Warning: This chapter contains a lot of smut. If that's not your thing, scroll to the end to see a summary of what happens in this chapter.
Prompt 4: Lips
Asami straightened out her dress in the mirror, making sure everything was in place. Her hair was loose as it cascaded past her bare shoulders. There were two layers of red fabric to her garment – one light and one dark – which cinched together at her waist due to a deeper red-colored belt. It flowed much like her hair did, the sheer red shawl-like sleeves around her back and upper arms completing the look. She took a gold chained, red-stoned necklace from the dresser beside her and clasped it on. She slid a golden cuff onto each of her wrists, matching both the necklace and the loops of her dress to bring her outfit together. She had picked most of this up at the Fire Nation during her time abroad; red was very much her color, and the Fire Nation was most definitely filled with red and gold garb of all shapes and sizes.
She leaned closer to the mirror as she applied a fresh coat of ruby red lipstick, her "trademark style" – as she liked to call it. She spun one last time, ensuring every detail was perfect, when she heard her phone ping.
Asami rushed over to the bed and read the text.
Hey, Asami, I'm here!
_ _ _ _ _ Okay, I'm coming!
Asami crossed her room and stopped at the mirror one last time, checking over everything once more. With a smile and a wink, she slipped through the doorway and over to the entrance of her apartment. Everything was clean and spotless, just as she liked it. The evening was upon them. There was food warming in the oven. She even set the table with candles and imported sake from the Fire Nation.
Well, "imported".
In other words, she had snuck it with her on the plane. It wasn't a big bottle, but Spirits, it was powerful. And in case it wasn't enough, she also had a bottle of her favorite red wine from the groves on the eastern border of the United Republic of Nations. She scanned her apartment in her peripherals as she approached the door, and just as she had planned it, everything was perfect.
Tonight is going to be a good night.
She twisted the nob and pulled the door open. A smile and a burning blush covered her face at the sight of Korra, who was wearing a long sleeve, white button up shirt with a dark blue, pinstripe vest over it. It was tight against her skin, showing off her curves without a hint of fault. Her pants matched her vest in color and design. Her hair was pulled back into a single tail, which was unusual for her; Asami was more accustomed to seeing Korra in her three wolf tails or with hair too short to tie back.
Not that Asami was complaining. If anything, she thought Korra was absolutely beautiful in this outfit.
Sexy is more like it.
Her flushed cheeks deepened, but lucky for her, she wasn't the only one staring agape at the woman before her.
Korra was in very much the same state, any ounce of smoothness and planning on her face completely gone at this point. There was a hand behind her back, though it hung low with her other one. She eyed Asami up and down, admiring every inch of her. Her outfit. Her hair. Her eyes. But most of all, she stared at her lips, those ruby red wonders that she had missed so much.
"You – you look beautiful, Asami –"
Before Korra could finish, Asami's arms were around her. "You do, too," she whispered, biting her lip after her reply.
"Thanks," Korra embraced her back, careful to keep whatever was in her hand a secret from Asami. "I've missed you. I'm so glad you're back."
"Me, too," she responded as they departed, eyes locking. It had been a whole semester since they saw each other in person, and the day Asami touched back down in Republic City, Korra wanted to see her. The feeling was mutual, of course. So Asami planned a nice dinner at her place, where they could sit in quiet and just enjoy each other's company again.
"I don't know what you're making, but it smells delicious!" Korra beamed, slowly coming down from her frozen internal stuttering.
Asami mimicked her expression. "Thanks! I made one of your favorites." She gestured Korra inside and closed the door.
"Oh? And what's that?" Korra challenged playfully, still keeping her present hidden behind her back.
Asami stepped closer to her, moving in a seductive manner until Korra was against the wall. She ran her fingers across Korra's cheeks, holding her jaw in place. "Oh, you know…" she whispered, an inch away from Korra's ear.
Korra flushed, almost dropping the gift in her hand. She shuddered in anticipation and shut her eyes. "Is it you?"
Asami giggled, successful in her taunting. She pulled away as she laughed. "Nope. It's arctic hen," she continued as she left the hallway and entered the dining room where the table was set.
Korra blinked several times as she descended from her high. The heat inside of her simmered, though it didn't go away completely as her eyes caught Asami's back and rear during her exit.
Spirits.
She shook her head and trotted behind Asami, a goofy grin on her face. Her smile widened when she saw the table set before her. "Wow, Asami. Everything looks so nice and elegant. I think I should have dressed fancier than this," she chuckled, feeling very inadequate in her outfit.
"Nonsense," Asami turned and crossed back over to Korra. She fiddled with her vest as she spoke. "You look adorable," she smirked at her, winking before she left the room.
Korra was a puddle of gushy, blushy messiness.
This is how I'm going to die, isn't it? This is how I go. I'm not going to survive this night.
She tugged on her collar a bit, feeling much too warm much too quickly. She followed Asami into the kitchen and reveled at the smells leaking from the oven. It had, indeed, been arctic hen, and she had no idea how Asami managed to get it; the bird was native to her home in the Southern Water Tribe and even then, it was a delicacy. "How in the world did you get arctic hen?"
Asami smiled. "I have my ways," she replied over her shoulder as she slipped oven mitts on and pulled the hen from the oven.
Korra could tell by its color that it was cooked to perfection. Her mouth watered; she could hear the skin crisp in whatever oils or fats Asami used to roast it in.
She set it on the stove and uncovered several sides: noodles that were in some sort of yellow sauce, mixed-veggie dumplings, and a small bowl of soup, though she couldn't quite tell what was in it.
It wasn't the custom Water Tribe sides that went with arctic hen, but Korra didn't care; it had been years since she had had arctic hen. She would take any sides thrown at her if it meant getting a piece of that breast. "I don't know how you did all this or when you got to be such a good cook, but everything looks delicious Asami," she crossed the kitchen and wrapped her free arm around Asami's waist.
Asami grinned. "I had a bit of practice in the Fire Nation. I had to cook a lot of my meals on my own since their food was too spicy," she chuckled and brushed a piece of her raven hair behind her ear. She rotated so that she was facing Korra's front. Her forearms rested on Korra's shoulders, her eyes getting lost in the oceans before her. A small grumble of her stomach reminded her of what she was doing before she got distracted by her beautiful girlfriend. She turned away and grabbed one of the pans of food. "Can you help me bring the dishes in or is your hand still preoccupied with whatever you've got hiding behind your back," Asami smirked as she walked past Korra into the dining room. She placed the arctic hen in the center of the small table and returned to a blushing Korra.
"How – how do you know?"
"Because I haven't seen that hand since I've opened the door," she giggled as she grabbed two smaller plates of sides. "All that's left is the soup. I think you can get that with one hand, if you still want to keep your surprise a secret."
Korra watched her leave the room and grumbled inside.
Dammit, Asami. You're so observant.
She grabbed the bowl and smirked.
That's okay; you're not the only person who can get things imported.
She joined Asami at the table and placed the soup down. She took the spot across from her without revealing the gift behind her back. She set it on the ground as gentle as she could before returning to her empty plate, a sly smile on her face.
"You're going to make me wait now, aren't you?"
Korra nodded, her expression showing a hint of mischievousness.
Asami chuckled. "Alright, it's your surprise, so you can show me when you want." She picked up a knife to cut into the hen. "Let's eat!"
Korra mimicked her excitement and dug into the food. They split the portions up evenly and spent more time eating than they did talking. It wasn't due to the fact that they had nothing to say to each other; they had plenty to talk about and catch up on after a semester apart. No, they were silent because their mouths were full of delicious food and their hearts were content with everything around them. Asami opened her warmed bottle of sake and poured them each a glass. By the time they finished their meal, they were onto the red wine, each a bit more-than-tipsy despite how much food they ate.
They sat across from the table and stared at each other, stuffed and satisfied from the first meal they shared together since Asami's return. It was at this point that they realized they were much too far apart from each other; the table was small enough, but it wasn't close enough, either.
"Wanna sit on the couch," Asami asked with a gesture of her head to the living room.
"Sounds good to me. You go first, I'll follow in. I want to show you my surprise," Korra responded in pieces, a tad bit tipsier than Asami. While they had consumed the same amount of sake, Asami definitely held her liquor better than Korra.
"Alright," Asami grinned, having forgotten about Korra's secret surprise. She pushed herself to her feet and took both her half full glass of wine and the bottle with her.
Korra followed shortly after with her own glass and the gift she had gotten for Asami. "Okay, are you ready," she called from the entrance as Asami got comfortable on the couch.
"I'm ready."
"Close your eyes," Korra beckoned, taking a sip of wine afterwards.
Asami shut her lids and went so far as to cover her sockets with her hands. She listened as Korra approached. She heard a gentle tap of her glass on the coffee table, felt a plop beside her on the couch. Her nose was soon taking in a familiar scent, but she couldn't quite identify it in her buzzed state.
"Okay, Asami. Open your eyes."
She did as she was told. Tears immediately swelled in them. "Korra – I – how?" Asami's heart was elated as she stared at the flowers before her. They weren't just any flowers, though. They were roses. Kormarter roses. Laced between them were small bunches of lilacs, mock oranges, and pink peonies. She took the bouquet with shaking hands and closed her eyes, inhaling each of their separate aromas as she did so.
"Oh, I have my ways," she boasted, leaning against the back of the couch in as sly of a way as possible. "I hope you like them."
"Korra, I love them. And I love you," she bent over to Korra and gave her a quick – but deep – kiss. It had been their first since she had gotten back, and each of them felt the rush and sparks as if it were their first time all over again. "Where did you find flowers, especially Kormarters, when everything is frozen over?"
"The magical power of the internet, Asami," she chuckled, kissing her cheek after gaining her composure from their last one. "Apparently, Kyoshi Island has a lot of greenhouses and decent climate. Their boutiques manipulate the light and temperature and self-pollinate and what not – it all sounded very long and complicated on the phone. But anyway, I searched around through like twenty different shops and finally found all of the flowers I needed. I had them shipped overnight so that they were as fresh as possible."
"Oh, Korra. This is so sweet of you. I hope it didn't cost too much."
Korra flicked her hand. "I've been saving up for it. I've wanted to do it since you left in the fall, so I set money aside earlier in the year and –"
She was interrupted by another kiss, this one slightly messier than the first. Asami's lips were intoxicating, even moreso than the sake. Korra was left a bit dazed when Asami departed.
"Korra, this is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me. You even remembered my favorite flower. I only told you once."
"Well, it was important to you. And what's important to you is important to me."
Her heart melted. How had she gotten so lucky to have a girlfriend as amazing as Korra was? She wanted to kiss her again, but there would be time for that later.
"I'm going to go put these in water. I think I've got a vase around here somewhere –" Asami jumped to her feet and half-jogged to the kitchen, smelling the flowers with each step.
Korra watched after her in a stupor, ecstatic that her gift went over well. She grabbed her wine glass and finished the last few sips that she had. She filled hers up and topped Asami's off, emptying the bottle.
Asami returned with the flowers in a clear vase, the plastic around the bouquet gone. "They're so beautiful, Korra. I love them so much." She set them in the center of the coffee table and straightened them, still in awe.
This was definitely worth waiting for.
She sat beside Korra and picked up her wine glass. "Filled me up, huh," she chuckled as she took two large gulps.
Korra smiled and threw a hand behind her head. "You and me, both."
"Let's make a toast." Asami held her glass up. "To us. To being friends, to being girlfriends, and to being in love."
"And to being together again at last," Korra added, stretching her arm out to reach Asami's.
"To being together again at last," Asami repeated, clinging their glasses together. She took another swig of her wine and smiled. "No more internet girlfriends and long distancing. I can actually see you in person now. I can touch your face and not just a screen."
Korra finished her mouthful and chuckled. "I'm glad you made it back safely and that you're here," she inched closer, hoping Asami would follow through on touching her face. "I missed you so much, Asami." Korra stared at Asami's red lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss them. When Asami didn't act, Korra took the initiative. She leaned forward and grazed her lips with her own.
Asami was breathless for a moment, a new sensation surging through her. She kissed Korra as soft as she could, her cheeks flushed both from her girlfriend and the alcohol. "I missed you, too," she whispered when their lips no longer touched.
Korra smiled and sipped her wine again. "Tell me all about being in the Fire Nation. What was it like? Who did you meet? Did you do anything fun?"
Asami took a gulp to this, trying to take some of the edge off inside. She usually had better control over her emotions and desires, but the warmth growing inside her was too much to ignore. She shook her mental head and focused on Korra's questions. "I met a bunch of people – mostly other students. I did get to see the Fire Lord, though. That was pretty cool."
"You got to meet Fire Lord Izumi?"
"Not quite," she admitted after another swig. "She spoke at the Academy, but I didn't have any sort of one-on-one with her."
Korra lowered her glass and swallowed. "Really? What was she there to speak about?"
"She wanted to address everything that's been going on in the Earth Kingdom lately."
Korra frowned and took a rather large gulp of her wine. "I'd been hearing about that a lot in my ROTC classes. Things have been escalating for three years now, ever since their monarch died."
Asami nodded and sipped her wine. "Yeah, things have been getting worse there. A lot of people on campus had been uneasy with what was happening. I'm surprised you were even able to get any flowers from Kyoshi Island."
She smiled. "Luckily, Kyoshi is 'separate' from the Earth Kingdom and much harder to conquer, in a sense. Still, though…" Korra looked into her half-full glass, sadness in her expression. "Kuvira needs to be stopped. She's building an empire, just like Chin the Conqueror did centuries ago. I don't know why the nations aren't trying to stop her. People are suffering…" She shook her head and guzzled more of her wine, looking to force these thoughts out of her mind. She brought her attention back to Asami. It didn't take long for her to focus on the woman's ruby-lined lips again; it was one of her favorite parts of Asami. They were just so… beautiful, and perfect, and lovely. She narrowed her lids as she stared. The makeup on her face hadn't smudged yet from their kissing.
Little did Asami know, Korra was looking to change that.
She chugged the rest of her wine and put the glass on the table. "But enough of that." She slid her hands up to Asami's shoulders and pulled her closer so that Asami's knees were on the couch on either side of Korra, the rest of her balanced on Korra's lap with her wine glass in hand. She ran her hands over to Asami's hips and squeezed them. Their eyes locked, a mixture of love and slight intoxication in each. "Tell me more," Korra murmured, her tone almost-sultry. "Tell me everything about your stay in the Fire Nation."
Asami grinned and sipped more of her wine. Sparks flew throughout her as Korra clasped and massaged her hips; it was one of her favorite things. The warmth between her legs grew stronger. A mild pulsing began to thrum. She rested her forearms on Korra's shoulders. "Well, I learned a lot about environmental and structural engineering. It was a nice change of pace from all of the industrial stuff I'd been doing. I met a few people. Stayed in the library most of my time there. Went on walks around the Academy, admiring the view. But something just didn't feel right."
Korra raised her brow. "What do you mean?"
Asami finished her wine and set it on the table behind her. She brought her focus back to Korra, staring deep into her eyes. She put her hands on each side of Korra's face, cradling her jawline. "It felt empty. Lackluster. Because I brought my mind there, but I left my heart behind." She leaned down and kissed Korra's lips, missing their surprising softness and their taste now more than ever. She bit the Water Tribe girl's bottom lip and pulled it as she departed. "I don't intend on doing that ever again." She gazed into the hazy oceans before her, the alcohol and lust and love getting to both of their heads. Asami locked onto her lips once more, the kisses increasing in passion and speed with each breath.
Korra tightened her grip on Asami's hips, luring her deeper and deeper into their kiss. Their tongues met and tangoed. Their lips never stopped. Korra slid her fingers back to Asami's rear and squeezed it.
This forced a muffled moan from Asami's throat. Every inch of her that Korra touched sent her flying off of the deep end. The throbbing got worse. It didn't take long for wetness to intermingle with the warmth between her legs. She rotated her hips, grinding them against Korra's lap in as sexy and as satisfying of a manner as she could. She wanted to be touched, needed to be touched, needed the friction to just rub against her until she was panting and moaning.
It had been much too long for her.
She ran her hands into Korra's hair, clutching her scalp and skipping breaths. Her hips kept going. She pulled Korra towards her, their chests touching, their lips never close enough even though they were in full contact. She tangled the fingers of her right hand into the brown locks and balled her hand into a fist, forcing a gentle tug of Korra's hair.
Korra groaned to this, a deep, primal moan that she had been holding back for too long. She had missed Asami, dreamed about her, about being with her, just like this. And she wasn't going to waste the opportunity.
She also wasn't going to let Asami get away with how much she teased her while she was gone.
Before she could take another breath, Korra had lifted her off of the couch. She wrapped her legs around Korra's waist by instinct alone, her hold on Korra's head stronger to prevent her fall. Not that she really needed the protection; Korra was powerful and she carried Asami around like she was a mere sack of rice. She brought her to the nearest wall and pushed her against it, a bit forceful in her movement.
It was alright, though; Asami liked things rough and Korra knew her limits and boundaries. They had established a protocol long ago and whenever things got too heated, they would stop for the night and do something else. But this shove into the wall only elicited a moan from Asami, the noise begging Korra to do more.
Korra held her up by her rear and massaged her cheeks. She closed any gaps that may have been between them but broke off the kiss.
Asami gasped for air but found herself breathless again as Korra started kissing her neck. The kisses turned into licks, the licks into nibbles. She moved from her neck to her earlobe, where she flicked her tongue over the edge. Asami let out a loud moan and squeezed Korra with her legs. She tilted her head, exposing more of her neck and skin. Her hands were buried in her hair, pulling Korra's mouth closer and closer into her.
Korra moved down to the nook of Asami's neck and sucked on the tender spot.
Asami lost her mind. She moaned Korra's name and ground her hips against her. The throbbing had taken over. She was sure she had soaked her panties. But Korra still wasn't close enough. She would never be close enough. "Bedroom," Asami panted, surprised she was able to form any coherent words in her stimulated state.
Korra refused her half-request, half-demand; she wasn't done with her yet. She sucked on the spot again and bit down on it, pushing the envelope.
Lucky for her, this also drove Asami wild.
"Korra," she whimpered, throwing her head back and pulling Korra more into her. Sweat formed on her brow. The pulsing was unbearable. She was sure she would explode from a single touch between her legs. She tried just that; one of her hands snaked its way out of the brown locks as Korra switched to the other side of her neck. She sucked on all of this side now, knowing that this was Asami's more sensitive side. Her hand froze in place, sparks and surges and waves flying through her. "Fuck, Korra," she exhaled, trying everything she could to get Korra to just touch her, touch her where she needed to be touched. She moved her fingers further south, trying to sneak a rub in.
Korra was having none of it.
She grabbed Asami's defiant arm by the wrist and pinned it against the wall, using her other hand and her body weight alone to hold Asami up.
Asami whined. Her hips kept moving. "Please, Korra."
"Please what," she replied, the response muffled as her mouth was still against Asami's skin.
"Take me to the bedroom."
"Why?" She bit down on Asami's collarbone, satisfied with the large trail of hickeys she left down Asami's neck.
Asami bit her lip and exhaled, trying her damnedest to speak. "I want you to."
"Want me to what?" Korra kissed her way to the bit of cleavage that was exposed from the cut of Asami's dress.
"Take me to the bedroom," she whispered, trying to lean her head down so that she could reach Korra's ear. "Take me to the bedroom and fuck me."
Without an ounce of hesitation, Korra lifted her up, freeing her hand from the wall. She carried her to the bedroom as requested and laid her out on the mattress. Korra kicked her shoes off.
Asami did the same.
She almost jumped onto the bed and crawled on top of Asami. She was hers, after all. Every. Single. Part of her.
Their lips met, Asami completely and utterly at Korra's mercy. She wrapped her legs around Korra's waist and held her jawline. "Touch me, Korra. Please." She was expecting her to disregard her plead until she felt fingers slide between her legs. She gasped and arched her back to the sensation, her head thrown back to the absolute wonder of Korra's fingers against her clit. She didn't even need to take off her dress or her underwear; this was enough for the level of turned on that she was. She rotated her hips against Korra's hand, her legs unraveling and spreading wider against the mattress. It didn't take long for her to feel the pressure building up inside of her. She was on the edge of orgasm when Korra's mouth returned to her neck.
This was the final blow.
Asami felt a tightness in her feet as it all became too much. Every muscle in her body clenched, her nails scraping down Korra's vest. She let out a loud moan as everything released, the throbbing turning into the rhythmic, body shaking pound of an orgasm. She moaned Korra's name over and over again until her climax died out. Her legs loosened until they fell onto the sheets.
But Korra wasn't done yet. Oh no; Korra was just getting started. Because Asami had returned; this was her first night back in Republic City and it was going to end with a bang.
Or several of them.
She placed gentle kisses on Asami's lips, signaling to her that she wanted more.
Asami obliged; she could take another. In fact, she wanted another one. She let out a soft, whimpering sound, the pressure slowly starting to build back up inside of her.
Korra departed for a moment and sat completely still. She waited until Asami opened her eyes. She stared into the peridots and smiled. "I love you, Asami."
She grinned. "I love you, too."
Korra brushed a strand of hair that was stuck to Asami's sweaty face and kissed her forehead. "Do you want to go again?"
"Absolutely."
"Good. Because I have a lot more planned." Korra's expression was mischievous. She kissed her forehead again and moved down to her lips. Her motions were soft, giving Asami a chance to recover. She trailed her neck, proud of the deep marks she had left there, marking Asami as hers. Her fingers danced over Asami's shoulders and tugged on her shawl.
"Mmm, Korra, wait." Asami pushed herself up, Korra immediately moving away with the request.
"Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong? Should we stop?"
"No, no, not at all! I was just going to unzip my dress for you." Asami reached behind her back and pulled the little zipper down. "I don't want you to rip this one."
"Hey, I didn't mean to tear the shoulders off of that dress. I just, well… um –" She blushed and threw a sheepish hand behind her head, unable to come up with a good justification in her nearly-drunken state.
Asami giggled. "It's alright; I forgive you. That's why I'm unzipping this one now," she carried lust in her eyes as she slid the sides of her dress down, "to make it easier for you."
Korra watched her hands move with intent. Familiar straps started to show. By the time the dress had left her torso, Korra's mouth was partly agape. Asami had been wearing the same bra that she teased Korra with for weeks in their video chats.
It was even more beautiful in person.
Her fingers moved to it immediately. They took in the absolute softness of the material, their caressing inadvertently massaging Asami's sensitive breasts.
She stopped taking her dress off. Instead, her hands were behind her against the mattress, her head thrown back and her eyes closed to the sensation. She let out a soft moan, urging Korra on.
"Lay down," Korra whispered in her ear, biting the lobe and squeezing Asami's breasts after the fact.
Asami bit her lip and did as she was told. Her hands found Korra's hair and her fingers wove into her now-loose ponytail. Her arms moved with Korra's descent. Teeth scraped against her nipples through the fabric and she wanted nothing more than for Korra to be closer; that's all she ever wanted, even when they were as close as could be. It would never be enough. Her hands pulled Korra into her breast, beckoning for more.
Korra's hands left her chest and slid to her back. She unclipped Asami's bra with remarkable speed, considering she was usually horrible at getting the clasp open. Her mouth departed only so that she could rip the bra off of her.
Asami heard it collide with the floor in a gentle pat before her focus was completely lost. Korra had wasted no time. Her lips surrounded Asami's nipple, her tongue circling it as it hardened. Asami bit her lip and moaned, her back arching into Korra. Her hands were tangled in the sheets now, balled into fists. The pressure was building more and more with each flick, the wetness and warmth intensifying. "Korra," she breathed, pleading for more. The exhale turned into a moan as Korra started sucking and nibbling on Asami's nipple, one hand playing with her opposing breast while the other snaked down to her groin. She teased her clit, her fingers following the same pattern as her tongue.
Asami was losing it very quickly. She ground into Korra's hand again, breath refusing to come to her as Korra pleased her nipples. She was disappointed only for a second when Korra departed, but the kisses down her abdomen and the hands now tugging at her dress told her exactly what was to come. "Fuck," she whispered, already throbbing and pulsing and begging for another orgasm.
Korra kept her underwear on for about a minute, admiring its beauty and sliding her tongue between the lacy waistband and Asami's skin.
She moaned to this, of course; Korra was playing her like a fiddle. "Please," she whimpered.
Korra kissed her way up and down Asami's thighs, intoxicated by the smell radiating from her. She was completely soaked through, though Korra knew this from the moment her fingers trailed down to her nethers; even on the outside of her dress, she could feel it. Her mouth stopped in the center. She moved slow, her teeth taking the fabric while touching Asami's clit in the process.
Asami arched into Korra, a death grip on the sheets. She let out a loud exhale as Korra pulled her underwear off with her teeth. She watched as Korra flicked her head, the panties flying onto the floor. Her eyes closed and her head craned back the second her tongue made contact with her folds, a deep gasp filling her. It felt amazing. Korra licked her length, diving deeper with each line. Asami's thighs tightened against her head, her hands abandoning the mattress to bury themselves into Korra's hair. She pulled her closer.
Korra didn't mind in the slightest, even moaning herself; she had missed the way Asami tasted, missed her other pair of lips. She flicked her tongue all around Asami's slit, taking in as much of her as she could.
Then, she went for the kill.
She surrounded Asami's clit with her mouth and sucked on it, her tongue playing with it between breaths.
Asami moaned. Loud. But she didn't care. This felt too amazing. She tightened her hold on Korra and rotated her hips to the rhythm of her tongue. She let out a grunt when Korra slid two fingers into her, then three.
Korra teased her opening at first, then moved deeper. She curled over Asami's spot again and again, bringing her to a whole new kind of climax. Her tongue never stopped moving. She enjoyed every minute of this, every moan and sound and squeeze. She felt a pulsing between her own legs, accompanied by the warmth and wetness that she knew all too well. She kept going, kept rubbing, kept sucking, feeling Asami get closer and closer to climax.
Everything in Asami tightened and burned. She was so close, so fucking close. Her legs seized up again. Her feet cramped as her toes dug into the mattress. She was inches away.
One more flick.
One more suck.
One more pump.
And everything came out, quite literally. A moan escaped her very core, one that was even louder than her last, as she repeated "Korra, Korra," over and over again. A warm fluid gushed out of her, her walls tightening and opening around Korra's still-moving fingers. She saw sparks in her closed eyes, the sweat almost dripping off of her skin. Asami collapsed onto the bed once her climax was over, her legs sprawled to her sides, exhausted. She couldn't take another hit and she knew it. She panted and kept her lids shut. Her hands fell to her sides. Her clit twitched as Korra lapped up the remains of her orgasm. "Korra," she whispered between breathes, her peridots locking onto the oceans that looked up to her. She lifted her hands, beckoning her.
Korra obliged with a smile. She crawled up to Asami and locked onto her lips in as gentle of a kiss she could muster.
Asami's fingers trailed down to Korra's waist as they continued. She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She shoved the bands to Korra's slacks and boxers down until she was exposed.
"Asami," Korra questioned, a bit of confusion in her tone.
Asami pulled her closer, the action forcing Korra's pants and undergarments to slide further down to her knees. She half-gripped Korra's hips, half-gripped her rear until her slit was within reach of her tongue. She got to work, wasting no time in making the woman she loved squirm and moan.
And it didn't take her long, either.
Korra was already wet and throbbing, and once she realized what Asami was doing, she adjusted her position against Asami's mouth. She gripped the headboard and rotated her hips, grinding against Asami's face like this was the first time she had ever been fucked.
And in a way, it was; she had never sat on Asami's face before. But Spirits, did it feel good.
"Fuck," Korra muttered, gritting her teeth as Asami's tongue flicked across her clit in different patterns. Her pants were to her ankles by now, her legs starting to tire, even in her physical shape; this wasn't a motion she was used to.
Asami pulled her closer, not getting enough of the Water Tribe girl. She had missed Korra's lips – both pairs of them – and yearned for the way Korra tasted. She moved faster and faster, throwing in a few sucks and nibbles in between her tongue play.
"Asami," she whispered, feeling tension grow in her legs and walls. She closed her eyes and lifted her head, her hands tight on the headboard. She was close. Just a few – more – licks – and – "Fuck," she grunted, the pressure building up and releasing rather quickly. Her hips slowed in their rotation up to a standstill as she rode her orgasm out. Her head was thrown back, sweat on her brow, knuckles white. Asami knew just how to get to her, just how to lick her to make her climax in a few minutes flat.
And it had been everything she had anticipated, everything she was waiting so long for. She wanted more, needed more, and Asami knew this.
Asami flipped Korra around so that she was sitting up, back against the headboard, legs sprawled out and clit beckoning her. She crawled up to Korra and began sucking once more, wasting no time between Korra's highs.
And Korra didn't mind this in the slightest.
Asami started off slow, giving Korra's sensitive clit time to adjust to what was happening. Then, the pressure started building again. Asami moaned when Korra dug her fingers into her hair, going so far as to fist it and push Asami further into her. She took advantage of the closeness and increased her speed, a single finger teasing Korra's opening.
"Asami," Korra murmured, head against the wall.
She kept going, having no desire to stop eating her dessert. But she drew this one out, making Korra twitch and jerk and beg and plead through motions and whispers alone. And she loved it. She loved being in control, of making Korra dance under her fingers and tongue.
"Asami, please," Korra whimpered, teetering on the edge of her climax.
"Please what," Asami questioned, though the words were muffled.
"Please… please fuck me," she responded, her cheeks red as she did so. "Get me off like only you can."
Asami smiled against Korra's folds and went all out, her tongue working in fast rhythms while her fingers slid into and out of Korra, just the way she liked it.
"Fuck," Korra moaned, increasing her hold on Asami's hair. She was inches away.
Just a little more…
She let out a loud sound as the pressure exploded inside of her. Her walls clenched around Asami's fingers, her bent legs shaking as the orgasm blew through her. She panted, holding Asami's face tight until her climax simmered. She hunched forward, sweating and exhausted from the experience.
Asami pushed herself up on her elbows, just close enough to reach Korra's lips. She kissed them, a soft, tender connection.
Korra pulled her closer in a gentle manner. They continued to kiss, neither one of them wanting to separate. But instead of this being from passion, it was from love. When they departed, their eyes locked, a smile on each of their lips. Korra brought her legs together and Asami adjusted her position so that she was next to Korra. She cracked her knuckles as Korra laid on the bed, a yawn escaping the Water Tribe girl.
"Don't you want to take this off," Asami whispered, not having the strength to speak louder.
Korra shook her head. "Too tired. Let's just – sleep," she yawned again, wrapping an arm around Asami's shoulders in the process. "We can do more in the morning if we aren't hung over."
Asami chuckled and melted into Korra's side. She found her free hand and laced her fingers with the tan ones. "I love you, Korra," she muttered, closing her eyes as she spoke.
"I love you, too, Asami." Korra kissed Asami's forehead and ran her thumb against the back of her pale hand.
Their bodies simmered, exhaustion and alcohol taking over. But they were content; they were together again, and that was enough for them to be happy. The smiled as they drifted into sleep, snuggling each other for warmth throughout the cold winter night.
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Summary: Korra and Asami have a nice dinner together at Asami's apartment after her return from the Fire Nation. They drink sake and wine and eat arctic hen. Korra gives her flowers, a mix of Asami's favorite roses and the flowers Korra wove into her hair before asking her out. They talk about the increasing tensions in the Earth Kingdom with Kuvira on the rise of uniting the settlements after the fall of the monarch. Asami also mentions her shift in studies, seeing Fire Lord Izumi speak on the issue of the Earth Kingdom, and other things she had done during her time abroad. Sexy times ensue.
For a while.
Then, they snuggle up, say I love you, and fall asleep.
The end!
PS - Things start to get real in the next few chapters. I will put warnings up before those, too.