Author's Note: This post will be M for Mature due to explicit (romantic) content. Please read at your discretion.
Asami Sato was on her way to the airship's state-of-the-art galley, meaning to check on the week's menu. She needed to know if stores were holding up as well as the ship's cook had promised they would and if not then make appropriate changes on the itinerary, but she was distracted from her mental checklist when she saw Korra coming towards her from the opposite end of the otherwise deserted passageway. The Avatar was dressed in her usual day-wear of tunic and trousers, and appeared pleasantly surprised to see her. She grinned goofily around a half-cored apple, a signal which Asami mimicked, and then silently stepped to her right to give the heiress room to walk past her. For some unknown reason, Asami felt the need to move to her left, essentially blocking Korra's intended path. Korra, some ten yards away still, stalled and sidestepped again. Still smirking, Asami did too. The Avatar narrowed her eyes and crouched some, swaying to the right once more and Asami moved in time, but before she could step forward the Avatar grinned jauntily and turned on her heel, sprinting suddenly back towards the galley and for no other reason than the fact that Korra was running, Asami took off after her.
"Hey!" She shouted, laughing, as they started to race down the narrow hall and then Korra vanished through a hatchway. Asami wasn't easily outdone however and she stooped to turn after her. They entered into the white-tiled ship's kitchen and she could see Korra leap cat-like over a counter for the opposite door, stunning a poor kitchenhand. The heiress swerved the counter and lost a few yards but once in the next hall she quickly gained on the other girl. "You can't outrun me, Korra," she blithely insisted, catching pace as they closed in on the catwalk above the ship's main parlor, making for the bridge.
"Don't have to," Korra threw back over her shoulder and then jumped and twisted her way over the edge of the railing, using a gust of air to soften her landing on the floor below. She turned to grin up at Asami, and even stuck out her tongue. "Let's see you pull that off, 'Miss Future Industries'," she teased and then took off for a doorway to the promenade. Asami didn't even pause long enough to rise to the jeer, and instead raced back down the passageway and past the galley to make a sharp left out of a door that spilled her onto the sun-bathed deck. She looked around but only saw Jinora and Bolin playing on top of Oogie at the far end of the deck, and no sign yet of the Avatar.
Warry now, she bit her lip and crouched slightly as she slunk under the deck's eves, eyes flitting about for sign of her intended quarry. She skirted a few lounge chairs and began to peer around corners but Korra was nowhere in sight, and she was starting to wonder if the girl had ducked back inside when a closet door opened just behind her.
"Tag!" Korra yelled with delight and wrapped around Asami's middle, tugging her backwards and into the closet with her.
"Damnit," Asami giggled and attempted to pry Korra's hands off of her as the door swung closed, leaving them in a cramped storage closet with the only illumination coming from the small porthole of the door. "You cheated!"
"You're the one challenging the Avatar," Korra pointed out and loosened her grip enough so that Asami could twist to face her.
Suddenly the heiress was very aware of the fact that they were alone in the dark space of the closet, and that she could feel Korra's slight panting on her throat.
"So, you got me," she prompted, voice growing low as she watched Korra's dim features.
"Yeah," she agreed in a similarly thick tone, and then she began to meander closer. Intentionally, her lips took Asami's and she could smell that comforting, familiar bouquet of Korra's skin and wind-swept hair. Instantly, the heiress needed more than the smell of it and she lifted a hand into the girl's wolftails, cradling her face close as they absorbed one another's senses. Korra's tongue flicked into her mouth, almost tentatively, and Asami leaned forward to press fuller against her. The confined space was made smaller by the mops and crates of towels, as well as buckets and scrub brushes and a shelf full of various soaps. Aside from the cool darkness which the closet offered, it was hardly a comfortable place to be making out with her girlfriend in but, strangely, Asami didn't mind. Something about the unusual environment was vaguely appealing, though she was still taken by surprise when she felt Korra's mouth shift and land lower on her chest.
"Korra," she sighed, unsure, but the Avatar's hands were already kneading down her curves, hitching up her shirt to dig her fingers into the skin of her lower back. She started to tease at the waist of Asami's trousers, and the heiress shivered at the tactile feel of those strong fingers.
"I got you, right?" Korra reminded, a hint of typical mischievousness in that whisper. She rose back to Asami's mouth and the engineer felt her apprehension waver while Korra's hips lifted against hers. Unconsciously, she shifted her feet further apart and, clearly in-tune, Korra moved her thigh between to make easy contact with her center. Asami's sigh rose into a soft moan of want, which apparently only worked to embolden the brash Water Tribe girl. Her mouth lowered down her throat and then suddenly she vanished, dropping to her knees in front of Asami while her fingers began to work at the buttons of her jodhpurs.
"Oh," Asami cooed, worrying her bottom lip as her fingers started to thread back into Korra's hair as she debated. This was ridiculous, they'd made love that morning already, so why was she so excited now as Korra-
She purred into another moan as she felt those hot lips on the cusp of her mound and Korra actually groaned back at her, as if excited simply by the darkness of Asami's curls. She looked down the valley of her body at the woman kneeling in front of her and tugging down her trousers and panties to kiss along her lips, each touch sending a soft volt through her. They couldn't be doing this, Asami's higher thought insisted, not in a janitor's closet like a pair of horny teenagers.
'But we sort of are...' she considered just as Korra' tongue electrified her by flicking between her lower lips and the heiress arched upward slightly from the unexpected intensity.
Then, just outside the door, Asami heard a sound which caused her heart to skip another beat. Footsteps, and two pairs of them.
"Korra wait," she hissed but the Avatar ignored her, opening her mouth instead to arch her tongue upwards to Asami's taut pearl. She clenched down on a groan, half of her mind following the steps outside the door while the baser half was focused on the soft, wet warmth rolling against her.
Tenzin's voice... she could recognize it but not the words and she actually grabbed a fistful of Korra's hair to halt her.
"Stop," she mouthed, desperately, but in the faint light of the small porthole Korra only cocked a stubborn brow up at her and pressed a kiss to Asami's thigh. The gesture, small as it was, positively shivered through Asami. The engineer was utterly incapable of stopping her again as Korra drew nearer once more, and returned to her intimate, deep kissing while Asami's mind reeled. There were people nearby; someone could come open the closet door any minute and see them this way. It would be humiliating and awkward and so many other awful things but none of this made Korra's tongue feel any less incredible against her swollen sex. In fact, she only wanted more and as if reading her thoughts, Korra's pace began to hasten. Her arms linked around Asami's thighs, pushing her back on top a crate and lifting her hips towards the Avatar. Asami's mouth hung open, her eyes shut tight in defense to these rising waves of pleasure which her girlfriend was dragging through her, almost forcefully.
"N-n..." she stuttered, not wanting to climax like this in a storage closet, half in public, but the instant that she realized how dangerously close they were to be noticed she toppled over the edge of her orgasm and came with a gasping cry into her palms. Korra held to her tightly, not allowing her to escape as Asami's body spasmed with indecent pleasure. At the last, once her breathing started to level, Korra finally pulled away to leave damp kisses on her thighs and then grinned up at her with the full smug glow of a satisfied devil.
"What were you saying?" She wondered in a whisper and stood to wrap her arms back around Asami's waist. The heiress, exhausted and overwhelmed, simply laid her cheek on her shoulder.
"Don't you think that was a little… reckless," she asked, weakly. "We almost got caught."
"Asami, it's not like someone was going to come in here," Korra assured and kissed her neck. "No one cleans on this ship, but you. And me, when you make me." They were quiet a moment more as they both enjoyed Asami's afterglow, but then the Avatar started grinning again. "You know, I think you liked almost getting caught."
Asami jerked some, annoyed by the thought. "That's not true."
"Are you sure about that? You didn't exactly last long."
The heiress couldn't lie about the accuracy of the statement, but the thought made her scowl in reflection. Was her tendency for thrill-seeking actually bleeding into her sexual life? Was that a bad thing?
She sighed and kissed Korra, stroking her cheek with the backs of her fingers. "Let's just not make a habit of it," she tugged suddenly on the girl's wolftail and gave her a firm glower. "And next time I say stop, that means you stop."
Korra winced but chuckled. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry."
But they both knew that she wasn't.
Korra sat comfortably beside Asami on her girlfriend's bed, watching the heiress's fair, nude body settle from an orgasm which had almost alerted the ship's staff. They really needed to find a way to keep the engineer quiet if she was going to make noises like that, and Korra had every intention of continuing to make Asami sing.
From under her pillow, Asami's voice wearily lifted enough to say, "You might be a pussybender."
Korra grinned hugely and shifted upright onto her knees, fists poised on her hips. "Only the Avatar can master all four elements, plus pussy."
Asami's body curled up into a fit of heaving giggles while Korra started to reach for her legs.
"NO don't you dare!" She beseeched but Korra managed to grasp an ankle.
"Asami, I have to train!" She insisted, laughing as she fought her way between her girlfriend's legs. "The Avatar needs to master pussybending!"
Asami's twittering was mingled with gasps of 'not yet' but soon shifted into another long peel of pleasure.
They were in Asami's bed and all they could hear was the perpetual drone of the airship as it coasted along through the crystal night. They'd excused themselves from the after-dinner activities early, both citing different reasons, and then rendezvoused in Asami's suite to eagerly undress and explore. Asami held Korra beneath her, nuzzling into the cloying heat of her throat while the Avatar writhed with soft anticipation, though Asami's wandering hands were only teasing. Tonight she did not feel her usual rush to finish each other with repetition and was actually surprised by a sense of patience settling in her chest. It felt as if she had all night to enjoy this half-feral beauty in her arms, and a thought occurred to her as she dragged her lips down Korra's shivering throat. Maybe tonight would be a good time for what she had been planning...
"Hey," she murmured, pulling from Korra and tossing her hair over a shoulder. "I have a surprise for you."
Korra appeared as if she were already surprised. "Really?"
She bit her lip and nodded with a secret grin. "It's... different," she began to shift off the other girl and in the subtle lamplight she was awarded with a stunning image of Korra's athletic, bronze body in Asami's rich blankets. She smirked greedily down at the other woman but finally turned away, while The Water Tribe girl leaned on an elbow to peer at her as she walked for her chest of drawers.
"You say that like you don't think I'll like it," Korra pointed out and Asami considered that as she pulled a carefully wrapped package from her linens drawer.
"I guess I'm hoping you'll like it," she responded, faced away from her, as she pulled the paper apart to reveal a selection of garment straps. She collected these and began to dress herself, slipping the black fabric up around her pale hips and thighs, and then making adjustments as she saw fit. Korra was curiously quiet as she dressed, and she half wished that she'd make a joke simply to cut any of the building tension. She could feel Korra watching her, and somehow she just knew that it was with admiration rather than disdain; it was a strangely satisfying but frightening sense. She liked that Korra was attracted to her, but whereas she had felt smug over that attraction from others she only blushed under Korra's gaze. With Korra, her confidence felt half-faked.
Asami took a breath and turned to show Korra just what the surprise was, putting on an aloof expression to add to her faux image of certainty but she slightly deflated when Korra fell forward into an immediate fit of giggles.
"Wh-what is that?" She stuttered, leering with amused shock at the rubber phallus Asami had hitched to the front of her garment. Asami put a hand on her waist, knocking her hip to the side.
"It's a cock," she stated simply, as if Korra were being ridiculous.
"Where did you even get that?"
"I made it."
Korra's laughing quieted. "...You're kidding, right?"
"No, I got the idea a while ago and thought I might make a subsidiary for novelties, in case I really couldn't start selling mechtanks. It's a prototype but it wasn't difficult to design. Just a silicone mold and some stitching, really."
Korra just shook her head and leaned her cheek on her fist, looking at her. "Well, take it off. It's in the way."
Asami resisted a heavy sigh and instead she took a step towards the bed. "Actually, I wanted to use it."
The girl's expression faltered. "Wait, what?"
Asami crawled on the bed into a kneel, the look on Korra's face making her pause. "I thought... we could use it together."
At once, Korra stiffened. She flicked her water-blue eyes from her to the toy in between them with growing apprehension. "I don't know, it seems weird."
"Weird?" She asked, genuinely perplexed.
"Yeah... I mean we're girls and that's like... like a guy thing."
Asami nodded slowly. She had expected Korra to laugh but she was surprised by her partner's general hesitation.
"It is a guy thing," she teased a little and brushed a hand forward to Korra's. "But, I thought it might feel good. I mean, I can't really get that deep on my own." Korra blushed as crimson as Asami's pillows, something which Asami noted with interest. She tilted her chin as she had a flash of sudden insight. "Is this about Mako?"
She was aware that the two had been sleeping together, even if Korra never said as much. It had been clear that Korra wasn't a virgin when they began being intimate with one another, and there were few options as to why that would have been.
Korra groaned and heaved herself backwards into the pillows. "No," she grumbled and rubbed at her face. "I just... I didn't really have a great time with him, but I do have a really great time with you. I don't think we need to mess with that."
Asami was disappointed but she smiled, climbing onto her obviously distressed girlfriend. "Okay, sure," she agreed and began to kiss Korra's cheeks, wanting to put her back at ease. Her arms wrapped around the woman, holding her dearly while she kissed into her hair and after a moment Korra's arms laced about her back again; then she was fighting to find her lips. The heiress sighed with mixed relief and growing passion, glad to know that Korra didn't want to give up on their night over the awkwardness which the toy had created, but still she wondered why it made her so uncomfortable in the first place. Was Mako just that bad? Or was she on the verge of learning something about her girlfriend which she didn't yet know?
Their kissing intensified and as tongues met in between their grasping lips, Asami began to forget about the toy all together. Unconsciously, she rocked her hips against Korra's and the way the tool pressed between them created a stark reminder. The Avatar tensed and Asami lifted off her, though her apology curtailed when she saw the heady blush in Korra's cheeks. The girl was looking down the line of their close bodies and, encouraged by that almost keen glow to her eyes, Asami swayed forward again. Korra's breath hitched and she flicked her glazed eyes up, then Asami could feel the other girl just barely rock towards her.
The engineer lifted up a hand to cup Korra's cheek, holding her close enough that she could feel the brush of her girlfriend's lashes on her cheeks. "You know, it wouldn't be like it was with Mako. This is me."
Korra didn't answer, at least not aloud, but she did nod softly and after a moment she parted her toned legs to allow the other woman closer. Asami leaned into her, clutching the Avatar around her shoulders and waist but before making any further motion, she kissed Korra again.
"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to," she reiterated in a whisper.
Korra cleared her throat. "It's okay. It's you," she murmured back and Asami's entire body warmed with delight. Her hand left its hold for just for a moment in order to adjust and then she angled into Korra with a slow, mindful gesture. She could feel her lover's body tense immediately but then Korra began to move as well until, quite suddenly it seemed, Asami was as deep as the toy would go. She found that she was gasping slightly, for no other reason beyond the excitement of being connected so closely in this shared moment; she looked to Korra for her reaction only to find her eyes closed shut and lip white between her teeth... an expression which Asami recognized as a good one.
She began to nuzzle her way into Korra's throat once again and the other woman's fingers tangled into her thick hair as they thrusted in time against one another. Soon, she could feel the Avatar's muscles relax under her grasping fingers before tightening with yearning for something more. Asami's fervid breaths landed on Korra's ear, and she was taken aback by the effort to move her abdomen this way but still thrilled in every single sigh she pulled from Korra's lips. Korra began to writhe backwards into the bed, back arching up towards her and Asami couldn't help the urge to nip at her shoulder as she could sense the woman's body closing in on her finale.
"Asami," Korra whimpered, her entire frame clenching around her, and suddenly she rocked backwards into the bed in waves of ecstasy. Asami focused her entire effort on continuing in her rhythm until Korra was nothing but spent, damp satisfaction in her arms.
"Sweetheart," she purred and held to her, kissing the sweat that stained Korra's temples. Exhausted, Korra's eyes fluttered opened to finally look at her and she was still blushing just as brightly as before, though she was smiling a little as well.
"...You could make a lot of money with this thing."
Asami snorted and gripped her harder, burying her face into her lover's neck.
Asami's sluggish eyes opened onto a scene of domestic chaos. Korra's clothes and boots were scattered in half-hazard piles around the Avatar's room, along with Naga's saddlebags and a handful of very well loved polarbear-dog toys. Her glider was teetering upon a chair and any of the pillows, sheets, or blankets which Korra had deemed unnecessary had been heaped into a corner. Because the Southern Water Tribe girl slept hot, the nest was made up of practically every linen in the stateroom and Asami, wrapped around her for warmth, could attest to that.
Laying in the early morning light, she studied Korra's wayward room in silence and growing boredom. The Avatar was still asleep, or so her deep breathing suggested... so maybe she would be able to tidy up just a little without being noticed?
She held her breath and very slowly unwrapped herself from Korra's bronze arms to pull away and off the bed, noting happily that the Avatar's smell seemed to have soaked into her skin. Dressed in just her panties and a scarlet undershirt, Asami began to sort her way across the small cabin, picking up discarded items to stack properly. She was determined that Korra was going to spend the day doing her washing as soon as she was able to see the floor. People like the Avatar were the reason cruise-liners had to hire on maid staff.
As she picked up a worn pair of pants she noticed how heavy the pockets were and, not trusting Korra's attention to laundry details, she stuffed a hand inside to pull out a collection of coins, a button, and a handkerchief which she vaguely recognized.
"Wh'r you doin," came Korra's muffled voice from under a pillow and Asami turned to look over at her, holding up the handkerchief in question.
"Are you stealing my stuff now?" She asked, only half-serious. The monogrammed 'A.S' at the bottom corner was a dead give-away as to where the kerchief had come from, and she had never seen Korra use one herself.
The girl opened a single blue eye to examine her from under the pillow, otherwise unmoving. "You gave me that," she yawned and burrowed herself further into the bed. "In Harbor City. When my dad was goin' to jail. Remember?"
Now that she thought about it, Asami did seem to recall that gift. She looked from the square of cloth back to girlfriend with a softened expression. "You kept it?"
"I keep everything you give me," she answered sleepily and closed her eyes, rolling to her stomach.
Asami titled her head, pouting fondly at her adorable and unintentionally irresistible Avatar. She studied the handkerchief and then folded it neatly to slip back into Korra's pocket before padding on bare feet for the bed. She crawled onto the sparsely dressed mattress and straddled one leg on either side of Korra's hips, and leaned to lift up the pillow in order to join the woman underneath it.
Korra's girlfriend had that possessive look in her eye, the look which informed her that Asami was about to do something extraordinary to her and it caused the Avatar to shiver with quiet delight.
Sex with Asami was unlike anything she'd enjoyed with Mako, and Korra was thrilled for that. Whereas her relationship with Mako had been much like a stuttering flame; quick to heat and quick to flicker out, with Asami it was more like a constant, slow burn. Sometimes she wondered if the difference lay in their gender, but she supposed that it just as easily could have been their personalities. Mako was a person who never seemed able to decide what it was he wanted, while Asami not only knew her own desires but pursued them with purpose. Korra, as it happened, was certainly one of her desires.
The heiress swayed towards her, naked but for that silly toy on her hip, and knowing just how well the woman could use it caused Korra's heartbeat to quicken. She was glad that she'd given the thing a chance, in the end, and also glad that Asami had been so sympathetic to her original discomfort to begin with.
"This again?" She asked, teasing as Asami slid onto the bed.
"What's wrong?" She simmered back, nipping sweetly at Korra's shoulder. "I thought you liked it."
Korra made a humming sound in return and Asami trailed her nose up to Korra's ear.
"Right?"
"Mmmm," she sighed, eyes closing as she enjoyed her partner's warmth but Asami pulled away somewhat.
"Korra," she stated the name in a tone that quickly broke her from the lascivious route her mind was traveling. She blinked at the other woman, confused as to what had caused the change. "You're doing it again."
"Doing what?" She demanded, grimacing.
"Shutting down."
She shook her head, taken aback. "What are you talking about?"
Asami sighed a little and settled her weight onto her side. "Sweetheart, every time I try to ask you about something we do in bed you quit talking. I can barely get you to nod your head."
Korra scoffed and rolled her eyes, growing irked. "Well what do you want me to say?" Sex was something you did, it wasn't something discussed at length.
"Don't get so frustrated, I'm not accusing you of anything. I just want to be able to know if you like something or not."
"I mean, if I get off doesn't that say I liked it?" It seemed obvious enough to her, at least. Asami had liked what she did in that closet upstairs for example, otherwise she wouldn't have made such a mess.
"I could be doing a lot of things in between though that you might not like, and I'd never know it. "
She sighed, relenting. Clearly this was important to Asami, and besides that she supposed there was some truth to the engineer's logic. "...Okay, okay. I'm sorry." She shrugged some, trying to find a way to respond that made sense but only feeling more boorish the longer she hesitated. "It's just, hard to get into."
"How come?"
"I don't know," she responded lamely and glanced at the ceiling, more uncomfortable than ever. She didn't have Asami's answer and it felt like she was letting her down. "It just is. Are you going to be mad at me now?"
"No, of course not," her girlfriend ran an affectionate hand up her knee, which helped her to believe her. "But, it's me. We talk about everything, can't we talk about this?"
Korra forced herself to look back at Asami and took a breath, relaxing some. She was right, she could talk to Asami about things she couldn't with anyone else. No one ever made her feel as listened to or valuable as Asami did, and whether it was Avatar fears or private annoyances Asami was always the person to help her workout her thoughts or feelings. With that in mind, maybe she could try to actually bridge this line of conversation as well.
"Okay, fine. What do you want to know?"
She made a harmless shrug."... Do you like the toy?"
"Yeah," she answered brusquely.
Asami's lips drew into a thin line and she was quiet a moment, proof that Korra wasn't reacting the way that the other woman wanted.
"...Okay, I think I might have a better idea." She leaned back over Korra and kissed her softly, taking Korra by surprise, and then with growing heat until she could flick her tongue freely into Korra's mouth. The Avatar kissed her back, lifting a hand to her cheek until Asami withdrew with a bittersweet smile and asked, "Was that hot, or cold?"
"Wh-what?" Korra blinked at her.
"Hot..." she brushed forward again, suckling Korra's bottom lip between her teeth and the Avatar sighed wantonly. "Or cold?"
Korra took in heavy breaths, looking up at her companion with curiosity but slowly she swallowed and whispered back, "Hot."
Asami smirked and teased her lips to Korra's ear then pulled at her lobe, gently nibbling. "Hot, or cold?"
"...Hot."
The kissing continued as Asami's lips moved down the line of her throat and towards her chest. "Hot," Korra muttered, clearing her throat and then the woman's mouth found her nipple, swallowing her whole. "R-really hot," she groaned, feeling flushed with the heat of her lips and hasty tongue. She gripped a hand into Asami's hair to keep her close while a rush of electricity shot through her spine. Now her lover's palms were climbing up her body, soft but deft as she cupped Korra's breasts and kneaded into them with her want. A moment later and one of Asami's hands ventured downwards again, scraping nails along her abdomen and then into the curls of her mound. Still mouthing at her breast, she slipped her fingers inside and Korra's lips parted in a small gasp. "Hotter."
She could feel Asami roll against her, her strokes firm and sure and for a moment she simply relaxed into them, wanting her girlfriend to lead her gently along... but then Asami stopped.
"Cold," Korra winced, looking up at her with an awkward grin but Asami answered by nipping at her chin.
"Roll over," she suggested in a whisper. Korra, however, startled.
"Why?"
The heiress arched a brow at her. "Because I think you'll like it," she explained with careful patience but Korra was unable to describe the reason for her immediate discomfort.
"I'm not really the 'roll over' type..." and she wasn't. She'd always been trained that having a back to an enemy was a quick way to get taken down... but Asami wasn't an enemy and this wasn't a fight. It was, in fact, the polar opposite of a fight.. so why did she feel so on guard? She frowned softly, debating inwardly while Asami pushed their mouths together once more, which was terribly distracting.
"Korra, it's okay," she said as she paused their kissing again, leaning her forehead against hers. "You don't have to act so tough when it's just us. I don't care about any of your 'Avatar image', I just want you to feel good."
Korra's eyes flicked open and she could feel how hard she was blushing. "Who says I'm acting..." she stammered weakly, looking away.
Asami stroked her cheek. "You always let me take charge in bed. Is that hot, or cold?"
Korra let out a breath and brought her eyes back up to hers. "Hot."
Asami's grin was positively benevolent. "Roll over."
Korra considered the request for another moment, but realized that there really was no reason to not simply trust in Asami as she always had. It wasn't as if the heiress was going to hurt her, and very unlikely that she'd laugh at her, and it was just such a small request. She could at least try, right?
She rolled slowly to her front and at once gasped when she felt the other woman's mouth burning along her shoulder blades, carefully caressing the musculature of Korra's spine with her lips. Korra murred pleasantly, enjoying the subtle attention, and quickly found she was able to relax. So much so that she felt bewildered as to why she'd felt so uncomfortable at all. Asami's body layered over hers, one arm wrapping around her chest while the other directed Korra's legs apart, and then she could feel the bulge of the toy being led inside of her.
She gasped audibly as Asami worked against her, fingers curling into the sheets while her partner took her so possessively. Hands were moving and stroking her skin, her sighs were being met with soft panting at her shoulder and all the while she was sheltered by her girlfriend's dynamic body.
"Hot or cold?" Asami asked in her ear and Korra struggled to respond, "Hot, hot..."
Asami was right: Korra didn't want to take the lead when making love. She enjoyed the ease of not being expected to perform, which allowed her to simply relax into her companion's embrace without having to worry over whether she was doing something correctly. Her entire life was a constant struggle to figure out the correct thing to do, and the moment she accepted the fact that she wanted Asami to take away the burden in this theater of their life she found herself shifting backwards against Asami as well.
'I just want you to feel good.'
Korra dug her teeth into the pillow and, unconsciously, began to let go of her irrelevant image. Behind the privacy of a closed door she wasn't the Avatar. In Asami's arms she was, if briefly, just Korra, and she was trembling with building pleasure. Asami's satin warmth, her hushed sighs, her constant motions all coalesced to bring Korra up and over into a climax she hadn't expected until writhing heat resounded through her tired body to leave her placidly in the sheets.
She felt Asami relax her weight on-top of her, their bodies melding damply as they quieted together. "Hot?"
Korra wearily cleared her throat. "Burning. Can you just… do this for a little while?"
"Do what?" She asked from behind her.
"Hold me."
There was a pause and then she felt Asami's lips pressing into her hair. "Oh, sweetheart," she murmured and tangled her body more tightly around the Avatar's, until they both drifted peacefully off into the night.
It was late afternoon on the airship and the five kids were playing a game of keep-away on the top deck with a very frustrated Naga, who had come to want that sticky plushball more than anything. She chased it from one bender to the other, leaving flecks of drool in her wake but always just a moment too late to snatch it from the air.
Bolin had the ball next and he tucked into a roll, then chucked it to Jinora who used a sphere of air to spin feet-over-head and kick it to a smirking Asami. She tossed the toy next to Korra and only barely missed a tail-swipe from Naga as the polarbear-dog swiveled to charge her owner. The ball left Korra's hands and landed in Mako's almost at once but Naga's excited momentum was too heavy and she landed in a slobbery mess on top of the Water-Tribe girl. Naga didn't appear to believe that Korra didn't have her toy and intent on finding it, she shoved her nose and then her tongue against the laughing Avatar's face while Korra tried to push back at her in vain.
"Naga, I don't have it!" She insisted but the animal only whined back.
"Naga!" Mako waved the ball around in an attempt to rescue Korra from a vengeful tongue-bath. "Here girl!"
Naga's flat head turned around and she bounded immediately at Mako, who threw to Bolin.
Korra got to her feet and started to tug off her dark blue hood, which was now almost dripping with Naga slobber but when Asami noticed the stain of burberry red no. 31 all over the Avatar's neck, just above her tunic. She rushed to her side, features taut.
"Korra, you've got lipstick on you," she whispered and Korra wiped the back of her hand at her mouth before Asami pointed to her throat.
"Whoops," she grimaced, chagrined, and tugged the hood quickly back on before anyone noticed. The two shared a wry look and then Korra started to laugh. "I guess I have to take another shower."
Asami colored and nearly missed the ball being thrown at her.
Asami huffed and wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead before prying the cylinder panel off the mechanism which she was examining. The maintenance walkways outside the gas chambers were designed to be safe for the crew but it was still quite stuffy and warm this close to the turbines. She placed the piece carefully on the catwalk grate and peered into the container for the gear she could hear grinding differently than the others.
"Korra can you aim that light over here?" A beam of yellow light flooded the space, revealing the deviating piece in question and Asami tutted to herself before reaching inside with her tool to feel out the problem. "You really don't have to hangout in here with me," she reminded her companion as she worked but Korra, seated with her legs crossed in front of her and holding the flashlight, just shrugged.
"You're the only fun thing to do on this ship," she yawned. Asami paused, giving the girl a sardonically arched eyebrow while Korra had time to re-consider what she'd just said.
The Avatar flushed. "That's not what I meant," she amended hastily. "I mean, hanging out with you is... ugh!" She rolled her eyes and the corner of Asami's mouth lifted as she went back to her work.
"...Did I ever show you where we keep the auxiliary turbine?"
An hour later and they were rolled together in the spare compartment behind the backup turbine, nestled atop a pile of unused clothes and nuzzled together in the dimness of the ship's storage. Korra's cheek rested peacefully on Asami's abdomen while the heiress played in her hair with lazy fingers. Amber service lights made cool shadows and warm highlights of their hair and skin and the steady roll of the compartments and mechanisms was deceptively lulling.
"I'm starting to think we're addicts," Korra muttered and Asami chuckled back.
"Why?"
"We do this like five times a day. I don't even eat that much."
"Well..." Asami trailed, suggestively, and picking up on the lewd implication Korra sniggered into Asami's stomach. "You know what I mean."
"Yes. I know what you mean. So, what's your point?" She asked in a voice laced with sleepiness.
"I dunno. Do you think it's normal to get turned on every time you see someone?"
"Someone you love, yes."
Korra quieted and gripped her arms around Asami more firmly, her muscles swelling with a brief strain as she held to her. She marveled, not for the first time, at how happy it made her to simply be able to hold Asami but for an unknown reason she recalled how awful it had been when she couldn't. The weeks before they'd first discovered their feelings for one another had been laced with so much disquiet and confusion, and then the months without her had simply been repression. It frustrated her to remember the mistakes she'd made towards her relationships, even if lessons had been learned through them. "I can't believe I was so stupid," she uttered after a pause and felt Asami shift slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"When we broke up. I know I said it was about 'us' but it really wasn't at all, and then I almost lost this for good."
Asami's voice was delicate and low when she responded. "You were in a lot of pain."
"I was, but hurting you didn't make it any better. That wasn't fair." She leaned up to look at her, not sure where this regret was coming from but wanting to make it right. "I'm really sorry that I did that, Asami."
The heiress tilted her head, regarding her in silence, and then lifted her arms up for her. Korra slid easily forward into her embrace.
"Just don't do it again," Asami ordered in a soft lilt into her ear, clinging to her, and Korra grinned fiercely.
"I won't. I'm not going anywhere."
Korra's mouth found Asami's and for a while she simply breathed the other woman in, hands making small, warm trails along the heiress's body but it wasn't long before their kissing became more ardent and Korra's hands more purposeful. She cupped her lover's full breasts and gradually ran her palms lower towards her center, thrilling in the gentle noises she won from Asami until she finally slipped gently inside to feel that liquid heat. Asami's head hung back upon the curtain of her black hair, lips parted and sighing while Korra bent to kiss along her chest as she pumped her hand in a slow tempo.
Despite the multitude of times they had lain like this, even that very morning, Korra was still amazed not only by how much she wanted Asami but also by her excitement for what their future lovemaking would evolve into. Her girlfriend was creative, something which should not have been very startling, however Korra was enjoying more than just Asami's desire for adventurism. She liked the way in which they would tease and laugh between their embraces, and how Asami didn't seem to mind Korra's energy and didn't condescend her for her uncertainties. With Asami, sex was practically effortless… and all the more so once Korra had started to just trust her partner and her partner's intentions. Letting the engineer be their lead in the bedroom had magnified Korra's interest in sex even more, and when Asami had teased her that maybe she'd one day tie Korra to the bed, the Avatar had been shocked by how appealing the image was.
The Hot or Cold game which Asami had invented had been hugely transformative for Korra as well, creating a more gradual way for her to find her own comfort zone, even if she did have to occasionally answer 'cold'.
Cradling Asami to her and curling her fingers so wonderfully deep, she watched through desire-heavy eyes as her lover tugged fistfulls of her own hair between her hands and squirmed with growing pleasure. Her sounds caused Korra to flush, regardless of how many times she'd heard them before, but she couldn't help but to wonder if Asami was as happy with their lovemaking as she was. Abruptly, a memory of a previous exploration surfaced and caused Korra a twinge of curiosity. There was something which the engineer had briefly attempted that Korra hadn't cared for, but would Asami? She chewed on the idea for a moment, while actually chewing on Asami's ear, and then came to a decision.
"Hot, or cold?" She asked playfully and Asami smiled, eyes shut.
"Hot," she murmured back, rolling her hips against Korra's hand.
Korra grinned and then withdrew her damp fingers from Asami's heat to explore just a bit lower, making a tentative circle, and at once Asami cheeks glowed a brilliant pink though she made no attempt to halt her. Korra watched for her expression as she kneaded at her with care, and saw her lover bite down on her bottom lip endearingly.
"...Hot," she whispered, breathless, and Korra pinched back a wanton sound by pressing a hard kiss to her mouth.
She was unsure of herself, but watching Asami's piqued features gave her confidence to slowly work past the tightness of her body, until the heiress was murring into her mouth. She could feel Asami's hips making tentative contact to her hand and when she pushed her thumb back into her heat as well, Asami's voice almost rose above the din of the machines. Clutching at Korra's shoulders, the heiress gradually melted into a long, hard orgasm which almost exhausted Korra in her effort to ride her girlfriend through.
Trembling, Asami broke from her to relax back against their makeshift pallet of discarded clothes and covered her eyes with a hand. Korra eased her fingers out and placed her nose back into her lover's hair to enjoy the mingling flowery perfume and sweat. They were quiet for a very long time, holding one another in mutual stillness, before Asami finally muttered thickly, "You know, I can't be like this with anyone else."
Korra grinned where she couldn't see. "Because you love me?"
"Because, I love you."
Author's Note part II: I wanted these intimate scenes between the characters but I wasn't really interested in taking regular intervals from the plot of the story, so instead I combined them into one lengthy and rather exhaustive chapter.
Next time, the affair becomes less secret