A/N: I am trash. Pure Korrasami trash, and this is trash…I'm not sorry. :P

Korra stares in to a pair of beautiful emerald eyes, unblinking, the pair across from her doing the same. She lays in bed, naked, propped up on one elbow, Asami across from her, matching her position, and in an equal state of nudity. Considering what they had just been doing, this wasn't all that surprising.

The open balcony doors let in the warm, Ember Island breeze, rustling the curtains just so, the spacious bedroom of their honeymoon retreat cottage Asami had purchased for them, smelling of sweat and sex.

She couldn't help but smile as she pants, red faced and slightly sweating, staring across at Asami, at the beautiful body laid out before her, at the necklace around her neck, finally marking her as Korra's wife. Her wife. Asami Sato had agreed to marry her of all people. It still left her completely flabbergasted.

Asami smiled back, which in turn made Korra smile wider, prompting Asami to show even more of her perfect, white teeth, making Korra's grin grow, and so on. It was a cycle, until both women were staring at each other, with grins as wide as they could go.

"Hi," Korra said after a while, breaking the silence.

Asami chuckled lightly, a sound more beautiful and perfect than any Korra could remember hearing before…well maybe a few of Asami's sex noises were better…really any noise from Asami was just grand if you asked her, even her screams of anger, which had so far, been turned on Korra only on the rarest of occasions. It meant that Asami was here though, alive and most of all, Korra's.

"Hi," the engineer responded, wiggling her fingers and making Korra laugh. "Did you need something?"

She tossed her hair the way that made Korra's knees go weak, making the Avatar glad she was currently lying down.

Cheeky devil, Korra couldn't help but think fondly as she pulled Asami in by her face, watching one elegant brow curl upwards. "Just more of you," she answered boldly, observing the way Asami blushed at her candor, and pressing her lips against the raven-haired beauty's eagerly. For what felt like a glorious eternity, Korra melded her lips upon the goddess that she had here all to herself, slipping her tongue in to Asami's mouth, their tongues battling for dominance.

After some time, air became an issue and so the women were forced to part, Korra gladly leaning her forehead in to Asami's as she grinned at her wife, Asami doing the same.
"Well," Asami spoke, panting again. "That was fun."

"I certainly enjoyed doing it," Korra agreed in a sultry, whispered tone, smirking. "And do you know what I'm going to do now?" As she spoke, she rolled them both over gently, straddling her wife's hips, the blue strap-on she was still wearing from earlier, poking up between them like a proud flagpole.

Smiling deviously, Asami reached up her arms, lovingly caressing Korra's face, as she whispered back, just as sultrily, "No. What are you going to do?"

"I," Korra said quietly, leaning forward slightly.

"Yes," Asami prompted, a smile on her face, and a perfectly manicured brow rising.

"I," She repeated more quietly, leaning forward more fully.

"Yes?" Asami was a bit more insistent this time.

Korra leaned forward even more, the strap-on rubbing itself through Asami's folds, making the CEO's breath hitch every time the tip hits her clit, as Korra gently rolled her hips. She's lay full length against Asami now, her mouth right next to a pale, delicate ear as she whispered in to her wife's ear, "I…" Asami shivered, gasping. Korra abruptly sat up, leaving Asami blinking up at her in confusion as Korra's voice returned to normal, a huge, cheeky grin on her face. "Am gonna go get some ice cream." She rubbed her stomach, patting it. "I'm starving."

She rolled off Asami and hopped off the bed, delighting in the indignant spluttering coming from behind her, and the indignant, "Korra! Are you kidding me right now?!" That Asami released.

She couldn't help but let out a laugh, looking back over her shoulder at her red faced wife, trying to look angry, but also not missing the way Asami was clearly checking out her ass. She smirked, giving it a wiggle, enjoying the way Asami blushed and looked up at her, seeing that she'd been caught.

"Totally serious," Korra replied happily. "I may be the Avatar and have inhuman stamina, but if you want us to keep having such amazing sex, even I need a fuel break every once in a while." She winked, delighting in Asami's increasing blush.

Asami pouted, which is scientifically proven to be absolutely adorable, (Korra has conducted multiple tests after all, and all have provided quite conclusive results) and crossed her arms, only serving to make her look even cuter and press her breasts up and together, making Korra grin even wider. She licked her lips, growling appreciatively at the sight.

Asami pouted even more, easily doubling her cuteness levels as she blushes an even deeper red, refusing to meet Korra's eyes. "You suck," she muttered.

Korra smirked at her. "That's not what you were saying for the last few hours."

Asami gasped, blushing yet deeper.

Korra laughed again. "Besides," she turned, crossing her own arms, the strap-on bouncing from her motion. "I'm the one wearing the cock, so I'm pretty sure that's your job." The Avatar winked at her, slowly, and suggestively stroking her hand up and down the artificial appendage.

"Oh spirits, Korra!" Asami threw her arms up in exasperation, making her breasts jiggle and Korra watched appreciatively. The CEO then reached behind her and grabbed up a pillow, which she proceeded to chuck at the Avatar.

The fluffy projectile was easily caught and tossed back, thumping gently in to Asami's face, and falling off to the side, leaving the engineer pouty, blushing and with hair even more disheveled.

Korra couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

Asami dropped her face in to her hands and groaned. "You're a terrible person," she declared from the safety of her hands.

Korra laughed again, shrugging. "You married me."

"I did," Asami agreed, not revealing her face.

"And you love me," Korra reminded her.

"I do," she agreed again. "Sometimes I question why." She peeked out from behind the cover of her pale fingers, the smile on her face just clear enough for Korra to make out.

"Pttthhhhhhhbbbb!" Korra blew a raspberry, making Asami lower her hands, laughing.

The women smiled at each other.

"C'mon," Korra encouraged, reaching out a hand. "Let's go get that ice cream so I can ravish you again." She bounced her eyebrows up and down suggestively.

"Yes Ma'am," Asami agreed, taking her hand, and allowing Korra to pull her to her feet.

"Oooh, Ma'am huh? I like that." Korra smirked at her as she pulled Asami to her feet and brought her in close, wrapping her arms around the taller girl's waist, and blatantly groping her wife's ass. "Honk, honk," Korra supplied playfully with each squeeze.

Asami's bubbling laugh came out again, even as she wrapped her arms around Korra's shoulders, burying her face in the crook of her wife's neck.

"Dork," Asami accused fondly.

"Mmhmm," Korra agreed easily. "Your dork."

"True." Asami kissed her cheek and laid her head back down. "And don't you forget it."

Korra could feel the other woman's smile against her skin. "Why Mrs. Sato," she gasped in mock offense. "I would never." She hugged the pale woman tighter, the strap-on pinned between them, rubbing against their bellies.

Asami's arms tightened as well. "Mmm," she hummed happily. "Good." A sigh of contentment brushed against Korra's skin, making the girl smile.

Korra chuckled again, and both were silent for a while, before Korra broke the silence. "Asami my love?"

There's a rustling of hair as Asami stirred from the haze of love Korra is sure she's in. "Yes Korra my dear?"

"You know how we're married now?"

Asami gave a little nod. "Mmmhm?"

"Let's get fat together." Korra was smiling.

Asami laughs, and Korra can feel her smiling as well. "Fuck yeah," she agrees enthusiastically. "Let's do it."

"I fucking love you," Korra exclaimed, and then paused as a thought hit her, and her smile of adoration turned to a smirk. "And I love fucking you."

There's more laughter from the CEO. "Well then," Asami lifted her head, pulling back far enough to look at Korra. "Why don't we get that ice cream, so you can have the energy to continue fucking me?"

"Why Mrs. Sato," Korra says, grinning hugely. "I thought you'd never ask." And with that, she stomped the ground, chuckling at Asami's yelp as she's tossed in to the air, and automatically wrapped her legs around Korra's waist. Korra's smirk widens when Asami gasps.

She's lined everything up properly, and so the strap-on slips easily in to Asami's still moist vagina, and Korra could feel her stomach tighten as her inner muscles clench and adjust to the sudden intruder in her body. The CEO's clit pulsed against Korra's stomach in time with her other contractions.

Asami moaned. "Th-that's not…fair," she protested halfheartedly.

Korra laughs. "Shhh," she chides ligtly, kissing the girl silent. "Ice cream time." And she proceeded to jog out of the room, Asami bouncing on the artificial cock, letting out little gasps of, "Ah, ah, ah," each time the toy thrusts up inside her. "Time to get fat," Korra declared heartily.

"Oooooh," Asami moans, making Korra snort in laughter once again.

A/N: This was originally supposed to be much shorter, and I considered continuing it on to glorious food smut between our two lovely ladies. :P Maybe next time. In the meantime, review, follow and favorite and let me know what you all think! It's always encouraged and appreciated. Enjoy!