A.N.: So, this is a continuation off of "Dream" and with direction from lemonorangelime, i'm making it into a small series. i hope that i'm able to pull off what she's hoping for -crosses fingers- anyways, just a little background:
- this is AU verse, no bending, modern times, etc.
- korra is in a high school type setting, works at a shrine/temple with Pema (who is a priestess) and Tenzin. she's only been in the school system for a few months, so she's still fairly new to the school but knows some of the people because korra's mom used to be a priestess and she'd visit Republic City with her and you get the idea. her father and her moved back to Republic City after her mother died because they had more friends and better jobs there.
- asami and korra are best buds (they've been friends since they were little, even though they lived in different cities) and mako's the captain of the soccer team
and i think that's all the information i need to give right now. i may add on later if more info is needed :D
**this part is really more for background, introduction stuffs along with set up for the rest of the series, so please be patient because i know it might feel a little slow :]**
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Korra stared at her rumpled sheets for a long while, stalling from getting ready for school. She still couldn't believe what happened. She had tucked the necklace away in an old shoe box after figuring questions might be raised if she wore it around. She could see a little bit of her arousal dried on the sheets and she immediately balled them up, not wanting to look at it any more. Oh spirits, even her sheets smelt like hot sex. She would have to make sure to wash them before her father could, or else he might get suspicious.
She wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. Embarrassed over her easily swayed self? For sure. She knew she was supposed to feel disgusted by it. After all, he had more or less came in, got her off, and left. Not exactly a 'wham bam thank you ma'am' type of deal, but still. Her cheeks flamed lightly as she thought about how wanton she had been. To be honest, she was surprised she had enough sense to tell him that she was a virgin rather than just laying by and letting him do what he was intending to. Korra was not a floozy. She never even kissed a boy but yet there she was, letting his mouth get all over her.
"Why didn't I kick his ass?" she muttered to a stuffed dog sitting on her nightstand. The white fluffy face stared back at her, mouth opened as if the creature was stuck eternally in mid lick. She rubbed her face. Now that the haze was gone, a little tinge of regret for letting him do that to her was starting to seep in.
Even if deep down inside a place she didn't like to acknowledge, she had enjoyed it…
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"You were cutting it a little close this morning, weren't you?
Korra stuck her tongue out at Asami as they moved through the lunch line, not even paying attention to what was being put on their plates. "I over slept a little." "A little?" Asami raised a finely arched eyebrow as she plucked a piece of fruit from a bowl, tossing it to Korra before grabbing one for herself. "You practically ran in with your skirt flying everywhere and your tie strangling your neck. Not to mention your hair looked like you slept on top of your head." Korra pushed her lips together. "Listen, we can't all wake up perfect like some people." She huffed, though there was no real anger in her voice. Asami only grinned as she led the way to their usual table by the window, where they could sit outside and watch the cars go by on the street.
Korra stared down at her plate, her hunger suddenly leaving her as inner self brought up thoughts about last night, which seemed to get fuzzier and fuzzier any time the subject was brought up in her head. She remembered the gentle strokes against her breast and if she tried really hard enough, she could imagine his tongue licking up her center again. That made her body clench and she tightened her legs, suddenly feeling exposed in her skirt. "Everything all right Korra?" Asami's voice was gentle but no longer playful. She nodded, poking at her rice. Asami didn't press any further and began to chat away about some new invention her father was working on. Korra used this opportunity to tune her out and try to reorganize her feelings.
She chewed on her bottom lip and she instantly thought of the way he was chewing on her lips last night. She let out a groan and her head dropped. Unfortunately, she forgot about her plate being right in front of her, so it was a bit of a surprise when her nose dipped into soup. Asami hid her chuckle as Korra jerked up, hastily wiping down her face. This was ridiculous! Getting all worked over some damn demon that knew his way around a female body. Pft. That wasn't hot at all. Nor was the way he looked at her as if she were some delectable dish. Or his voice that was so deep and sexy that she almost wanted to reach her fingers under her skirt and -
"Korra look! It's Mako!" Asami's conspiratorial voice thankfully pulled Korra away from her thoughts before she could go through with any. Her eyes glanced over. Yes, there he was. Her crush since the start of the school year. Him and his brother Bolin were strolling in, apparently oblivious to the gaggle of fangirls following behind him. She waited for the jealousy to to hit when he paused to talk to one of them, sending the girl into a tizzy in which a couple of others had to catch her. However, no green eyed monster came up. Instead, her thoughts drifted back to Tahno. Damn it, she was going to have to give herself a mental scrub down to get him out of her head.
Pain shot up her shin as Asami's pointy boot connected with it and she glared over at the other. "What was that for?" She hissed. "Hey Korra…Asami." Mako's voice made her turn her head swiftly to the side that for a moment everything spun. "Hey Mako," Asami gave a bit of a flirty wink while Korra stared at him with a slightly agape mouth. "H-hi Mako." she managed, straightening herself. "I just wanted to come wish you two luck on the cheerleading and soccer tryouts." Mako's prolonged eye contact made her squirmy. "I hope you make the team Korra. I think you'd be a great teammate." he nodded before turning away and joining his brother and the other soccer players.
"Well look at you Korra," Asami smirked. Korra rolled her eyes. "Please. Everyone knows that the soccer players go for the cheerleaders. Besides, I know he's had his eye on you." "You're joking." "I'm completely serious." Korra grinned and the two broke out into laughter. The giggling and chuckling died down and they both went about eating lunch.
Korra couldn't help but shake the feeling that someone was watching her. She would glance around, hoping that she could figure out who was doing it, but no one seemed to be even glancing her way. Huh.
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"Hey Tenzin!" Korra called out as she hopped off her bike and carefully rolled it along the walkway towards the temple entrance. Tenzin was sitting outside with a group of monks, trying to meditate. He let out a sight and turned his head. "Good afternoon Korra." Though his tone was slightly annoyed, his eyes were warm. She parked her bike over by a small bush and darted up the steps, kicking off her shoes as she did before entering the temple. She stopped by a small shrine near the entrance, bowing down and saying a quick prayer before continuing on.
She found Pema crushing some herbs and sprinkling them over a burning candle. Her eyes were closed and Korra could hear soft whispering coming from her lips. Deciding that she would go ahead and get started on sweeping. She was only a few strokes in when Pema addressed her. "Good afternoon Korra," Korra glanced up and gave a slight smile. "Afternoon Pema. How are you?" "Oh just fine." Pema murmured, eyes narrowing as she watched Korra. Korra slowed her sweeping, raising a curious brow. "Something wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. You just looked like you were glowing a bit, is all." The older woman gave a light smile before turning back to her herbs. Korra glanced down at her skin, not sure what Pema meant by 'glowing'. A comfortable silence settled over them until Korra asked, "Pema, what do you know about a creature called an incubus?" Pema's hand stilled. "I know they're mythical demons that supposedly have sex with unsuspecting persons at night. Sometimes through dreams and sometimes in real life." She turned around to watch Korra sweep the floor with concentration. "Why do you want to know?" Korra's cheeks flamed subtly and she shrugged. "No reason. I heard a couple of girls talking about some real life incubus at school, so I was just curious." "Don't listen to those girls. Incubi are nothing but legends." Korra's lips pushed into a pout. "Well those girls told me there really is an incubus in this town. They say he's come to their houses in the middle of the night and uh, had sex with them." Her flustered tone gave away some embarrassment on the subject. Pema shot her a look that quieted her instantly. "Those girls are just wanting the attention. I wouldn't listen to them. They'll fill your head with nonsense."
Korra nodded, murmuring a "yes ma'am" before moving into the next room. Tahno was real damn it, she thought. She had the beads to prove it. She focused her energy on trying to think back on the night before. By now though, it was just a faint memory. She sighed, leaning against the broom as she looked over Yue Bay.
Maybe it was just a dream.
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Korra stretched out on her bed, opening up that old shoe box and taking out those dark beads. She rolled them between her thumb and forefinger. The memories were so distant now that she could only conjure up dark hair and sharp teeth. The feeling left her oddly cold inside and she pulled the covers up close around her body as the candle on her nightstand slowly died out. She looked down at the pages of a book she picked up from the library, fingers tracing along the image of a man hovering over a woman. The book was about mythical creatures and had a little section on incubi. So far, it just repeated what Pema had said.
"This is stupid." She dangled the necklace in front of her face. Glancing back down at the book, her eyes happened across a small paragraph on summoning an incubus. Deciding that she would give it a try, she picked up the book and read the lines, "To summon an incubus, one only has to focus all their energy into sending out a mental signal of desire, of a fantasy unfulfilled. If an incubus is interested enough, and most of the time they are, they will head your call and come." Korra shut the book and blew out her light. Send out a mental signal of desire?
"Lame." She closed her eyes, holding the necklace against her chest. She took in a deep breath and breathed out slowly as she put all of her effort into conjuring his face before her eyes. His image slowly formed and she let her imagination take the lead. She imagined herself beneath him on her hands and knees, him pounding into her from behind. Her breath hitched as she pictured his hands reaching between her legs and stroking her. She forced her eyes open, not wanting to get too carried away. She waited with baited breath for several minutes until the clock in the living room chimed twelve.
She couldn't help the feeling of disappointment when he didn't show. She tossed the book off her bed and let the beads drop as well, hearing them roll away under her bed. Pema was right. Those tales of incubi were silly and she was a fool to believe them.