They stumbled into the hotel room, Asami reaching behind her to insert her key card as Korra pressed her into the door. They almost fell as the door swung open, inviting them into the darkened room. Asami fumbled along the wall, her fingers flicking the little entry light on. Her lips were pressed to Korra's, her tongue teasing as her fingers tugged at the button on Korra's jeans.
Korra's hands slid under Asami's shirt as she walked her backwards towards the bed. She pulled it up and over her head, tossing the garment towards the corner. Her hands slid over smooth, ivory skin and brushed against black lace. She kissed along Asami's jaw, down her neck, nibbling, feeling the erratic rhythm of Asami's pulse beneath her tongue. She inwardly cursed as her glasses slipped down her nose, but she didn't dare remove a hand from Asami's body to push them back up.
Asami moaned at the hot tongue that flicked against her skin, she rolled her hips forward, pressing them against Korra. Spirits, she was burning up. She felt an electric buzz coursing through her, radiating from her core, each press of lips, and caress of fingers caused it to throb with need. She all but shouted in triumph as she gained entry to Korra's jeans, shoving her hand past denim, and damp cotton underwear. She slid her fingers through slick heat, her skilled fingers pressing instantly against Korra's clit.
At the first press of fingers Korra groaned, trembling at the contact, her head falling weakly against Asami's shoulder as her hips bucked forward, asking for more. She buried her nose in the crook of Asami's slender neck, the scent of vanilla clinging there. She gasped at the feeling of a finger circling her entrance, her head growing foggy, as she was lost to the sensation, to the pleasure and stretch of the two fingers that entered her. She focused on meeting the shallow thrusts, on pressing her hips greedily into the palm that rubbed so enticingly against her clit. She clung to Asami, her knees trembling as her pleasure mounted, her fingers pressing into supple flesh. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, as her orgasm came to a head, spilling over, her mind went completely blank, her eyes shot wide, and she bit down on a delicate collar bone to keep from screaming.
Asami hissed at the pain, her free hand snaking up to grab Korra by the hair, she gave a sharp tug, and captured the woman's lips with her own, all the while milking ever tremor she could from the woman. She maneuvered Korra around, letting her practically melt into a puddle on the mattress. She watched Korra's chest heave, saw her body shake, and gave her a minute to recover. She shimmied out of her jeans, taking her time working them down her hips, feeling bright blue eyes on her as she did. She left them in a heap on the floor, reached behind her to undo her bra, and let it slide to the ground.
Korra sucked a desperate lungful of air in, the sight of Asami's all but naked form kicking her brain back into gear. She felt a new surge of energy. She wiggled out of her jeans and underwear, catching the upward and approving twist of Asami's lips. She grabbed her shirt by the hem, lifted it up over head, feeling fingers trail up her sides in the process. She let Asami remove her bra, let her press her down into the mattress, settling over her, their bodies pressed together.
Asami giggled, looking down into Korra's face, seeing her glasses skewed, and this ridiculous smile on her lips. She reached up and slowly pulled Korra's glasses away.
"I can't see without those." Korra protested, reaching out, her strong grip on Asami's wrist.
Asami ducked her head, pressed a kiss to swollen lips. "Baby, all you need to do is feel." Her voice was thick with desire as she pressed her thigh against Korra's already sensitive core.
Korra moaned, her grip loosening, deciding her hands fit better on ample hips. She wasn't completely blind without her glasses, everything was just blurry. She could see enough that when Asami shifted forward, stretching to lay the glasses on the nightstand, her chest in Korra's face, Korra craned her neck and captured a perfect little pink nipple with her mouth. She rolled her tongue over it as she gave a hardy suck, her teeth pinching and scraping as Asami's hand came around behind her neck, pulling her closer.
Asami bit at her bottom lip as she pressed down against Korra's firm thigh, her panties rubbing delightedly. It wasn't what she wanted though, she wanted something more, no, she needed it. She rolled, Korra following, switching her places. She tugged her in for a fierce kiss, clashing teeth as she nipped at Korra's bottom lip, then soothing it with her tongue.
"Touch me." She demanded, lifting her hips, letting Korra jerk the last garment down.
Korra was in a frenzy, her heart and mind raced. She clamped down on her thoughts before they got out of hand, given the chance she knew she'd second guess herself, second guess this whole situation. She didn't need her brain for this, it was sex, something she'd done before, she didn't need to think, just feel. Or rather, taste. She smirked as she felt Asami jump at the first swipe of her tongue. She took a second one, a long, slow stroke with her tongue pressed flat, pressing hard, dragging each little, individual taste bud over a hot core, and then a twitching clit. She stopped there, ravishing the sensitive bundle of nerves with licks and flicks. She swirled her tongue against it, pulling it into her mouth for a gentle suck.
Asami weaved her fingers into Korra's hair, fisting it, holding her in place as the woman worked her devilish tongue over her. She moaned and twisted against the sheets, it felt so good, god it was blissful. She didn't want it to end, but at the same time, she wanted that delicious, staggering wave to wash over her.
"Fingers." She growled out, her hips bucking up into Korra's mouth as two fingers slid into her entrance. She shuddered at the fullness, rocked her hips to meet the first stretching thrust and the next. Yes, this was closer to what she wanted, that beautiful feeling of those fingers curling up, hooking at just the right angle. Her breath caught for a moment, a choked and broken moan pouring forth into the night. She reached behind her, her palm flattening against the headboard as she used it for leverage, pushing her hips and clit eagerly against Korra's hand and face.
Excitement coursed through Korra, the pricks of pain from Asami pulling her hair, the way the woman roughly bucked her hips. All of it, it egged her on, encouraged her. She hooked her fingers up with a sharp movement, then pumped them back in. She scrapped her teeth against the inside of Asami's thigh, fastened her hot mouth against the spot, and sucked, knowing she'd leave a mark when she finished. Oh, the sounds she pulled from that perfect mouth as she coaxed the vixen beneath her over the edge.
Asami opened her mouth as the first wave steam rolled her, no sound escaped her throat. She trembled, and shook, her muscles clenching and fluttering around the fingers that continued to work her over. She moaned at the feeling of teeth on her hipbone, fingers scratching against her stomach. Her back arched off the bed, another wave of insurmountable pleasure coursing through her.
"Fuck!" She yelled as warm hands kneaded at her ass, pushing her pelvis up, a hot tongue replacing the pumping fingers. "Oh, fucking hell!" She felt the sudden rush of wetness, felt a spike of both fear and embarrassment at what her body had just done.
Korra felt the flood hit her lips, and spill down her chin. She eased up with her movements, but didn't stop them completely until she felt Asami's hand grow lax in her hair. She placed a kiss to a hip bone, another above her navel, and again to a creamy white breast. She panted as she wiggled her way up Asami's body, being pulled up and into a pair of lips.
Asami's tongue darted out, tasting herself on Korra's mouth. With a sigh she pulled back, letting Korra settle against her. She steadied her breathing as best she could, but could do nothing for the way her heart hammered in her chest. "I am so sorry. I didn't know that would happen." She cringed in embarrassment.
"I'm not sorry it happened." Korra propped her head up on her hand and shrugged, wiping her mouth with the back of her free hand. "So, I take it that was your first time?" She paused, and then clarified. "Squirting I mean."
Asami felt the color rise in her cheeks, and she almost didn't answer. "Yes." She studied Korra's face, watching as her lips tugged up into a smug grin. "Okay, wow, and rude." She pushed gently at her shoulder, relief washing over her.
"Well, I mean, I've never caused someone to do that before, so yeah, I'm feeling kind of," she searched for the right word and came up short. "I feel weird saying proud."
Asami giggled and shook her head. "After that, you should feel proud, cause holy fuck." She stretched, reaching her arms way over her head, curling her toes as her back arched off the bed. "Mmm, I feel so good right now."
Korra chuckled and tentatively rested her free hand on Asami's stomach. "Well, I'd hope so." She smoothed her thumb slowly, back and forth over the soft skin.
Asami felt a familiar stir between her legs at the contact and reached out to lay her hand over Korra's. Her voice was low, almost dangerous sounding as she quietly warned her bedmate. "Don't start something if you don't plan on finishing it."
Korra shivered at the words, and leaned in, her mouth skimming over Asami's ear. "Trust me, I always finish what I start." That was all it took to have Asami pushing her flat against her back, straddling her, and jerking her hands over her head for another round.
Korra woke all at once, sitting straight up in bed, the covers pooling around her waist. She clutched at her head and fought a wave of nausea. She reached blindly for the nightstand, finding her glasses on the second pass. She groaned as she rubbed at her temples, hoping to ease the headache. She was hungover, she wanted coffee, aspirin, and food. She wanted more sleep, but more than anything, she desperately wanted some water.
She eased herself from bed, careful not to disturb the woman next to her. A goofy grin spread across her face at the sight of the woman's bare back and mess of hair. She padded quietly into the bathroom, turned the facet on, and used her hand for a cup. Water had never tasted so good, she gulped it down, and splashed some on her face.
She rolled her shoulders, and twisted, her back popping from the motion. She gave a content sigh as she headed back to the bed, fully intent on morning snuggles. She spied her jeans on the floor, halfway under the bed. She fished her phone from her pocket as it buzzed, announcing the arrival of a text.
"Shit." She whispered as she saw the numerous missed calls from Opal, and Mako. Then her brain registered the time. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." She hastily grabbed her clothes and shoved them on, she was late for work. She looked around, making sure she had everything, and hurried out of the room, ordering an Uber along the way. She sent Mako a text when she hit the lobby, thankful today of all days, was his day off.
Asami stretched when she woke, a full body stretch, reaching her hands way over her head and pressing her feet into the bed. She settled back into the sheets with a smile, her tension from yesterday was gone, she really felt amazing. She rolled to her side, expecting to find the sleeping form of Korra next to her. She frowned at the emptiness of the bed, cold sheets greeted her fingers. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest, only her clothes were still on the floor. She wasn't sure what to think, no note, leaving abruptly. She shook her head, it didn't matter, she'd done one-night stands before, noted none of them had left without at least saying goodbye.
She found the nerve to leave the warmth and comfortable nest of the sheets. She needed to shower. She needed to go back to the hospital, check on her father. With a sigh she turned the water on, letting it heat up while she retrieved her phone. She plugged it into the charger after seeing she didn't have any messages of importance, then went back to the bathroom for her shower.