looking at someone else that wasn't me. So you know what I'm going to do?" Asami pouted her lip out in that way that Korra found so damn irresistable, and tangled her fingers in the Avatar's hair, sliding her knee between Korra's weakening legs. She knew just the right buttons to push to make her girlfriend begin to shake and shiver with want, and at the moment she was punching every button as hard as she could. "I'm going to do things to you tonight...when we get home...that always makes you remember that you...are...mine." With every word Asami would slide her thigh against Korra's pussy, feeling the juices dampen her bare leg. She punctuated the sentence with a final roll against Korra's clit, kissing the heavy breathing Avatar and turning, disappearing before Korra could realize what was going on.

"Fucking tease." Korra mumbled, fixing her hair and steadying her breathing before exiting the bathroom and walking back to the table where a smirking Asami, confused Bolin, and bored Mako were waiting.