Korra moved with steady, trained movements, trails of water matching her step for step. The Avatar had been clocking extra training time to make up for her leave of absence. The water shimmered brightly in the artificial light, suspended beautifully in the air for a few fleeting moments. Then it was turned into a devastating weapon as it was hurled at its target: an unsuspecting dummy.
The dummy teetered dangerously backwards, but the sand at the bottom of it made it bounce upright again. Asami smiled. Waterbenders were always jaw-dropping to watch,even if they were performing in the crisp, clipped style that was pro bending. Watching the Avatar waterbend was a magical experience, but Asami was focused on the young Avatar herself, as she always was when witness to her training sessions.
The Avatar had traded her signature water tribe clothes for a simple training getup that consisted of green shorts and a sleeveless white top. Of course, the Avatar had long since discarded the shirt, leaving her only in her bindings.
Watching Korra train was Asami's guilty pleasure. Sure, she was covered in sweat and stank to high heaven, but the heiress found the sheen of hard work flowing the Avatar to make her look even sexier, as impossible as that sounds.
Asami shifted slightly from where she stood, leaning carelessly against the door frame. Her gaze shifted to the Avatar's temple, where a bead of sweat was making its pilgrimage. The bead traveled the length of Korra's cheek, down her lean neck before pooling in her collarbone. The girl took a breath the bead's journey began again. It traveled a short ways before being absorbed by the cloth binding.
Asami bit her lip softly, her gaze focusing on another drop forming just below the Avatar's ribs. The tan skinned girl spun on her heels, bringing her foot around in a wide arc. A tube of water followed in its wake. When Asami found the drop, or at least a drop, it had shifted position. It ran down Korra's toned stomach, over a barely noticeable scar, lower and lower-
"Enjoying the show?" Korra asked, wearing her trademark smirk. It lit up her eyes in a way that made Asami's heart stop.
"More like the hot mess performing it," she replied with a smile, followed by a short laugh that Korra mimicked.
"Hot mess, huh?" Korra pushed a damp strand of hair out of her face. "At least I'm your hot mess."
"That you are." Asami pushed away from the door and strode purposefully towards Korra. on her way she grabbed a slightly worn towel.
Korra grinned, grabbing Asami as soon as she was within reach. She wrapped her arms around the taller girl's waist, drawing her close.
"What a hot mess indeed," Asami breathed, wrinkling her nose slightly at the smell. This close she could feel the heat, fueled by hard work, radiating off the dark skin Asami envied.
Korra simply shook her head, leaning in the steal a kiss. However, she was met with a somewhat rough surface that definitely was not Asami's lips. Confused, Korra pulled back. Asami lowered the towel from the Avatar's face, wrapping it lightly around her neck. "Shower first."
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Author's Notes: Nothing to do here.
(This a fairly old, actually.)
