Author's Note: So, after I realized that I forgot to add a couple of things I had been meaning to, I decided to continue Bearpaw with another chapter. I actually got a few more ideas the longer I thought about it, so it will now be a multi-chapter fic. I don't know how many chapters there will be, so I guess you'll just have to stick around for the ride. I hope I haven't turned anyone off the fic by having Naga involved. I've noticed that it isn't as popular on as it is on Tumblr, and I can only surmise that it is because people aren't into that kind of thing. But don't let it fool you. This isn't a porny thing where Korra wants to hump Naga's brains out. It's simply a look into a relationship that is a little different from most, where one partner is a fan of something that the other isn't but decides to suck it up and accept them the way they are. Even when nobody else wants to.

I wish I could think of a better summary for the story though.

Anyway, enjoy this next chapter. It takes place a month or two after the events of chapter one.

Two pale hands sweetly rested upon her lover's back; patient and unhurried in their task of soothing their master. The lingering caress drew a murmuring sigh from the water tribe woman on top of her. Though they had finished some time ago, Korra made no move to leave Asami's embrace. Instead she chose to lay there and bury her face in the tangle of silky, raven locks of hair that spilled out across the pillow.

Feeling the way that her chosen partner nuzzled into neck brought a smile to the face of the heiress, and she could only hold her tighter. Korra had become much cuddlier as of late, she had noticed. That wasn't to say that she was complaining, or that the Avatar wasn't willing to hold her before. It was the simple fact that Korra was happy that prompted her overly affectionate nature in the past few weeks. It may have had something to do with her still wearing the ridiculous getup that she'd made for her, but Asami could hardly complain about it. Korra had shown no signs that she was getting bored of it, and had even been seeking out her attentions far more often. If wearing a bit of white fur meant a return to a much more regular sex life, then Asami supposed that she could deal with that. After all, Korra had been a good girl and was even playing by the rules that she had set out.

A couple of weeks of 'No Naga' had seen to it that Asami herself had to make some adjustments and accommodate the polar bear dog into Korra's life. She'd just gotten too...restless...with that idea, and her constant squirming had driven the heiress up the wall faster than a Satomobile ever could. So the rules had changed once more. 'No Naga' had quickly become 'Naga, but only with permission.' That had been an awkward conversation to have. Korra hated talking about it, but it had to happen. Once she had been reassured that Asami understood that she still needed Naga in her life for certain things, the Avatar's stilted stuttering and fumbling had dulled into a relentless blush and a shuffle of feet each time she asked.

The simple "Can I?" that she managed to just speak loud enough to be heard had easily translated into a code between the two of them that nobody else was privy to. So Asami would wander off and give her some privacy while she snuck the huge polar bear dog inside her room at the air temple to have a little alone time together. It had crossed her mind a few times just to stay and watch and try to learn just what it was about the beast that captured Korra's attention so, but the thought had quickly been dismissed as folly. It felt almost like intruding, and she'd only done it once before by accident. And that had been awkward enough as it was.

Perhaps...if she had been asked...?

Would that have made it different?

She was drawn from her musings by a hot breath against her ear.

"Asami?"

"Mm?"

"Where did you learn to do that? That was great." Korra practically gurgled in delight.

"What did I do?"

"That thing with your tongue."

"Oh...oh. Uh. Well, I may have done some...research." a slight pinkness tinged her cheeks at that admission.

"What?"

"Oh, don't make me say it. When I was making this? You know?" she gestured to various parts of the furry pelt. "I wanted it to be...good...for you. So I kind of...got Naga to...show me what you liked." There was no way she could look Korra in the eye now.

"You mean you-...and Naga-...I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!" Korra hissed excitedly slapping her hands against the pillow either side of Asami's head as she sat up. "There's no WAY you would have known that I liked it like that if you didn't ask Naga."

"Keep your voice down! And I didn't ask Naga. She's a polar bear dog. She doesn't speak English. I just-...Look, she figured it out on her own, alright?"

"That's a lie. You're a liar. But Naga's smart, so I'll just pretend to believe you if it will make you feel better."

"Gee, thanks, Korra." Asami rolled her eyes.

Korra held a quick moment of silence as she grinned relentlessly down at her partner, who still wouldn't look at her.

"Does this mean that we could-"

"No." She was rapidly cut off. "One step at a time. Just because I did some research-"

"You mean you let Naga lick you all over."

"Just because I did some research," Asami repeated forcefully, "It doesn't mean that Naga can join in. Playtime is for grown-ups only. What you two do together in your own time is your business."

She wouldn't fall for that adorable pout. That was unacceptable. But those baby blue eyes were incredibly hard to resist, even for someone as refined as herself. Of course, she could hardly call herself refined when she was sprawled out in the Avatar's bed, half naked and panting. Asami cursed herself internally.

"...Did you enjoy it, though?" Korra's mischievous little purr only served to darken the cheeks of the Sato heiress.

"I-...Well I wouldn't say that it wasn't enjoyable, exactly..."

"That's a yes. You liked it. You liked it, you dirty little liar! And don't you say otherwise!" she gleefully chortled. "You like it when Naga-" she broke off her sentence, only to lean down and lathe her tongue across Asami's stomach from navel to sternum in a move that had the woman beneath her squirming.

"Stop that! Now you're just being horrible. If you keep doing what you're doing then you're sleeping on the floor."

"But you might miss me if I did that." Korra pouted. "I'll just sleep right here next to you in case you feel like you might need to, oh, I don't know...ravish me or something. I'd completely understand."

"I'm not speaking to you anymore." Asami muttered, and rolled over.

Her actions brought only a smile to the Avatar's face. Propping herself up on one elbow, Korra reached out to spend a few moments running her fingertips through her girlfriend's hair, untangling the few knots she could find before it was swept out of the way to make room for the lovingly ticklish kisses she left upon her neck. They both knew it was an empty threat. The pleased little hum from Asami only proved it, as she was soon returning the lip-lock that the Avatar had managed to capture her in.

"Do you think that maybe...one day...we could try it? I think I might like that. But only if you're comfortable." She added. "I want to see what it's like. I've thought about it sometimes, but I don't know if it would work, or if you'd enjoy it. If you want, we could try something that you like? I can't promise that it'll work for me...But I'd try. That's the main thing, right? You've done a lot for me. The least I could do is return the favour."

"I don't know, Korra..." the dark haired female sighed. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm not really into anything. I know that's probably a bit boring for someone like you, but I was fine with the way things were. Just you and me." Wheedling her way out of it was proving to be much more difficult with the earnest way that the Avatar was staring at her. "Can you please just stop pressuring me about this?"

Korra's face fell.

"I'm sorry, Asami...I just-"

"No, it's okay. I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to sound like-...I need some time to think about this. I know I probably sound like a hypocrite after what I've done, but it's a big step in the entirely wrong direction for me. This goes against a lot of what I believe. I know it's something you enjoy, Korra, but...I need time, okay?"

"I know...I know." She did her best to not seem like she was whining. "It just...feels like you've forgotten sometimes, that's all. I don't know how much time you're supposed to need for this kind of thing."

"A lot, Korra."

"That doesn't help...Are you sure there's nothing you'd like to do?" the Avatar prodded.

"How about you just kiss me until I fall asleep, so I don't have to keep thinking about this tonight?"

"I think I can manage that."

"Maybe you're mistaken?"

"I've seen it more times than I care to, Pema. They didn't see me, thank heavens, but I've walked in on them more times than I can count. It wasn't just being a little adventurous in their youth. I think it's something that Korra actually...enjoys."

"Are you absolutely certain about this? I don't want to go accusing her of things if it isn't right."

"I am reasonably certain that my assumptions are correct. And the failure to return or dispose of what is left of that rug is only evidence to that fact. I think we need to have a talk with Korra about this. It's not right."

"Tenzin," the aging woman sighed, "It's really none of our business what those two get up to in the privacy of their own room."

"It's hardly private. The walls are paper thin. Someone might overhear. If this gets out..."

"Do you think Korra's parents know about it? Maybe we should write to them. Maybe it's normal for that to happen in the water tribe? They might have encouraged it."

"It's not normal anywhere. My father had a close relationship with Appa, but it was nothing like that." The older male frowned, and stroked at his beard in contemplation.

"Well, before we jump to conclusions, we should have a talk with them. And before we do that, we'll send a letter to Korra's parents. We won't say exactly what is wrong. We'll just suggest that we have some concerns with her behaviour and that it might have to do with Naga. If they know, I'm sure they'll speak up. And that way we don't risk embarrassing Korra over something that might not be what we think it is." she suggested, wringing her hands. It really wasn't any of their business getting involved, but if Tenzin was legitimately concerned...

"A wise suggestion, as always. Thank you, Pema. I believe I'll write to them right away. If you'll excuse me."

"Of course, dear."

"I can't believe you talked me into this. What if someone sees?" Asami stumbled along behind the Avatar, who was excitedly clutching her hand. Heels were perhaps not the best decision in footwear when it meant a walk through the soft grass of the air temple island. All they did was dig in and threaten to snap off in the dirt the faster Korra made her go. "Careful! These shoes are designer!"

"You didn't care last time when I threw them across the room."

"That was different. This is outside, where there's sticks and bugs and all sorts of horrible things to ruin them."

"I brought a blanket. Besides, you won't have them on in a few minutes, so stop worrying." Taking her by the other hand as well, Korra pulled the heiress into her embrace.

"Cute. You're such a charmer." But Asami's eye roll was soon covered up by the flutter of her lashes. The Avatar certainly knew how to distract her once she got her lips situated upon her neck. "Are you sure nobody will find out about this?"

"Asami, nobody ever comes down to this part of the island. Besides, I've put Naga on distraction duty. If they come looking for us, she'll cause trouble and make them forget all about us."

"Well, alright, I guess."

"Good." With that out of the way, the water tribe woman quickly set about unfurling the blanket under the tree that she had chosen. "Come on. I even made us some food. It'll be like a proper date."

"You mean Pema made the food, and you stole it when she wasn't looking."

"Okay, so I suck at cooking. And I don't have money so I can't take you to one of those fancy places you like. So this will have to do. It took me ages to get all the food without Pema noticing! So you can't say I didn't try really hard." Korra pointed out as she emptied the satchel full of goodies onto the blanket.

The Sato heiress just winced and hoped that nothing ended up damaged in her girlfriend's earnest attempts at creating something nice for the two of them.

"...Is it okay?"

Asami peered around at the assortment of goodies that had been dumped and rearranged on the blanket. Fruit pie, bread and cheese, noodle soup, and...Was that meat? Her eyes widened at the lump of delicious looking heaven. Korra would have had to make secret arrangements to smuggle that onto the island. They checked her every single time she returned from the mainland, so someone else had to have done it. The corners of Asami's eyes crinkled up in amusement at the lengths that the Avatar had gone to try and please her.

"It's really sweet, Korra..."

"Great! Come sit down!" grabbing her girlfriend by the hand, Korra yanked her down to lay on the blanket with her.

This had to be the most rag-tag, mish-mash of a date that Asami had ever been on. It was hastily put together, save for the meat smuggling, and it was out amongst the dirt and leaves. It wasn't even remotely what she'd normally consider a nice date. Here she was, sitting on a dusty old blanket with the muscle-bound saviour of the world, out in the middle of the woods. And not only was she wearing a designer skirt and jacket, but it was covering up the furry monstrosity of a sexy polar bear dog costume that she'd hidden under it for the real reason that they were out here.

When everything was considered, it should have been the worst date that she'd ever been on. But whenever Asami looked around, all she could see was Korra. The once beautiful pie was now lopsided and broken on top; the bread and cheese were just large, mismatched chunks that they'd have to break apart with their fingers because she'd forgotten to bring a knife that would cut it without turning it into crumbs; and the pieces of meat that she was slicing off for them were all different thicknesses and just looked really sad.

But it was all distinctly Korra.

The Avatar looked so pleased with herself that she'd managed to arrange such a thing, that Asami could only smile at it all as that warm feeling burbled up in her chest and prickled at her eyes. It was a strange sight to behold, seeing the childlike innocence of very earth itself sitting in front of her with her legs outstretched; hacking at a lump of meat like it had personally offended her. But each scrappy slice was carefully placed on the towers of bread and cheese that she was making and pushed over towards the heiress like it was the most expensive and well-put-together dish on the Kuang's Cuisine dinner menu.

She couldn't help but enjoy it.

Or maybe she was just enjoying the rapturous look on Korra's face when she'd informed her that the food was good. It really was cute the way she tried and failed miserably, but still sort of won in the end.

So Asami just kissed her.

It was easier than dwelling on it.

"Mm. Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"

"This is nice. I think I like it."

"I think I like it too." the water tribe woman mischievously grinned, leaning forward to steal another kiss from her girlfriend.

"Your elbow is in the pie."

"Oh. Well, I can lick it off. It's still good...Actually...You might have to help." She amended, when she realized her tongue wasn't quite long enough to reach the area in question.

"This is not how I pictured this date going. Licking moon peach off the Avatar's elbow. You're really special, Korra."

"Don't pretend you don't love me. Now lick my elbow."

Licking the sweet, sticky gloop off her girlfriend's arm was hardly romantic – even if it was delightfully delicious. Korra certainly seemed to be enjoying watching her, if the darkening of her eyes was of any indication.

"Hm. This is actually pretty good." Asami teased, rolling away to dip her finger into the pie tin and scoop up more of the filling.

"You know what else is pretty good?" the Avatar questioned playfully, crawling over the top of the woman sprawled out on the blanket. One hand dared to creep up under her skirt, even as she nuzzled her nose into Asami's silky black hair.

"Please, enlighten me, oh Avatar."

"Tonraq?"

"Yes dear?"

"A letter just arrived from Tenzin."

"Oh?"

"It's about Korra..."