[Author's Note: There are plenty of naughty Korrasami stories on this website and elsewhere on the web. This is not meant to be gratuitous and just a vehicle to have these two characters simply 'do it'. But rather, as adults in a relationship, and one where they truly love and respect each other, this is where the physical act becomes a summation of their feelings for one another. If the world were different, we might have gotten more than just hints of this while the show was on TV, but for now it's safe to say that the characters are happiest when in each other's arms.]
Chapter 1: Butterflies
The butler gave Korra a nod as she sprang up the stairs to the mansion's front door. Normally, he would have quietly opened the door for her, but her forward movement was too fast – to match the butterflies fluttering in round in her stomach.
The grand foyer spread out before her like a sparkling jewel of polished wood and marble. She would not be deterred though, even as her nervousness spread from her stomach into her chest. Her heart tapped out a rapid drumbeat in her chest the higher she climbed higher.
She shot around the corner, past her intended destination and hit the bathroom just down the hall. Korra doused her face with water from the sink and dabbed it dry, trying to calm her nerves.
Relax. You've faced demigods and mechanized tyrants before. This should be easy. A snap. Child's play.
Only it wasn't.
She would have almost preferred some enemy to face than this. She looked in the mirror and saw her reflection staring back. She almost expected to see her tribal sidelocks dangling at her temples and the high pony tail stick out from the back, but they were gone. Her hair was in a short bob that hung just below her jawline. She stared into her own blue eyes, thinking.
Weeks had passed since she and Asami had come back from the spirit world, and the memories of their time together still glowed brightly in her heart. Their first kiss had been electric. Korra had gone up on her tiptoes in the yellow light of the spirit portal she had created. Yellow with just a hint of green. It had been perfect. Asami's lips had been so soft, and Korra's heart had fluttered in her chest like a caged bird, spreading its wings.
It had just been the two of them, just as Korra wanted, far away from perils and pitfalls of being the Avatar. The two of them had lain down in a field of beautiful spirit blossoms, and Asami had pillowed her head against Korra's shoulder. Her warmth, her nearness had warmed Korra's spirit, which was weary of war, of destruction.
But it had gone no further than that. Even their kisses had been quick, staccato bursts with none of the prolonged passion that Korra had read about in the poems. Was this love? Was it just a phase? But perhaps most of all: Would it last?
Korra steadied her breath with an airbending technique that Tenzin had taught her. Her beating heart rebelled for long seconds, but then slowed down to a reasonable pace.
You can do this. You're the Avatar. Even Roku once admitted that being the Avatar helps you with the ladies.
This brought a smile to Korra's face, and she liked the way it looked in the mirror. She slipped from the bathroom and went back down the hall with a sense of déjà vu as she approached the main office. She could hear Asami's voice coming from inside.
"He wants to do what?" Asami said. "Is that even possible? Hmmm…okay, but use the remote testing site, just in case. Yes, yes, I know. Yes, you can tell him I said it's okay to 'do the thing.' All right, call me if there's any problem with the safety permits."
Korra knocked on the door and then opened it wide enough to poke her head through. She was rewarded by Asami's expression of surprise. Her eyes went wide. Those eyes, Korra thought, ghostly green like old glass bottles or clearest jade. The butterflies came back, only now a tsunami.
"I've got to go, Jhu Li," Asami said hastily into the phone and then hung up. She stood up and came around the massive desk, wearing a skirt in her signature dark red and black.
"Korra!"
Suddenly the other woman had taken both of Korra's hands and pulled her close. Korra felt faint. Asami had this effect on her. There was an elegance and glamour that Asami possessed that eclipsed even the most sultry mover star, even Ginger. And that one lock of long black hair that fell at her left temple drove Korra crazy in all the nicest ways.
"I didn't know you were here," Asami said.
"Yeah, well, I wanted to surprise you. I guessed it worked."
"It certainly did, and I'm glad," she said. "I've missed you."
They hadn't seen as much of each other since they had come back. Future Enterprises was a major player in helping the reconstruction effort. Zuvira had cut quite a swathe throughout the city. And with things in such a state of flux, there were always shady figures looking to do empire building, not always quietly, and not always peacefully. While Asami tried to rebuild the city, Korra had been busy trying to keep it from tearing itself apart.
"I've missed you, too." Korra said, swallowing hard. "I…I-uh…" Say it. Just say it. You're both adults. There was that spot again, that spot on the back of her neck that itched whenever she liked someone. She could help but scratch it.
Asami raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "Korra, what is it?" She let go of Korra's left hand and placed it on Korra's cheek. If she hadn't felt a flush in her cheeks before, Korra felt it now. Even through her brown skin, it was still visible.
"You're trembling, and you're blushing too," Asami said. "It's okay. Tell me what's going on."
You better say something quick, Korra told herself, she starting to be concerned that something's truly wrong.
"I would, uh, like to stay for dinner tonight, Asami…if that's okay." You said that last part too quickly.
"I'd love that," Asami said. "I'll have the chef make that soup you love so much—"
"And stay for breakfast," Korra interrupted. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Love poets the world over are turning in their graves. Good one, Korra.
"…Oh," Asami said, eyes widening again.
"That is, if…you know…you don't mind me, um…staying. If it's not too much…uh, trouble, I—" This time it was Korra's turn to be interrupted.
Asami wrapped her arms around Korra's neck and pulled her into a fiery kiss that made Korra infinitely strong and weak at the same time. When Asami finally pulled back, her face hovered large in Korra's view, and the rest of the universe disappeared.
"Korra, do…do you mean it? Do you really want to stay with me tonight?"
What kind of question was that?
"Y-yes…more than anything," Korra replied. "Is that…alright?"
"Alright?" Asami said. "It's what I've dreamed of."
Wait…what *she's* been dreaming of?
There was another kiss, and this time Korra leaned into it, allowing the desires that burned within her to transfer through that contact. Asami took two steps backward and leaned against her massive desk. This time when they parted, they were both breathless. Asami looked slightly flushed, too; strands of her perfect hair were suddenly out of place.
"Not here," Asami said. "Another kiss like that I don't think I could wait. Please, Korra, I want our first time to be something special, hmm?"
Korra nodded, though at that moment she wanted nothing more than to have that rush of blood, the heat created between them. Her eyes unfocused as though in a trance, but then she came back to herself.
"Trust me, it will be worth waiting for," Asami said, and coy smile she flashed could have melted ice in the next room.
"You are so beautiful," Korra said and her voice wavered. She had never spoken words she felt were so true. She might have cried, she was so overcome.
"I am blessed beyond all others that you think so," Asami replied, and put those errant strands to rights. She slid her bottom up onto the desk and crossed her long legs, just enough where Korra saw the trailing edge of her black stockings, and where they ended with red garters.
Korra realized she was staring, and that mouth hung open in both awe and surprise. She looked up to find Asami smiling.
"Tonight, you're all mine," Asami said. "We'll have dinner…and then dessert."
[To be continued…]