Korra lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling of her empty bedroom, trying to think of anything other than Asami. At first, she had slumped into bed and closed her eyes, thinking sleep would come easily. But her mind kept replaying the date for her, especially the kiss. She could not stop thinking about that kiss. She ached just from the memory of Asami's touch.
Just when Korra was considering taking care of the problem, her phone went off. She rolled over to grab it off her nightstand, fumbling and nearly dropping it as she tried to view the text.
Are you awake? It was from Asami.
Yeah, can't sleep, she replied.
Mind if I call you?
Instead of answering, Korra called. Asami picked up immediately. "Missed me, huh?" she asked, trying to sound confident.
"That's one way to put it." Asami's low purr made her shiver. "What's keeping you awake?"
Korra sighed and leaned back against her pillow, one hand behind her head. She already felt less tense. "You see, I went out with this really hot girl tonight. I can't stop thinking about her."
Asami chuckled in a way that made Korra smile. "That's quite a coincidence. I seem to be having the same problem."
"Really?" she asked. Out of all the things keeping her up, the worst had been a nagging fear that Asami had not enjoyed their evening as much as her.
"Were you worried?"
"Maybe a little. I mean, when you kissed me I nearly had a heart attack." It had nearly undone her.
"Korra, you know I feel that way too, right? God, when you had your hands on me…"
"You weren't the one being straddled. Having you on top of me like that…all I wanted to do was feel you against me." A high, breathy moan interrupted her. "Asami?"
"Jesus Korra, you're not helping." Asami's voice sounded broken and husky. It made Korra's heart hammer.
"Um…sorry?" Silence answered her. Oh God, did I say something wrong? "Asami, you still there?"
Hesitantly, Asami answered, "Y-Yes…"
She heard a small gasp and the rustling of sheets. She's touching herself. She's touching herself and I have no idea what the fuck I should do. "…Asami, what are you doing?"
"Nothing?" she answered hesitantly again. Korra could almost hear her blushing.
She took a breath to calm herself. She's touching herself because of me, because of what I'm saying. Korra grinned. She could do this. Talking was her specialty, after all. "Now, why don't I believe you?" she asked, settling her voice into a low hum.
"I'm sorry…I'll stop–"
"No, I don't want you to stop." Korra almost slipped out of her role, but held onto her confidence. "I like hearing you. I know you're thinking about my hands on you, about how good it felt."
"Korra…" she gasped.
The sound encouraged her. "I wanted my mouth there, kissing along your stomach, up to your breasts. I'd want to take my time with you. I want to learn every inch of your gorgeous body." Her face flushed as she talked. She could hear Asami's whimpers and sighs and it made her pulse with want.
"Do you have any idea how sexy your voice is? Damn radio host."
The frustration in Asami's voice made her laugh softly. She trailed a hand down her own body. "You like my voice? You like listening to me?"
"God, why do you think I listen to your show every night?"
Korra's hand halted at her abdomen. The confession was empowering in a strange way. "Would you like to hear me moan your name, Asami? Do you want to hear me tell you all the things I've been thinking about?"
"Please Korra, yes."
She could only imagine what Asami was doing to herself in that moment. "I've wanted so badly to just kiss you, but the real thing is far better than I could have guessed. I couldn't help but imagine you lips on the rest of my body, trailing down my neck, over my chest, steadily heading downward." Korra let her hand slip lower, pushing underneath her boxers. She allowed herself a gasp when her hand grazed over her center. "God, I wish it was your hand on me right now. I'm so wet for you."
"You're touching yourself?"
Korra pressed two fingers against her clit. She tilted her head back and moaned. She should have been nervous, but could only think of making Asami feel good. "You make me crazy Asami. I want to be the one making you moan like that. I want to touch you."
"I want that too."
"Could… could you tell me how you're touching yourself?" Korra asked, some of her bravado wavering.
"I'm slowing brushing my fingers across my clit." Asami's seductive tone was back. It made Korra shiver as she dipped her fingers lower. "I've been thinking about your hand trailing down my stomach and teasing me."
"I don't know how long I could tease you before I gave in." She thought of touching her, of how it would feel. "Are you wet for me, Asami?"
"God yes, I wish I was there so badly. I want to be inside you."
"Fuck, I wish you were." Korra slid her fingers deeper, wishing they were Asami's. In the height of arousal, she could not understand why they insisted so much on waiting.
"Korra, I'm so close." The need in Asami's voice tugged at her. Her core tightened with desire.
"Me too, Asami. I want to hear you call my name when you come."
For a moment, she heard nothing but ragged breathing and short whimpers. Korra arched into her touch, trying to reach that precipice. "God, Asami, please…"
"Korra!" she moaned. "Oh God, Korra, I'm–" She cried out.
The sound was enough to send Korra over the edge. She groaned Asami's name as her orgasm overcame her. There was silence as both of them recovered. Korra took in deep breaths as she tried to slow the rapid hammering of her heart.
She heard a short burst of laughter over the phone. "Did we just do that?" Asami asked.
Heat flooded Korra's face. "Um, yeah, we did. Is that…is that okay?"
"Mmm, very okay."
The tension eased from Korra's shoulders. "This isn't too fast?"
"I still would like to wait for us to…" Asami cleared her throat. "But I think this is okay."
"Does that mean we get to do it again sometime?"
"Definitely."
Korra laughed and grinned. "I'm glad you're okay with that. I was afraid I might combust."
"You're not the only one. Damn, that voice of yours, Korra."
"So I take it we'll have a second date, then?" Korra asked.
Asami did not answer right away. "I'd love to, though I'm going to be busy for a few days with work. Why don't we do something this Sunday? I'll treat you this time."
"Sunday sounds perfect." If Korra had already made plans, she would cancel them.
"But until then, I don't see any reason why we can't…say goodnight to each other."
"You mean every night?" Korra asked. Her heart was racing again.
"If you think you can handle that. I rather like having a private show."
"Oh, I – uh, sure." Korra hesitated a moment. "So I'll talk to you tomorrow." She glanced at the clock. It was nearly 2 am. "Or later today, I guess."
Asami laughed. "Yeah. I'll text you. Goodnight, Korra."
"Goodnight, Asami." Korra hung up the phone and let it clatter onto her nightstand. She sighed and rolled over in bed, dragging her blankets close up around her. She smiled, finally able to find sleep.
Waiting for Sunday proved harder than Korra initially thought. She and Asami would text and talk over the phone when they could, but Asami was far too busy with some big breakthrough on an international deal to sneak away and see her, even late at night after the radio show. To distract herself, Korra arranged other things to do. If her schedule was always full, then she could fight the temptation to run into Asami's office and ruin whatever negotiations they were holding over automobile parts.
Saturday's distraction was Bolin. More specifically, a lunch meeting with Bolin at a hole-in-the-wall sushi restaurant downtown. Asami was busy entertaining whoever they had flown in for the dumb negotiations, leaving Korra with nothing to do for hours and hours, until Bolin texted her.
"You know, I'm glad you were down for this whole sushi thing," he said, balancing a roll between his chopsticks. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and swallowed. "Mako doesn't like it that much, and Opal's visiting family."
"Ah, you know me. Can't say 'no' to sushi." Korra took a bite out of her own roll. Unlike Bolin, she preferred to savor her meal.
"Well, when you put it that way…" Bolin shrugged and continued eating. "So how's life? You've been more upbeat than usual."
As they talked, Korra's phone buzzed from its spot on the table. She glanced over it and saw Asami's name flash on screen. She snatched it up. "Upbeat? You sure?" The text said: You ready for tomorrow? She tried to type a reply without completely ignoring Bolin. More than you know. What are we doing?
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I just keep catching you staring at nothing with this big grin on your face." He pointed a chopstick at her. "Something's going on in that head of yours that puts it there. Smiles don't just… happen."
Korra shrugged and focused on eating and not blushing. "Well, maybe they do for me. I mean, my life is pretty good. I have a solid career. Great friends." She nodded at Bolin. "What's there to not smile about?"
Bolin eyed her, but did not press the subject. Instead, he shoved another roll in his mouth and chewed slowly. Korra's phone buzzed again and she picked it up. I figured a movie at my place would be nice. She texted back with Sure, anything I should bring?
"You gonna eat that?" Bolin gestured to her unfinished roll. Korra pulled the plate away from him with a glare.
"Yeah. Right after I go to the bathroom." She stood up and shoved in her chair. As she walked away, her phone buzzed again.
"Asami texted you," Bolin called.
"Just text back yes to whatever she sent," Korra said.
She had almost left the room when Bolin called, "Um, you want to say yes to bringing your 'sexy body' so she can run her hands all over and–"
Korra nearly vaulted a table to get at Bolin. She snatched the phone from his hands and shoved it in a jean pocket. She glared at him. He stared up at her. "Bolin." The corner of his mouth twitched. "Bolin, don't you dare–"
"Don't I dare what?" He leaned back in his chair with a smug grin on his face. Korra sat down again and groaned. "Care to confess anything? Something about where those smiles are coming from?"
Korra glanced at him and looked away again. She couldn't stand the shit-eating grin that had taken over his face. Everything felt too hot, suddenly. She knew she was blushing. "Asami and I – we're dating. Kind of."
"Oh, I knew it!" he yelled.
"Bolin, shush." Korra tried to raise a hand to his mouth, but he dodged it.
"Korra and Asami, sitting in a tree!" he sang.
"I will kill you."
"K–I–S–S–I–N–"
"Would you shut up? The whole restaurant doesn't need to hear you." Even as she tried to shush him, she realized what a mistake she had made.
"Why? Is this some secret romance? Will there be scandal?" He gasped. "Does Mako know?"
"Bolin, no."
"He doesn't know, does he?"
"He can't know!" Korra looked around the restaurant, afraid Mako might swoop down upon them any second.
"He's not stupid. He'll figure it out. You're practically the poster child for puppy love."
"Bolin, not another word. I mean it. Not. One. Word." Korra gave him her best glare. They held gazes for a moment before Bolin made a gesture of zipping his lips. Satisfied, Korra began eating the remainder of her meal.
"So I guess you really can't say 'no' to sushi, huh?" He smiled broadly and elbowed her in the side. "Eh? Eh?"
Korra punched him.
"You punched him?" Asami exclaimed.
"In the arm." Korra blew out a breath. "But, yeah that happened. I wanted to let you know because I wasn't sure how to handle this. I mean, they'll all know eventually but…I mean are you out? And what about Mako? Which one of us gets to drop that on him?"
Asami sighed. Korra could hear her weariness over the phone. She wanted it to be Sunday. She wanted to hold her and say it would be fine. "I don't know the answer to any of these, Korra. You're the first girl I've dated, and I'm not ashamed of that."
She hesitated and Korra's stomach tightened with worry. "But?" she prodded.
"But that's why I'm wanting us to take things slow, because I have no idea how to handle all this. When I went out with you, I wasn't thinking, 'Oh God, I'm going to go on a date with a woman.' I was just thinking about you and how you made me feel."
"I know this might be overwhelming, and I'm so sorry Bolin found out like this, but I'll take your lead, okay? I want you to feel comfortable."
"You're really sweet, you know that? I will be ready to talk to people about this, Mako included, but I don't know how soon that will be."
"Fair enough, just as long as it isn't a year from now or something." Honestly, Korra did not expect Asami to need more than a couple weeks. This was about giving her a choice, though. She did not want to take away Asami's choice to discuss their relationship with others.
"Korra, I honestly doubt we'd be able to fool anyone for that long, I mean if Bolin noticed something was up, Mako is going to figure it out sooner or later."
"There's one thing I want to clarify."
"Oh?"
"We are dating right? Like…I mean, you don't want to test the waters with other women, right?" Korra almost held her breath as she waited for a response.
"You are just too adorable sometimes. Yes, you big goof, we're dating. You are my girlfriend."
The words made Korra's heart soar. "Well, great. I guess I'll see you tomorrow for that date, then."
"I look forward to it."
A/N: Hi all! Another chapter for you. And, as usual, Sy and I will be hosting a stream on Friday via twitch on the channel Luraline. Sy will start at 5 pm pacific time and I will join at 7:30. We'll talk about writing projects, play video games, and generally have fun.
No stream today (Sunday). We're hanging out with other people and stuff. Maybe we'll try to incorporate a second stream time later on, but for now, you guys get the one.
And… tell us what you think of this chapter! We really enjoyed writing it, so we'd love to hear your favorite parts. Did we get the characters down? I found Bolin particularly enjoyable for this scene.