WARNING: The following one-shot contains explicit content that may not be suitable for minors, members of the clergy, individuals who are allergic to non-heteronormative relationships, and my grandmother. (And Grandma, if you're reading this, i suppose it's time someone told you the truth: Yes, the fossil record is real, boobs are my kryptonite and no talk about hell-bound souls is going to change that, and how the heck did you find this anyway?!) Seriously though, this one's rough an' raunchy, and i'm almost embarrassed (hah - almost). You should turn back now if that's not your thing.

SPOILER ALERT: This fic was written after "Reunion" aired and may contain spoiler-y things up to that point. If you're not up to date on your LoK… well, you've been warned.

A/N: Okay. Finally getting around to updating this. I realized it's been a while since i've written anything naughty and decided to fix that, so those of you just looking for fluff will have to wait for another update.

Written for the prompt colorful and takes place shortly after the series ends.

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"What are you doing out here?"

The question echoed in ears that were tuned to the stillness of early morning hours. Asami jumped and tried to turn, but a pair of arms around her waist stopped her. She sank back into the warm embrace with a faint smile. Their relationship was still new enough that she was sometimes surprised by how natural it felt to be held this way. It was as if they'd been designed for one another. "You startled me," she said. "I didn't hear you."

"Sorry about that." Korra nuzzled the back of her neck and hummed. "You must've been pretty deep in thought. What's got you so focused this early in the morning?"

"Nothing. It's kind of silly, actually," said Asami.

"So? Silly is good. I like silly."

Asami giggled and squirmed. "Stop that. Your breath tickles."

"Oh yeah?" Korra tightened her grip and attacked Asami's neck with small puffs of air.

"Ah! Okay, fine!" Asami playfully elbowed Korra's ribs and shook her head at her girlfriend's exaggerated exclamation of pain. She turned her attention back to the treeless expanse before her. The plain was a gently rolling tapestry of rusty oranges, browns, and red, pockmarked by the occasional cold grey of boulders and even a few patches of green. A steely ribbon of whitish-blue water ran a meandering course through the swath of grasses and shrubs until it abruptly disappeared near the base of jagged, snow-covered mountains. The sunrise washed over it all as it climbed over the horizon, creating a sharp relief of light and shadow. "It's the color," she finally said answered in a soft voice.

Korra shifted a little to look over her shoulder. "Yeah. It's only like this for two or three months. It's buried under at least a few foot of snow for the rest of the year."

"I can't believe something like this exists in the South Pole. I always thought there was nothing but snow and ice down here," said Asami.

"Well, we're not really in the South Pole. We're right on the edge of Southern Water Tribe territory," Korra explained. "Technically, what you're looking at is the tundra."

A gust of wind swept across the plain and Asami shivered despite the warmth of her coat and Korra against her back. She stole a glance behind her and realized Korra was wearing only a base layer of furs instead of the long coat she had worn the night before. "How are you not freezing?" asked Asami.

Korra shrugged and grinned. "This is our version of summer. It's still a little chilly, but this is about as warm as it gets around here."

"If it's so beautiful and warm, why doesn't anyone live here?"

"People used to live here a long time ago, actually. There was a village somewhere near the base of those mountains and there used to be a port city on the other side before the 100 Year War. A trading route ran from the city, through a pass in the mountains, and out through the village." Korra pointed to a cluster of mountain peaks. "See the lopsided one to the left?"

Asami nodded. "What about it?"

"It's the reason no one lives here. It's a volcano. I'm pretty sure it hasn't gone off in at least two hundred years, but I've heard that it's wiped out settlements in the past," said Korra.

A thoughtful look crossed Asami's face. "And I suppose no one decided to rebuild since all of the major shipping routes have moved west."

"Maybe. I dunno." Korra moved to stand in front of Asami and looked at her with a sly grin. "But I do know one thing."

"What's that?"

"We're all alone out here. Just like you wanted," said Korra.

Asami laughed. She hadn't expected Korra to take her so seriously when she suggested they run away to the middle of nowhere so they could finally spend some time together. Yet when she met up with Korra in the Southern Tribe's capital, she found out that's exactly what the shorter woman had planned. "I have to admit that a camping trip in the tundra isn't quite what I had in mind." She bent her head to steal a quick kiss. "But I can't complain."

Korra slid her arms up and around Asami's neck. "You'd better not," she grumbled with feigned irritation. "And this is hardly camping anyway. You packed so many furs and clothes I started to wonder whether or not Naga could carry all of them."

"Speaking of which, where is Naga?" asked Asami.

"At this time of day? Probably out hunting."

Asami didn't miss the tone in Korra's voice. They truly were alone. Not even Naga would interrupt them. She kissed Korra again, this time more deeply than before. Fingers ran through her hair as Korra eagerly melded their bodies together. Asami's heart stuttered and beat faster. Soft, gentle kisses gave way to heated ones and she wasn't sure how much longer she had before her legs gave out. She pulled away and saw a look in Korra's eyes she'd already learned to recognize. Asami managed to summon enough brainpower to speak. "Inside?"

Korra nodded and all but dragged Asami to their small yurt. As she ducked her head and pushed through the entrance flap, Asami was again reminded that it was much more than a tent. She had been skeptical when she heard that some semi-permanent settlements were once filled with them, but she had to admit that their little vacation hide-out was rather cozy. It was warm and large enough for all of their belongings - including the massive pile of furs that lay on the other side of the hearth. Asami shrugged out of her coat and set it aside. Korra sat down across from her and tugged off her boots as she knelt to undo her own bootlaces. She glanced up to see the younger woman looking back with an expression bordering on bashful.

This was a side of Korra she kept hidden from the public eye and it made Asami inexplicably happy to think she was allowed to see her like this. The world knew Korra's reputation. Strong. Bold. Brave. But to Asami, she was all of that and more. She was intimately familiar with the part of Korra that went beyond her reputation. Korra was strong and bold, but she could also be self-conscious and sometimes even a bit apprehensive. Even though she had no problem initiating a kiss, anything beyond that was still up to Asami. She was shy, yet enthusiastic. Korra seemed most comfortable when Asami sat in the driver's seat, but she was certainly no passive passenger. It was almost as if Korra needed permission before she could let go. Asami had wondered about that before and hadn't been able to come up with a satisfactory explanation. She felt Korra's eyes on her and decided to solve this little riddle once and for all.

The engineer stood and shed her clothing with a casualness that defied her body's urge to not-so-casually pounce on her girlfriend. Korra followed suit, obviously not caring whether or not she looked as desperate as she felt. Asami grabbed Korra's hand and sauntered over to the pile of furs, gesturing for Korra to lay down. "On your stomach," said Asami.

Korra raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as she complied with the order. Asami waited for her to get comfortable before moving to straddle her. A lean, hardened back called out to her and she went to work kneading the knotted muscles beneath her. She watched Korra melt into the furs as she relaxed. Asami's pale fingers traced over dark skin, noting the subtle variations in Korra's complexion. Her natural dusky tone gave way to swarthy shoulders. Thin lines on her upper arms denoted where wore her armbands. The smooth gradient of color was occasionally broken up by a faint scar and, in one case, a thumb-sized birthmark that made her think of a puddle of spilled ink. A thought occurred to her and she smiled.

Asami leaned forward, careful to let her nipples just barely graze Korra's back. She ran the fingertips of one hand along Korra's spine and grinned when she heard her breath catch. "You're the tundra," she murmured. "People out there think they know you, but there's a part of you that they'll never experience. And I get to see it. It's stretched out before me right now. So warm and colorful and surprising." She kissed the spot just below Korra's ear and dragged her lips down the side of her neck. "And it's all mine," she said.

Korra let out a deep groan that shot right through Asami and resonated deep within. She gave herself a mental shake and tried to remain focused on her goal. Asami sat back, knowing Korra would hate the loss of contact. "I have a question," she said. She made sure to use just enough of her I-mean-business tone to let Korra know she was serious. "You don't have to answer, but I really want to know."

"Know what?"

"Why do you hold back? You always wait for me to take charge. I used to think that maybe you were just shy…" Asami trailed off as she felt Korra tense beneath her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I - "

"I am shy," came the muffled reply.

Asami leaned over so that she was half draped along the length of Korra's back. "Why?" she asked.

Korra hesitated and although Asami couldn't see her face, she could imagine the blush that must've covered her cheeks. "At first, I was shy because I wasn't sure I knew what I was doing. I don't exactly have a ton of experience and I didn't want to disappoint you."

"Korra, you know you're far from disappointing. And I'm not just saying that to make you feel better," said Asami.

"Thanks. But that's not why I'm shy now."

"And…?" Asami prodded.

The younger woman rolled onto her back to face Asami, but still couldn't meet her gaze. "I'm embarrassed."

Asami rolled her eyes and struggled to keep her impatience in check. "We've seen each other naked more times than we can count at this point. I've heard you make noises I know you'd never make in public and my face has been between your legs. I think we should be beyond embarrassment at this point."

"No, that's not it!" insisted Korra. "It's just that… It's like I'm always ready to go at a moment's notice. I'm like a sixteen-year-old boy. Especially with you. Sometimes, all it takes is one look and I'm scared by how much I want you."

Asami's eyes widened. "Oh. That's…"

"Vulgar. I know." Korra rolled onto her side.

"No. That's not it. I just wasn't expecting to hear that." Asami shifted to face Korra and cupped her cheek. "Hey, listen. Being with you is the most incredible experience I've ever had. I'm not going to push you, but you should know that what you feel is nothing to be ashamed of."

Korra's eyes darkened and Asami got the vague impression she was trying to hold on to something. "Asami," she whispered.

Asami slid her hand behind Korra's head and pulled her in for a kiss. The eagerness in Korra's response should not have surprised her so much, but Asami still found herself swept up by it. When Korra began slow down, Asami moved so that she straddled her once more. She leaned forward and nipped at her earlobe. "Stop holding back, Korra."

Asami knew she must have stumbled upon the right words when she found herself at the mercy of wandering fingers and lips. Korra's hands slid down to her bottom and gave a little squeeze before pulling her forward. She gripped her waist with an almost bruising strength and lifted her own hips so that Asami's core rubbed against her hardened stomach. The engineer gasped at the sensation and needed no further encouragement. She braced herself and continued the movement on her own. Asami pulled her gaze away from Korra's heaving chest to look at her face and her heart skipped a beat. She stared at the younger woman, entranced by the wildness that dominated her shining blue eyes. Her disheveled hair only added to the overall effect and Asami was struck by how she appeared so untamed, uninhibited, and sensual all at once. Something had changed. Korra was letting go.

Without warning, Korra sat upright. She bent her legs and held Asami against her so that the taller woman remained in her lap. Asami reflexively wrapped her legs around Korra's waist and clung to her shoulders, gasping when Korra bent her head to take one rosy nipple in her mouth. It was all lips and tongue and teeth as Korra kissed and nipped at her. One of her skilled, calloused hands found its way to the other breast and Asami arched her back with throaty moan. Korra continued to explore with her mouth as her hand moved to one of the legs at her waist. She kept one arm around Asami to hold her in place while her spare hand caressed and drifted up her inner thigh. By the time Korra's mouth had wandered back up to Asami's collarbone, her fingers were already brushing against the dark curls between her legs. Asami tightened her grip and let her head fall back as Korra finally reached her warm, slick folds. The Avatar groaned into her neck, sounding less like she was the one doing the touching and more like the one being touched.

Asami sank her hands in Korra's thick hair, lifting her face so she could bend down and capture her lips. She rocked against Korra in a wordless plea for more. Korra's fingers caressed her in a familiar pattern, and then Asami felt her slip three of them inside. The sudden sensation of fullness made her cry out and she clenched around the fingers. Korra kept her thrusts short and rapid, ensuring that the heel of her hand continued to press against her from the outside. It was unlike their previous lovemaking. Korra had always been passionate and attentive, but now she was rough and fast and feral and it was swiftly driving Asami to an ecstatic delirium. Asami deliberately raked her nails across Korra's back, earning a harsh intake of breath that mingled with the sound of her own panting. And then she was there - tumbling over the edge and trembling as she slowly came down.

Asami opened her eyes and saw Korra watching her with a blend of tenderness and lust. She moved a long-fingered hand to gently cup Korra's cheek and kissed her. Everything suddenly seemed calm and still. But it was only the eye of the storm passing overhead. Korra flipped them over so she was finally on top, giving her full freedom of movement. There was more kissing, more touching, and more gasping. The weight of her body settled over Asami's and she sank deeper into the furs. A pair of hands - those wicked, maddening hands - pinned her wrists above her head and she offered no resistance. Asami felt Korra shift above her before settling down again as she straddled her thigh. She smiled when the younger woman began moving against her and buried her face in her shoulder. It was clear what Korra wanted, so Asami bent her knee slightly. Korra whimpered at the increased contact and pressure, rolling her hips with an urgency that almost surprised Asami.

"Spirits, 'Sami," Korra rasped. "So close."

Asami felt her arousal building up again as she grew hyperaware of the wetness on her thigh, the feel of Korra's breasts against her own, and the musky scent in the air. Korra bit her shoulder - too light to really hurt but still hard enough to bruise - and Asami's hips jerked instinctively. She moaned as Korra shuddered and a strangled cry filled the yurt. The grip on her wrists slackened and Asami wrapped the younger woman in her arms, holding her in a firm embrace until her breathing slowed. Eventually, Korra pushed herself up and back to sit on her heels. Asami's studious gaze wandered over her, taking in rise and fall of her chest, the beads of sweat trickling down her throat, the wild gleam that lingered in her eyes. Korra stared back, looking as if she was waiting for Asami to pass judgement.

"Korra…"

Korra swallowed hard. "Was that… okay?" she asked.

"Okay?" Asami laughed. "That was more than okay. The only way I'll change my mind is if that was supposed to be the grand finale, because you've got me too worked up to quit now."

A blush swept across Korra's cheeks, clashing with her earlier wantonness. Her smile of relief turned into confident smirk. "Good. 'Cause I'm not done with you yet," she said.

Asami propped herself up on one arm and lazily traced the lines of muscle in Korra's forearms. "Well, how could I possibly say 'no' to that?"

Korra grinned mischievously and Asami's last coherent thought before she was pushed back onto the furs was that they really should've done this months ago.

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A/N: So there you have it. This one was rather fun to write. I tried to justify the smut with a little emotion and some plot, but let's just call it like it is: smutty-smut-smut.

A/N #2: Yurts are awesome and the tundra is beautiful.