Notes: This chapter is one spicy meatball...Seriously though. It's a hot one. Korra and Asami finally take it to the next level and this chapter is only part one. Keep that in mind. Earning that M rating now. If it's not your thing, you can read up till the page break and skip the next chapter.
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"The Oasis"
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Tenzin had been thrilled with their plans and initially offered the couple take Oogi for their trip, with Asami expressing her gratitude but countering that she planned a faster, more stylish mode of transportation for her and the Avatar. A new and improved airship was waiting for them at the edge of the island's main square, fully upgraded with the advanced tech discovered during the battle against the now-defunct Earth Empire. When Korra raised an objection, mentioning how fast Oogi could travel relative to their past trips using the machinery and bringing up their tight deadline, the engineer assured her that the distance covered relative to time would be vastly different. The airship they would use for the voyage was five times smaller than the one they had used to find all the new air-benders several years ago, making it more aerodynamic, and it used a superior propulsion system. Of course, the Avatar returned Asami's reasoning with a dumbfounded look of skepticism before giving in and swirling all of the non-bender's luggage in a giant sphere of wind, cautiously carrying it onto the ship while thinking the chore to be almost slightly harder than it was for her to contain Vaatu when she attempted to seal him in the Tree of Time.
Once they started sailing the skies, Korra wondered why she had ever objected in the first place. The vessel was indeed much smaller than the zeppelin she remembered but did not lack the same refinements, the only difference being that it was designed with only two passengers in mind.
"Welcome to the honeymoon suite!" Asami jokingly announced with a sweeping gesture once they had boarded the ship. Korra didn't really understand the reference, she'd never stayed in a hotel in her life. But whatever it meant, she thought, had to be something really amazing. Large windows wrapped all around the aircraft, bathing the interior with light and providing the perfect view wherever anyone happened to stand. The front of the ship was reserved for the control panels and technical mumbo-jumbo that the bender supposed she would get a grasp on one day, but it opened up in the middle and back with everything essentially out in the open. A full-size bed covered in starched sheets was situated in a cozy nook adjacent to the miniature kitchen that sat perpendicular to a metal table with gold inlay in the center of the aircraft, two bronze chairs welded to the base on either side.
It was a place all their own and so much better than riding on the back of an air bison, swatting away beetles and dodging birds who would return the favor with crappy projectiles. Asami had been disappointed that they left Air Temple Island so soon and the confines of that room where they snuggled in the same bed in secret, but her regret flipped instantly the first night aboard with the Avatar.
They played silly little games, running around like children while suspended hundreds of stories in the air. There were pillow-fights and tickle wars where Asami found Korra's weak spots right above her thighs, reducing the most powerful bender in the world to a ball of teary-eyed, pleading laughter. Wrestling matches sent their bedsheets tumbling to the floor until the competitive grappling dissolved into drawn out, sensual kissing sessions in which Korra would boldly pin Asami's wrists to the bed while straddling her.
Each night they would shed their clothing and languidly stretch out on the bed, sometimes exploring each other's bodies with more inquisitiveness than lust. Other times just enjoying the freedom of lounging around in nothing but their bare skin was enough as they talked themselves to sleep. Half the time they wouldn't even bother to dress during the day, Korra standing in front of the windows on one occasion with her arms spread above her, hooting down at the oblivious people below who were so far away they were invisible. Asami's sides had split with laughter as she wrapped her arms around the woman's naked mid-section, feeling her breasts press against her skin. Korra's personality had only flourished in her newfound glory. Confidence in her nudity suited her wild temperament and the industrialist was thankful that she had been the one to crack the shell, watching in adoration as the Avatar strutted proudly around the ship in the buff.
By the time they landed for a pit-stop the couple had learned one another's bodies from head to toe without even using sex as a medium but rather their shared, deep-rooted desire to fully appreciate each other being the defining factor. All the time they hadn't been able to spend together rushed by all at once in the airship. Sailing the vast unending skies as they had similarly navigated the unpredictably magical terrain of the Spirit World; they caught up on all the time they had missed spending years trying to find one another and all the moments disallowed to them by circumstances beyond their control. But they were now the masters of their own future and seized the opportunity with an almost frantic grip. Accustomed to sudden unexpected emergencies, they pounced on the present and lived fiercely, so that they emerged from the airship like old, familiar lovers.
They had stopped in the more inviting area of the Misty Palms Oasis. It was the place they had sailed to safety from the clutches of the desert, riding on Asami's ingenuity and Korra's gifted bending talent, their cooperative efforts having been what kept both of them alive. That day stood as the embodiment of their dynamic, together they were unstoppable. Asami considered this as they made their way through the busy marketplace. Some initial apprehension rose in the industrialist's mind concerning the original seedy nature of the village but Korra insisted on stopping, riding high on the fond memories of their previous adventures.
"You've got a strange idea of fond memories for wanting to stay here. Isn't this where the Red Lotus tried to kidnap you for the second time?" The industrialist raised an eyebrow at the Avatar at her side. Korra protectively placed a hand on the small of Asami's back as they wound through the crowd.
"That was also the time I was carried off to safety by this amazing woman..." Korra said, drawing her face up close to the taller woman's ear with a furtive smile. She was being a little bold in a city filled with earth-benders: the least tolerant social group in all the nations. Asami cautiously glanced over at the passer-by who had given them a befuddled look as they passed, then turned to raise her brows at Korra, a gesture that was completely understood without the need for words. The bender straightened before continuing. "And this is also where we ended up after escaping a trip to prison and a giant sand shark together. I like to let the good times outweigh the bad, not the other way around."
Asami briefly admired the Avatar's cheery outlook, a far cry from the broken woman she had been but a few months ago. She'd really grown with her own strength and during their time together no doubt. "Yeah, well…if we're going to be staying here, let's at least find a decent place."
Asami's version of decent was nothing short of top-tier service and grand architecture with Korra's version of decent being any place with hot water and a bed, causing the bender to groan knowingly. In that case, they'd be walking all over town until sundown. Astonishingly they stumbled upon an inn to the inventor's liking and it wasn't nearly as flamboyant as the one in Korra's imagination.
The name of the inn was carved above its doorway, the letters inlaid with glittering glacial ice: The Oasis. It was a humble building that looked to have been rendered by an earth-bending sculptor judging by the engravings along the sides of the walls. Carved waterfalls dropped from the corners and splashed into calm waves that raced along the floors, giving the idea of an atmosphere of relaxation. Inside, various exotic plants sprung out from the ground and spirits strolled through along with human guests. A large radish spirit even manned the front desk, much to the couple's surprise.
"Welcome to The Oasis. How may I help you today?" The spirit intoned, looking down at them.
Korra waved in greeting and leaned an arm on the counter. "We'd like a room, please."
The radish spirit briefly consulted a chart before inquiring, "One bed or two?"
The couple stared back in disbelief at the spirit, rendered silent. Their eyes locked and several shades of crimson flooded their faces. So much for being subtle. It was a difficult position to be placed in, either they could jump on the one bed and chalk it up to the spirit's mistake, or if they did go for the one bed it could be a trap of some sort… Asami kept an eye on the spirit, preparing for the backlash as she answered with trepidation.
"One…?"
The radish nonchalantly bent down to grab a key from beneath the desk and placed it on the counter while Asami skeptically reached into her jacket for the money nestled there.
"That will be 50 yuans," the spirit stated. When Asami handed the bill to him and took the key between her fingers, the spirit bowed. "Enjoy your stay."
It took an embarrassing amount of time for the women to realize that spirits lacked the tedious puritanical beliefs of the mortal world. When they settled into their room they laughed, thankful for the presence of a spirit in place of a human as the concierge and Korra smiled inwardly, knowing that it had only been possible for such creatures to be present because of her decision to leave the portals open. She had gotten a lot of flak for it over the years and it was always nice to be greeted with times when it payed off.
The room itself was charming and quaint. Turquoise curtains lined a window that opened onto a small balcony with wrought iron railings, the walls depicted a crashing waterfall and a box lantern sat on a cherry-wood nightstand next to the bed covered in red satin sheets with two white pillows, where a single rose adorned the space between them. Korra expertly plucked the rose from the bed and whirled to face Asami as she closed the door behind them, holding the flower up to the non-bender's nose with a sly grin.
"Aren't you the charmer?" Asami supplied with a sultry smile of her own, taking the rose into her hand and suffusing the Avatar in a kiss.
It was all very romantic. The lighting, the room, the decorations, they were everything that was needed for a perfect night between lovers. The two women were lying naked in bed, Korra examining the industrialist's body with her hand, running over the gentle swells of all her curves. It had been almost a week since the first time they had sex and even then, it was only a taste of what was to come. The non-bender was gnawed by a craving to hear Korra's moans again, unsure of whether it was the atmosphere or the timing but the longing was hard to resist, especially when they had become so intimate over the past few days. Korra's hand exploring the length of her body didn't make it any easier.
Now was the chance to take advantage of the moment, before they reached Ba Sing Se and delved into the usual business and negotiations and no one knew what they might encounter there. The only sure thing was the present. Asami was taken aback by her own anxiety, normally reserved and calculating, not so off the cuff with her actions. But there was an unspoken, clandestine aspect of dating The Avatar that forced her to operate with more reckless abandon. She supposed Korra felt it too, the way she behaved in the airship and willingly worked to release her inhibitions with Asami. Even Korra, for all her recent optimism, had the semblance of an idea that life was fleeting and tomorrow wasn't always promised for the savior of the world. It was written all over her body.
So there wasn't really a need for words or tired platitudes, they had long since evolved beyond it. There was simply a gesture—Asami lacing her fingers through the Avatar's—and a meeting of the eyes was all it took for them to join their mouths together in a sensuous kiss. Korra's tongue timidly played against Asami's as their bare bodies melded into one another, flesh on flesh. The feeling was electrifying, even more intense than the last time because they knew one another, every dimple, every scar, every birthmark and finally their naked forms were in their rightful places. Having Korra's nipples against her breasts and knee sliding dangerously up her inner thigh caused a tingling between the non-bender's legs. She yearned for the Avatar's touch but Korra was still learning the art of love. Luckily for Asami, she was always the eager student with a little guidance.
Asami took the bender's wrist, relinquishing fingers from her hair, and deepened their kiss as she brought Korra's hand to her lower lips. Korra pulled back suddenly, a thin line of saliva breaking between their mouths as she regarded Asami with wide eyes. The raven-haired beauty held her with a fiery look, placing her hand on the bender's cheek.
"Touch me, Korra…" she mouthed slowly, her voice barely above a whisper, bringing focus to her deep red lips as she pleaded.
That was all it took for Korra to look down between them where her hand was positioned and run her fingers inside the smooth folds, amazed at how wet her hand instantly became and how silky the texture inside was. Asami whined above her head and repositioned her body, spreading her legs out more to allow Korra to continue inquisitively working her fingers through her sex.
In case you're still not sure…that means I liked it. The image of Asami's smile and wink came to her then as she could barely believe how wet the juncture was, how her fingers slipped and slid haphazardly over the area, driving Asami crazy. The non-bender moved her body up the bed and delicately wrapped her arms around the crown of Korra's head, burying her face in thick, umber hair that muffled her soft, intermittent grunts.
Korra kept her eyes trained on her hand, determined to give Asami the same pleasure she had given her all those nights ago but not exactly sure of what to do. So she tried everything she could think of, simultaneously enjoying the sounds coming from above her, Asami losing herself with the unpredictability of Korra's probing.
The Avatar searched with her fingertips, her own desire mounting with how sweet and smooth it was. There were so many folds and crevices that she ran over without any clear direction, every now and then becoming distracted by the noises from her lover. Yet she soldiered on, biting her lip as her own thighs grew damp with her arousal, persisting until she came across a tiny nub that was tender to the touch.
Asami shuddered, letting out a breathy gasp and rolling her hips against Korra's fingers. That was the same reaction Korra had when Asami had touched her. When the realization dawned on her, the bender copied the movements the other woman had practiced on her that night, repeating them almost identically. Her chest tightened at the sound of Asami's voice sighing breathlessly and the way her hips rocked gently with Korra's fingers circling flatly over the nub, feeling the ridge pulsing against her skin.
It was indescribable, the sounds, the smells, the feelings, almost overwhelming. Korra was face to face with Asami's breasts and a sudden desire came upon her to kiss them. She innocently peppered the soft flesh with her tender lips while her hand continued to work tirelessly below.
It was too much for Asami to bear. She stayed the Avatar's fervent mouth with a hand on the bender's shoulder and slid down to meet Korra's sad expression with a tinge of guilt. The Avatar was eager and it drove Asami wild, the erratic technique of her inexperience alone actually adding to the pleasure because there was so much unpredictability that it threw her for a loop, but there was only so much unintentional teasing the inventor could handle. She gave her naïve lover a reassuring kiss before lowering her head and lapping at the bender's neck, leaving a shiny path of saliva in her wake as she pulled the flesh in some areas into her mouth and sucked gingerly, delighting in the reception she received in the form of small whimpers. Eventually she stopped to run her tongue along the channel of skin that was the Avatar's cleavage, then left kisses in a trail up the side of her left breast and lightly teased the supple brown nipple with the tip of her tongue before taking it into her mouth.
Korra gasped in surprise and a moan escaped her as she looked down at Asami's face buried in her breast, sucking liberally at her nipple. The bender briefly wondered if there would ever be a lack of new things the non-bender would introduce to her. She let out another moan as a tongue writhed against the center of her nipple. Right then, she wanted Asami's hand between her legs, the throbbing ache overcoming her. Her hips bucked against her will and fingers dove into ebony hair, her body begged for her touch.
Asami knew what her lover wanted and it was hard to deny her, but she was ultimately teaching her in this moment. Despite what Korra's body wanted, Asami knew that her mind sought higher goals, to be able to give pleasure as well as she received it. As painfully unbearable as it was then, Asami drew her mouth away from Korra's breast, much to the bender's vocalized dismay, powering through her own passion to look the Avatar in the eye.
"You can do the same thing to me, Korra," she murmured, capturing the woman in a passionate kiss then breaking off to lean back, arch her spine and push her breasts up for emphasis.
Korra immediately descended onto her with a hunger, loving the taste of her milky skin as she ran her tongue over a breast, passing in a circle starting from the underside until she came into contact with the pink nub and mimicked Asami's actions earlier, taking the tender peak into her mouth and suckling at it. Asami called out her name and writhed against formless air until Korra repositioned herself above the non-bender, her legs boxing the woman's body in as her hand dove back in between thighs and fingers searching, settling back into the slick wetness, slipping back and forth horizontally against Asami's clit.
"Korra…! Don't…don't stop." Asami surrendered her entire body over to the Avatar everywhere, feeling a warm, tense pressure building in her hips and stomach, closing her eyes and taking in Korra's mouth and tongue at her nipples, fingers on her clit. Yes…make me come for you. The thought repeated infinitely in her head until it diluted into one word that echoed with each stroke of the bender's fingers that brought her closer and closer to her release. Yes… Yes… Yes…
Everything was so vivid and intense with stimulation coming from so many different sources that Korra was lost in a sea of passion. Her own sex was so wet from the moans coming from Asami, the taste of her skin and sweat on her tongue, the erotic movements of her hips rocking against her hand—she hardly noticed when one of her fingers slipped down and was pushed into a very tight, very wet area that gripped her in a velvety heat. It was the loud gasp that Asami let out that startled Korra and pulled her attention away from the non-bender's breasts.
She looked down in worry at the woman beneath her but it was only for a moment before Asami was pulling her face down to hers and whining into her mouth while she reached down, holding Korra's hand steady to roll her hips into the finger inside her. Korra gained an understanding and watched Asami's face, her eyes closed and lips parted with long dark hair flowing around her on the pillow, her forehead creased as she moaned freely. The Avatar recognized that her fingers were penetrating her sex, her fingers were inside her…and swallowed against her dry throat as her eyes traveled down Asami's body, passing over heaving breasts and erect nipples, a tensed stomach that caved in with every ragged breath, until they settled on her own hand between the non-bender's shapely thighs that were glistening with her juices.
Korra inhaled a shaky breath and slid her middle finger inside the same tight, wet space alongside her index, the sound of Asami's drawn out moan sending a shot of pleasure down her spine. The bender chewed at her bottom lip with her teeth to stay her own moans stirring in the back of her throat and gradually pulled her fingers back through the slippery warmth, marveling at the friction before she slid them forward again. Asami threw her hands onto the Avatar's shoulders and dug her nails into the skin there as her gasp crested into a whine. "…Korra! Just like that—please…!" she moaned, pulling the bender down to rub her face into the base of her neck, as she felt fingers beginning to slide in and out of her in a rhythm forcing out another moan.
It was hard to define what she enjoyed more, there were so many different factors stimulating Korra at once and she pressed her cheek into the hair at Asami's head as she tried to pinpoint it. She didn't know if it was the panting occasionally interrupted by tender moans coming from the lips at her neck, her fingers pumping sweetly into Asami's searing sex, the voracious writhing of the non-bender's hips or even the sluicing sound of the overflowing wetness between the woman's lower lips. Whatever it was, or maybe all the sensations together, Korra wanted nothing more than to get her to that point of ecstasy that the industrialist had gotten her to feel and gave in to baser instincts she hadn't ever experienced before, a desire to make her lover moan, shout—Come… It was the word Asami used that night. And she had shown Korra what it meant. The Avatar wanted to see it happen to her, to see her come from what her fingers were doing. She braced her free arm beneath her and pushed against her forearm to look down at Asami's panting face covered in sweat, tendrils of jet black hair clinging to her face, eyes closed.
"Open your eyes," Korra mumbled. Asami's eyes immediately snapped open at the command and she was met with a compelling, ultramarine blue stare that absorbed her, momentarily stunning her until she was shocked into movement by the Avatar's thumb pressing into her clit and fingers resuming their thrusts, throwing her into a whole new wave of rising pleasure. Asami shut her eyes briefly with the force that it hit her with but brought herself to match the stare that was trained on her, knowing that Korra wanted it—to see her come.
She grabbed a fistful of the bender's brown hair at the back of her head and breathed in deep before releasing a loud, shuddering moan and bucking her hips in desperation, all the while looking deeply into her lover's eyes. Korra's fingers continued working and Asami clenched her teeth, the tension inside her mounting rapidly, she was so close to her release that she could feel herself at the edge.
"Korra! …Korra!" She cried frantically, her eyes connected to the bender's fixed stare that begged her for it. Asami cried her name out shamelessly over and over with each thrust of those fingers inside her, each circling of that thumb on her clit, each time she jerked her hips, warmth and sweat and searing heat, closer and closer until it was right there and it blew through her in a burst of euphoria. She dug her nails into Korra's back and raked through skin as her torso buckled and her climax took her, looking into those intense eyes as a wordless shout tore out of her that was drowned in Korra's mouth roughly taking hers.
Her body trembled as it flowed over her, her breathing still coming out in constant whimpers against Korra's tongue. She felt fingers slide gently out of her and Asami's legs gave out, settling onto the bed weakly. The industrialist thrust her hands into the Avatar's hair and deepened the kiss with fervor, expressing all her gratitude and love in the gesture.
She had given her the most intense orgasm she had ever had in her life and Asami vowed that she would return the favor ten-fold, suddenly filled with a dying thirst for the woman on top of her. The knowledge that the bender still yearned for her own climax was evident in the force behind her kiss and Asami found that she didn't want the night to end without diving deep into the depths of Korra's own oasis to taste the essence of what made her. She wanted more…she wanted everything.
&&&Omnia vincit amor****amor vincit omniA&&&
Mindless Rambling: Couple things here. First, I tried my hardest without going full obsession-mode trying to find out what exactly the distance was from Republic City to Ba Sing Se to get it absolutely right with what would be the fastest mode of transportation and whether they could even make it back in time for the Raiko meeting. I couldn't find anything concrete. I even tried to take their "find all the new airbenders" trip into consideration but the data was conflicted by how many goddamn stops they made. So I gave up, threw in a "new tech" loophole said fuck it if they're a day late, so sue me.
As for the rest of the chapter, I know there's not as much dialogue, don't know if you'll love it or hate it, let me know. I let my verbosity run wild again. I normally love dialogue but I also love describing things. It'll never be an either/or scenario though, especially when more conversation is called for. But this chapter felt more description heavy. I liked writing out their time in the airship, it was some damn cute fluff. As for all the sex...oh, it's gonna ascend from here. I made that quite obvious in the last few lines. If you're not into it, you can skip the next chapter and it'll be back to overarching plot.