A/N: ... So... *cough* this chapter needs to be bumped up to M now because a really, really, REALLY hot piece of Korrasami fanart came across my dash the other day, and now I can't help myself. This fic will still remain T rated, but I'll give warnings for those individual chapters that prooobably shouldn't be consumed in a public place. =P

In the words of a fanfic writer I really admire: the hanky-panky in this chapter sits somewhere between physically impossible and dangerously improbable. Don't try this at home kids. =P

Lin Beifong was still at the station when Korra, Mako and the rest of the metal-bending officers brought the mobsters in for processing. She folded her arms across her chest in amusement as she watched Korra bring in one of the criminals and hand him off to another police officer for processing. "Since when did the Avatar have the time to get involved in run-of-the-mill stolen goods cases?"

"I don't have the time," Korra replied easily, relieved that the smirk on the police chief's face showed that Lin wasn't going to actually make a big deal out of the fact that technically Korra wasn't part of her force. "I had to get creative to find a way to catch up with Mako; you're working him way too hard, Chief." Korra gave Lin a lopsided grin even as she noticed Mako rolling his eyes out of the corner of hers.

"Someone's gotta pick up the slack; not all of us can go gallivanting off on vacation, no matter how well deserved it was. I can't believe the number of opportunistic bastards there are ready to take advantage of the upheaval." Lin shook her head in disgust. "I'll be happy when we can get everyone into more permanent housing; those refugee shelters we've setup are a breeding ground for criminal activity. Tell that girlfriend of yours to step up that housing construction division of her's, yeah? I'll be glad when we can get things back to normal."

"Asami didn't make it home until past midnight last night," Korra replied curtly. "She's up to her eyeballs in work and she's not going to cut any corners or okay any subpar construction plans. That'll just bring more trouble in the future." And then Korra paused, before giving Lin a smile. "And how'd you know she's my girlfriend anyway?"

"Don't insult my intelligence, Avatar." Lin rolled her eyes as she took one of the criminals handed to her by one of her officers. "Good night."

"Hey, Lin?"

The police chief glanced back over her shoulder. "Yeah? What is it?"

Korra rubbed the back of her head, suddenly sheepish. "I was wondering if you might be able to drop by the Sato Estates sometime to see Asami. And I."

Lin raised an eyebrow. She hadn't missed the pause between 'Asami' and 'And I'. "Excuse me?"

"Um. Well, there's something we were hoping to get your expertise on."

"My expertise?" Lin frowned. "Are you having security problems? I could probably take a look to see what sort of holes you might have in your setup."

"Oh, it's nothing like that," Korra couldn't help but feel a little awkward bringing this up at the police station. "It's just... well, just come over when you have the time, alright? We're not in a hurry or anything, just, whenever you get a chance."

"Well, that might take a little while; I'm supposed to be supporting president Raiko for the next few days on his tour through Yu Dao. I'll come by when I get the chance."

Korra nodded. "That's fine."

And then Lin left and Korra turned to Mako. "Think we should still head to the restaurant?"

The detective looked at his watch and winced. "I dunno, Korra. It's past midnight. I can't see Asami and Bolin having waited for us this long. Or, at least, I sure hope they haven't..."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Korra sighed as she waved goodbye to him.

She decided to swing by Kuang's just in case her girlfriend really had stayed and was relieved to learn that she hadn't. 'I remember Miss Sato did ask for dinner to be packed up though.' One of the waiters had offered helpfully.

So Korra made her way back to the Sato Estates and knocked on the front door, not having her glider on her to just head up to Asami's bedroom directly. One of the servants, a butler named Yang who Korra recognized in passing, opened the door, looking very annoyed to be answering so late.

"Oh. Avatar Korra. Is Miss Asami expecting you at this hour?" He asked stiffly.

Korra was a little surprised at Yang's question - as well as the cool tone in which it was asked - and suddenly felt a bit awkward as she realized that, for all that they were in love with each other, were seeing each other, and heck, had even taken the first steps to starting a family together already - they hadn't actually told any of Asami's household staff about this yet, save for Grandma Yin, who didn't really count.

Korra found herself rubbing the back of her head. "Um, I'm pretty sure she is? But I'm not really sure..."

Yang's frown deepened. "I take it from your answer that this is an unannounced visit then?"

"Um..."

"Yang, who's at the door? Is it Korra?" The avatar couldn't help but feel relieved to hear her girlfriend's voice from inside and a smile came to her face.

"Indeed it is, Miss. Shall I let her in?"

"Of course!" Asami appeared at the door with her hair a little damp, as though she'd just come out of the showers. She was wearing a dressing robe and a big smile on her face which morphed into a look of surprise and worry as she noticed the damage Korra's clothing had taken. "Korra! What happened?" She quickly reached out and grabbed her girlfriend's hand to pull her inside.

"I'm fine, Asami," Korra replied guiltily. "Mako got held up and I was just helping him out with what held him up. I'm totally fine; it's just the dress that's seen better days."

"Thank god. Bolin and I got worried when you didn't come back. " Asami gave a sigh of relief even as she gave her butler a disappointed look. ""Yang," she chided gently, "you should know better than that. Korra's always welcome here. Always."

"Is that so, Miss Asami?" The old butler sniffed a bit icily. "Very well then; I shall inform the rest of the household staff," but as he left, both of them could hear him muttering under his breath, "at least she's not climbing in through the young Miss's bedroom window in the middle of the night again, like some good-for-nothing scoundrel."

"Hey!" The remark didn't miss Korra's ears and her eyebrows shot up in affront but before she could call the butler out on his snark, Asami had given her an apologetic smile and pulled her away. Korra couldn't help but frown, still perturbed at the butler's insinuations as she followed her girlfriend through the house. "Asami, I'm not just here on a booty call you know!"

"You aren't? Darn. And here I am with nothing on underneath this dressing robe." Asami said dryly, feigning disappointment in a slightly exaggerated manner and Korra couldn't help but smile, feeling her annoyance fade away as she wondered if Asami was joking or not about the robe. "Don't mind Yang, Korra. He's on the old-fashioned side but he means well. So have you eaten yet? What happened with Mako? "

Korra hadn't eaten yet, and they went to the kitchen for some of those leftovers. Korra explained what had happened to her girlfriend while Asami let her know how dinner with Bolin had gone.

Korra laughed as she swallowed. "What?! Bolin doesn't know how babies are made?! Are you serious?"

"Yeah." Asami cringed. "Apparently, the extent of his sexual education was Mako telling him when he was 13 years old to, 'keep it in your pants until you're married'."

"Oh geez." Korra laughed. "Well... that's not bad advice, I guess..."

Asami smiled wryly. "Wishing someone gave you that advice when you were 13?"

Korra coughed. "Well, to be completely fair to my parents, I don't think they could have seen this one coming."

"Nor mine. If they had, I don't think I would've been able to get Yang to let you into the house at all; you'd still be stuck using the window."

They shared a laugh before fading into a comfortable silence. Korra watched Asami thoughtfully as she chewed on her food. She noticed when Asami's expression grew pensive as she put her hands around the cup of tea she had poured and stared silently into its waters.

Korra's earlier words to Mako echoed in her ears. 'She's... actually pretty darn scared right now, isn't she?'

Swallowing the mouthful and putting the sandwich down, Korra reached out to touch one of her girlfriend's hands gently. "Asami? What are you thinking about?"

And Asami looked up into Korra's eyes, and Korra could see the flash of insecurity and anxiety there before Asami managed to school her expression back into her regular, calmly smiling one. "Hmm? Oh, nothing much. Just... just silly thoughts."

Korra frowned. Looking down at Asami's hand she was touching, Korra tugged at it more insistently, pulling it away from the teacup to firmly hold between her own palms. "Tell me?"

For a moment, Asami seemed a little lost, like she wasn't quite sure what to say to Korra, but Korra just continued to look into her eyes imploringly, and before long, Asami had to look away, that mask of calm she'd been using to defend herself with for the last week finally set aside.

"... It's really nothing, Korra. I'm just being silly. I'm just... I guess it's just starting to sink in, you know? I'm... I'm going to be someone's mother. How am I supposed to know what to do when I can barely remember the sort of things my own used to do for me?"

Korra remained patiently silent; the far away expression on Asami's face told her that her girlfriend wasn't finished, that she was still trying to work her way up to what was really worrying her.

The silence stretched on for a while.

"... what if I end up being a terrible mother?" Asami finally whispered softly. "What if I... what if I make a mistake? A big one? And I regret it, but it's too late and she ends up hating me? What if she can't forgive me for my mistakes?" Asami's swallowed, stubbornly blinking back moisture that was threatening to gather at the corners of her eyes. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "What if she ends up hating me for the rest of my life?"

And as she said this, it became abundantly apparent to Korra the true nature of the fears running through Asami's heart.

'Oh, god, how could I be so dense?'

Hiroshi's funeral had been held several days before Varrick and Zhu Li's wedding, which still made it not very long ago at all. Asami had remained quietly strong through the entire affair, and Korra had thought she had come a long way to making peace with the loss, but finding herself about to be a parent could only have brought back thoughts about her departed own.

Korra quickly got up and pulled Asami into a tight hug. She didn't say anything for a long time, simply holding Asami as she squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered against her, stroking her long, raven locks and kissing her gently on the top of her head. It wasn't until Asami stopped trembling and extracted herself from Korra's embrace, that Korra was finally able to say to her, still holding her hands, "Asami, your dad knew you forgave him at the end. He knew you loved him at the end. That's why he was able to make the sacrifice he did. You gotta know that. He's at peace. And you... there's no way you'd make the same mistakes he did. You already had the chance to, years ago, remember? And you didn't. You'll make a fantastic mom, Asami. You'll see." Korra smiled impishly. "Hey, look at what a good job you do feeding and clothing me!"

Asami couldn't help but smile. "Korra, your dress is ripped and covered in dirt and you're eating cold leftovers."

"And I've never been happier!" Korra's smile stretched into the crooked one that never failed to make Asami chuckle, which she promptly did now.

They lapsed back into silence once more. Korra could tell that Asami was still pensive, and still had a lot on her mind, but at least this time, the small smile on her face wasn't completely fake.

Korra swallowed. "Hey Asami? I know we've already talked about this, and you've already said no, but would you please reconsider? Let me stay with you. I want to look after you, and I want to look after this baby we've made together. I know you're going to be a fantastic mom, Asami, and I... I want to be one too."

Asami's eyes widened in surprise, and Korra thought she could just fall forever into her girlfriend's magnificent green eyes. And then those eyes softened fondly. "Oh, Korra, come here." She pulled Korra forward to give her a long kiss before breaking it off to rest their foreheads together. "Of course you can. I'm sorry if I might have made you feel unwelcome; I guess I was just unsure about how fast everything's been happening. And I know with everything else going on, everyone really needs the Avatar right now, but..." And Asami's smile got a little shy. "... I guess that includes me too, huh?"

"Damn straight!" Korra grinned. "And don't let it ever be said that I don't have my priorities straight!" And as she said this, she scooped Asami up over her shoulder and headed upstairs.

"Korra, put me down!" Asami laughed. "Are you trying to carry me as much as you can before you can't anymore?"

Korra scoffed. "You could put on a hundred pounds and I'd still be able to bench press you."

Asami raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Oh really now?"

The Avatar grinned. "What do you wanna bet?" Somewhere in the back of her mind, a rational part of Korra's brain politely coughed and pointed out that her boast might have been a bit of an exaggeration, but Korra simply told that part of her brain to bugger off and stop bothering her when she was trying to showboat in front of Asami.

The look Asami threw Korra was distinctly coy. "I'm sure we'll think of something."

They made it upstairs and Asami made sure her bedroom door was 100% locked this time.

And true to word, Korra somehow managed to keep Asami from setting even a single toe down on the floor, twisting her girlfriend about her torso as she aimed to pull Asami's clothes off of her body piece by piece without setting her down.

"Korra!" Asami laughed, even as Korra twisted her off her shoulder and flipped her into a frontal carry as she used the momentum to pull Asami's dressing gown off her shoulders to hang at her waist. Asami instinctively coiled her legs around Korra's hips for support even as she clung to Korra's shoulders, giving a squeak of surprise at the unexpected (wo)manhandling.

"Oh." Much to Korra's delighted surprise, she discovered that Asami hadn't been joking earlier; she really hadn't been wearing anything under her robe - not even underwear - and she found herself with a face full of Asami's cleavage. She blinked a few times in appreciation before (reluctantly?) turning her attention up to meet her girlfriend's eyes with her own, an impish smile on her face. "You really were waiting for a booty call, weren't you?"

And Asami blushed hard. "... oh, hush you." She pouted, before leaning downwards to kiss Korra deeply, even as she played with the zipper on the back of Korra's dress and pulled it down. With a bit of wiggling and juggling (and a whole heckuva lot of laughing and giggling), they managed to fully disrobe each other and Korra might have even felt a little thankful to the icebending mobster who had serendipitously damaged her dress such that it allowed Asami to get it off of her that much easier.

And Korra ended up bracing Asami up against a wall for leverage even as she lavished attention on her girlfriend's sensitive breasts to her encouraging sighs and Asami wrapped her arms around Korra's head and pulled her in, desperately seeking the touch of Korra's mouth and lips and tongue more firmly upon her skin, even as rolled her head back in rapture, further exposing her throat which trembled with each shuttered moan of Korra's name. Asami's legs squeezed tighter around Korra's hips, and Korra's fingers dug more urgently into her bottom for purchase as they rocked against each other, slowly at first, and then faster and faster.

Korra gave a groan of pleasure, feeling her knees grow weak as she took in the utterly intoxicating sight of Asami spending. It was all she could do to not drop her girlfriend as Asami's body grew momentarily limp, slumped forward against Korra's own as she stumbled towards the bed and somehow managed to throw themselves both onto it.

Asami laid on her back with Korra resting atop of her, both of them sweating and gasping and shaking from the exertion before Asami weakly sat up and gave Korra a kiss on her brow. "Your turn." She murmured softly as she coaxed Korra into rolling onto her back.

Except that the bed wasn't very big and Korra ended up falling off of the edge of it with a 'thump' and an "ow!"

"Oh my god, Korra! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The sultriness in Asami's eyes quickly turned into alarm as she peered over the side of her mattress.

"We've gotta do something about this bed!" Korra winced as she sat up and rested her elbows on the mattress, rubbing at the lump that had appeared on her forehead. "What is this, my 3rd time falling out of it?"

And then they looked at each other and couldn't help but burst out into laughter at their complete and utter dorkiness.

"Come here," Asami finally said, after the spell of laughter finally passed, pulling Korra back onto the bed and pressing her into the blankets (and making sure she didn't accidentally roll off the other side.)

Asami kissed Korra from head to toe and back again, flipped her around and repeated it, caressed her everywhere until her limbs had all turned to jelly, and didn't stop until Korra couldn't tell up from down or left from right or even night from day anymore, her head was spinning so dizzily from the arousal. And just when Korra thought she'd die or go into the avatar state or something from the almost torturous anticipation, Asami finally slipped her fingers where Korra's body had been keening for her touch, and Korra's cries soon echoed into the night.

Their lovemaking lasted well into the morning; the sun might have even been threatening to peek its head over the horizon when they finally went to sleep.

Korra felt her eyes grow heavy as she laid snuggled up in Asami's arms. "Asami...?"

Her girlfriend didn't answer her, already asleep.

And Korra couldn't help but smile as she let sleep claim her.

That she could have Asami like this every night seemed an impossible dream to her, (though she imagined that they'd probably have to take things a little easier further into the pregnancy.)

The last thoughts that went through Korra's head before she drifted off was the rest of the conversation she had had with Mako earlier that evening.

'So how are you going to ask her to marry you?'

Korra had stared at Mako, stunned. She remained wordless for a very long time, before the answer slowly came to her "... I'm... not."

Mako's brow furrowed in disapproval. "Korra. Really?"

"Not yet, anyway. I don't want her to think that I'm asking to marry her out of some sense of responsibility or obligation for the baby, and I'm afraid that if I ask her that now, that's all it'll seem like why I'm asking. When I ask her... I want her to know it's because I love her, and want to be with her for the rest of our lives."

"And don't you?"

"I do! But we've also only been going out for all of what? 12 days now? How seriously can she really take a proposal from me if we've only been together for less than two weeks time? No, I'm going to do this right, Mako. Asami deserves nothing less."