(Prompt: Korrasami- Basorexia (An overwhelming desire to kiss
Honestly I thought of this song: watch?v=pTLnlkrCK8c as soon as I saw this prompt.)
Korra had sometimes wondered if Asami tattooed the color onto her lips, because she'd never actually seen Asami without her lipstick on until recently. And she liked the lipstick. She liked how it looked on Asami's face, and then she'd started to imagine how it would taste (and finally getting to taste was like nothing she'd been able to imagine).
She liked how confident it seemed to make Asami, too. They never talked about it, but she assumed it was a bit like how she liked her arms exposed. Different ways of taking control of their lives, of making themselves feel comfortable when out in the world.
President Raiko was droning on about something. Korra wasn't really paying attention, her focus entirely on the woman standing next to him. Asami looked so professional that Korra had the urge to mess her look up. Run her fingers through those silky strands, and smudge that lipstick with her mouth. Wrinkle her blouse and her skirt and make her sound breathless and needy.
The intensity of those thoughts surprised her. But Asami had a way of bringing that out in her. It had taken her time, years honestly, to realize that but then it had been like turning a corner and suddenly falling down a cliff. Everything was suddenly breathtaking and exciting but also terrifying. Korra was a passionate person, and she was grateful to find that Asami was, too.
Asami was stepping up to the podium to talk, and Korra really did want to pay attention, but her eyes were focused on Asami's mouth. The way her lips formed around words. How they got a little pouty just before she launched into her speech. The enticing way her teeth bit into her lower lip in the fraction of a second she looked over at Korra, just before announcing something.
Korra wanted to kiss her. She wanted to airbend into the air and sweep Asami off of the podium and pin her to the nearest wall and kiss the breath from her lungs. She couldn't focus on what Asami was saying, but she could listen to Asami read mechanical schematics all day from how nice it sounded.
It took her a moment to realize the speech was over and Asami was exiting the stage. Korra pushed her way through the crowd until she reached the edge of it, and moved to intercept. She caught Asami up and pulled her into an alley next to the new Presidential Office that Asami had just been dedicating.
"Oof..Korra!" She looked down at her girlfriend, her eyebrows rising in tandem. "What did you think of my speech?"
"Very nice," Korra said. Her own eyes were fixated on Asami's mouth. "I especially like how you, uhm, said all those words and people clapped."
Laughter bubbled up out of Asami, and she touched Korra's chin to force their eyes to meet. "You didn't hear a word did you. Just like all the times I practiced it in front of you."
A sheepish smile crossed Korra's face. "I'm sorry, you're just really distracting."
"Am I?"
Korra watched Asami's mouth form a smile. The kind of smile that told Korra her lover knew exactly what Korra was talking about. Asami's fingers stroked along her cheek and into her hair. "Kiss me."
Desire overcame her and she pulled Asami's face down. Their lips met, and Korra sighed happily.