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Juvenile: Part 1

When the heiress had a nightmare she liked to go into her parents's room and cuddle up to them for comfort. Hiroshi and Yasuko's room, which was dark and big, was at times frightening and it was a challenge for little Asami just to cross the room to her parents's bed. But once she made it over she nestled herself between them, listening to their heartbeats that confirmed to her developing mechanical mind that they were alive and well. Her nightmares were always of losing them. The mother and father always reassured their little girl that such a thing would never happen. She was being silly for believing so.

Ever since then the engineer knows to trust her dreams and that they are never wrong.

Korra's room is much more welcoming than her parents's. Smaller, quaint, and traditional. Void of any personal belongings that any other individual would have had. Where Asami's bedroom and closet are filled with expensive clothing, books, and other stuff she's collected over the years (anything she wanted she had), the walls in Korra's room are decorated with simple Water Tribe designs and hunting weapons placed there before she moved in. The people of the south have taught themselves how to effectively make any space homey with the use of furs. The Avatar's room is no exception.

Korra has possibly a thousand letters and envelopes from the other three members of Team Avatar littering her desks, tables, and floors. These voices reaching out were never answered, except for one. Asami asked her all those years ago to come with her to the South Pole. Now finally she can and Korra is so grateful. Asami could come here at any time. They're only a portal away from each other if the CEO was in Republic City. Only a Spirit World stood between them.

They lie awake together in the large bed with legs and arms draped over each other. Asami likes to sleep on the left side of Korra, and she only now realizes why. The Avatar's powerful heart beats like a tsunami wave eager to break shore and destroy anything in its way. The calm pounding can be heard more definitively on the left side of the bed, her ear closer to Korra's right side. Korra's heart is literally in the right place.

The younger woman has no problem with this since she can listen to Asami's heart too, in her right ear – on Asami's left side. Even though they seem to keep finding things that only further make them opposites, they've never felt closer. Talking for hours through the night about everything and nothing. The former heiress had the chance to finally open up about her lost and neglected childhood. How after her mother died, her father became more reclusive, and her only company was the dead-eyed mansion staff. Korra listened patiently. Much later, the latter sits up in bed to take her clothes off. Asami easily blushes, and Korra sees this but her face stays serious.

"I have nothing to hide from you," she says directly into her eyes. Asami calls her beautiful. Asami does. By logic that must mean she is the second most beautiful woman in the world, because Asami is the most. The parka and top comes off to reveal Korra's nude torso. She'd commented on how freeing it was when they both decided to go the rest of the vacation without undergarments, and also how without regular support her chest moved much more than she was used to, to Asami's delight. Korra is surprisingly well endowed, and no one knows this (except Asami) because those bindings hold on so tightly to keep from obstructing the Avatar during a fight. The engineer is still somewhat perplexed as to how her girlfriend manages to move like she does with a chest like that.

Her breath hitches when her completely naked lover crawls towards her. Asami may be taller, but Korra is so much bigger than her. It makes her own heart thump in the rhythm of thrashing waves against cliffs. Suddenly the icy-blue room blooms a few degrees hotter at seeing this new side of Korra. The wild and untamed version, where a few short and unruly hairs stick out, and those profoundly cyan orbs turn into dark, love-drunk abysses. Around her lover, Asami never feels richer.

"Shh." The Avatar whispers, "Don't wake up Naga."

Her voice is hoarse and it cracks. A sound that Asami never knew could come out of Korra and it flares the passion within her. Asami doesn't ask, 'What about your parents?', and just lets the bronze beauty take her. Nothing else matters when they are together.

The only thing that does matter is making Korra moan in that new sexy voice of hers.

There are entrancing caresses at first. Both women are learning the other's body better every time and can make each other squeal, grunt, and cry with simple touches on a brown shoulder, a pale hipbone, a dark inviting neck, or enchanting and alluring apple lips. This is their first night together in the human world, and both intend to make it the best so far.

There's the removal of the businesswoman's coat and clothes. They slip under the blankets, exchanging naked kisses and palms against skin. The tanned woman is a mysterious combination of hard and soft, one that Asami can't wait to press her flesh against. The throbbing ache beneath her waist causes the former heiress to go down on her lover. For the first time, she gets a never before known taste of the water tribe native. She could get drunk on the sensation. A sweet taste on her tongue. Besides being rewarded with more of Korra pouring out onto her mouth, she also fulfills the goal of hearing the Avatar scream out. But it's impossible to hear outside the bedroom because the cry is almost silent, yet guttural and intense as she makes a painful bridge out of her back. The need isn't satisfied on Asami's end and she keeps going, drawing out the waves while Korra ravishes her black hair with strained fingers. There's a second release almost immediately and at this point Korra desperately claws and tries to push Asami's face away, but to no avail. The Avatar cums for a third straight time in about thirty seconds and finally manages to shove her lover away with heavy and trembling arms. The engineer crawls up the tan body of her lover, leaving kisses wherever she can reach, making the woman under her shake violently with sensitivity.

"Stop. Ohh, Sami... I'm gonna pass out," she groans in a broken voice, content as her girl enters her arms for a cuddle.

Korra has spent so many nights in this place, unable to move. It's kind of the same now, but at least she's not alone. Neither of them will ever have to sleep alone again.

The younger woman isn't done though and decides to also try something new. It seems to work because Asami is surprised when the bender rises from their embrace and gets on top for a deep and powerful kiss, serving to ignite again. Tongues part lips and the Avatar's taste lingers in Asami's mouth for Korra to test. That's an intoxicating feeling and it's one she wants Asami to experience. She also wants to know what the woman's flavor is.

But for now, the bender bends Asami's knee over her shoulder so that she sits in between her legs. Korra gets on top after teasing her girl a bit, and then rubs herself on top of Asami. The feeling of moisture against moisture, her over-sensitive nub making contact with Asami's, it was one of the hottest things next to seeing the former heiress's face between her thighs. That former heiress now has a blush on her cheeks from the entirely different feeling this brought on. The Avatar, who is having trouble focusing, aided her efforts of pleasing her woman by adding a hand to the gyrating hips below her. Korra rocks her own hips at a steady pace and soon the gliding beneath her turns into raw humping before halting all of sudden. Asami's vision goes black from the release of pooled heat in her lower stomach. She could feel herself mix with Korra. But it didn't stop there. Korra is hell bent on making Asami come as many times as she did, and she keeps pumping her fingers. The older woman is much too weak by now and can't thrust back, only feel, but her lover takes care of that. Green eyes watch a shadowy silhouette with some illuminated spots on her breasts and arms. There's sweat that glistens there in the moonlight coming from the windows, and one of the dark shoulders rotates and flexes the bicep until Asami can feel a thumb rubbing under her hood while the woman's own is sliding on top of her. The nub there gets attacked from all directions with slick heat and it makes her feel like she's surrounded, engulfed in hot electric pleasure. She sees the defined figure increase the movement of her arm and Asami lets go, cumming in Korra's hand for a second time. By now she can't tell up from down, and it doesn't help that the Avatar decides to crawl across her to place them upside down. There's a tongue brushing her extremely delicate, almost vibrating clit, and another pair of folds staring down at her. She does the only logical thing and presses her mouth into them. It doesn't take long for both of the women to collapse in sweaty mess of tangled everything. Afterwards, Korra moves to make them comfortable in her queen-sized bed.

"Thank you for sharing that with me," the princess says. "I want to show you something, tomorrow."

After two weeks only, the couple are more intimate than most, if not all other relationships they know of. Korra's parents said nothing about the two of them being together except for their silent approval. Asami doesn't doubt that their friends will be supportive, they'll be jealous if anything. Bolin and Opal, Jinora and Kai. Both of those couples have been going somewhat strong for three years. She and Korra have been away from each other for the same amount of time. She suspects they are closer than their friends are and the former heiress finds pride in that and hugs her love tighter, receiving an even more eager response from the girl in her arms. Closing her eyes in absolute complacency, her girlfriend pecks her face with kisses leading her to believe that Korra is feeling the same thing she is. Deciding to voice it she says, "I'm so lucky I got you."

Confirming her thoughts, Korra answers, "You have no idea how I feel."

In the Spirit World, everything was so surreal. Both Korra and Asami have to pinch themselves to confirm that this is not a dream; that this is real. That they really truly are in love and that Korra is here and she's not gone or dead. It's too good to be true and they're almost afraid to believe it. That's something that will never change and although Korra thinks she's cried enough for today, she can't help but let slip a few tears behind her eyes, and soon she feels a few drops splash on her cheek. The two women's hearts beat in synchronized harmony, left side to right.

A/N: So the thing about Korra having her heart on the right side – instead of the much more common left side, like the rest of us – is called "Situs Inversus" which is a very rare condition. I don't know where this idea came from, I just thought it fit with the symbolism. I mean, what can I say? I love subtext.

Jesus Christ this chapter was a bitch to write. It's the reason I split it into two parts because I want to continue it under the same title, but it's been a while since I updated and I'm not gonna hold you over any longer + all of the text on this document is disorienting – It's like 20 pages, and 10 of them are notes and future chapters. I have the whole thing outlined, I just have to organize and plan a bit more. My main issue is that I keep coming up with new ideas to add, which is stalling me from the actual writing as I put down notes on my phone.

I'm not going to apologize for not being as fast a writer as other people, or for not writing as much. I write for myself and promised myself I'm going to finish this. It's going to take a while. That is the truth.

Thanks for reading!