Note; this takes place after Turf Wars. Enjoy! :)
It started off innocent enough.
They were just cuddling on the couch in Asami's mansion, talking about everything and nothing. It had been another hard day at the refugee camp, trying to find homes for all the people in the city, and keep peace with the Spirits. Korra would like to say that one thing led to another; but their mouths were close together and then her hands were underneath Asami's shirt, tickling her sides...and, well...
She looked to Asami, waiting for permission to go further. The older woman's eyes looked right into her own, begging for more. Korra took that as a sold 'Yes'.
Her hands ran up Asami's sides, cupping her breasts.
"Can this be a game for two?" the inventor asked slyly. Korra smiled, and allowed Asami to peel her blue shirt off.
"You're so beautiful," Asami looked at Korra. Sure, she'd seen Korra in her swimsuit before when they went into the Spirit World, but this was a whole new level of beauty. Her breasts were round and plump, her muscles hard and taunt under tan skin. Asami wanted to breathe her in, to get drunk on everything that was Korra. So she spread her legs out and let Korra fall gracefully on top of her.
Korra's breasts hung above her, the Avatar's hot breathe in her face as she came down for another deep kiss.
"Saaabrreeeze..." Korra moaned into her mouth.
Asami broke their kiss, with a chuckle. "What was that?"
"Strawberries. You always taste like them."
"Hmm. Good to know. You taste like salt, and kale, and fire."
Korra knit her brows. "How do you know what fire tastes like?"
"Well, not like fire. More like roasted food. Crispy."
Korra smirked. "There are some perks to being me."
Korra bent her head, and let Asami peak her neck, her ears, her jaw.
"You sure about this?" Korra breathed, "I don't want to hurt you."
"You never could," she said, and loosened her grip on Korra's breast.
Then, she flexed her thighs, and gave a push. Asami jerked, and gave a soft moan. They were together, one.
The building continued as Korra felt herself climax, and they were both sweaty and panting and moaning. It was messy but it was magnificent, and they stayed there like that, cuddled under the covers until the next morning, becoming one true being.
