Prompt:

Anonymous asked:
Oooooh I actually noticed someone's doing prompts and it just so happens to be one of my fav writers. Let the squeeling comence. Ze prompt would be: a train ride getting a little frisky. interpret as you will, I'm certain you'll make it awesome ^^


Korra sighs.

The train's about to depart, and she's trying her best to at least pretend to share Asami's excitement, but she prefers air bison, or basic gliding, to being caught in a metal cage on wheels any day of the week. In fact, the last time she was on one of these damn things, it was to rescue Wu. Her expression softens a little when she remembers how Asami took out that poor guy on the top of the train. Hah. That was hot.

Asami insisted she came, there's a new engine improvement which can apparently give a speed boost of around sixty two percent without an increased risk of derailing. She's surprised she remembers the details, but then again, she tends to pay extra attention when it's Asami talking.

There's a harsh whistle, and Asami's face lights up, and Korra's taken in by her excitement despite herself, so she reaches across and squeezes her hands against Asami's leather gloves, and it looks like it's a new pair again, these ones are hard to the touch. She's reminded of the times that Asami's touched her in the past, when she's been writhing under her, and sometimes, she keeps the gloves on.

She's acutely aware that the cabin they're in is very private, very cosy. First class of course, because Asami kind of owns the entire damn train. The train's moving at, as far as she can tell, a regular pace. Asami's staring out of the window, and glancing at her wristwatch occasionally. Then she turns to Korra, a massive grin on her face.

"Now!" Asami says, and Korra's a little bit surprised that even now, two years into their relationship, she can still take her breath away, just by looking at her in a certain way.

She's pushed back into her chair a bit as the train picks up speed, it's actually quite exciting, and Asami's more or less dancing up and down in joy looking out of the window as the scenery whizzes past. She starts to get used to the pace, and Asami eventually seems to calm down enough to sit back down, where she turns to face Korra.

"So, what do you think?" Asami's wearing this wide grin, and she can't help but be drawn in by it.

"I think you're a mechanical genius, and I fall in love with you a little more each day."

Asami blushes, seems lost for words. Korra leans across, closing the small gap between their seats, takes Asami's chin in her hand and presses their lips together. It tastes good, feels good. Always does, but she'll never take it for granted.

The next thing she knows, Asami's taking charge. She does that sometimes. Mixes things up a little. Korra never complains, she likes it. It keeps things fresh. She's being pinned against the cabin wall, Asami's lips are finding all kinds of tingly spots down her neck, and she's already hoping that this goes far beyond teasing.

She has no need for concern. They don't take it slow, it's not the time or place for that, her pants are on the floor before she even realises, and there's those startling green eyes, staring at her, causing her heart to skip a few. Apparently, Asami had more than one thing in mind when she offered the test ride. Korra's soon thrusting herself against Asami's tongue, and wondering how the hell it always feels this good. She's also getting some extra friction from the train, speeding along on a rickety track, it's bumping them around and causing some unexpected, but exciting spikes.

It doesn't take long. Never does with Asami, but especially not when it's this spontaneous. She's calling out her name, she's gushing against her mouth. It's an ache that explodes into a throbbing release, and the next thing she knows they're kissing again, and she's tasting herself on Asami, and she's lost in the moment.

She's changed her mind. Trains, they're fucking awesome.