So I don't usually do this, but I was reading some of the most recent reviews and I saw the request for a followup for the 'Drunk' fic and I was more than happy to write part 2 for you guys. I still have a lot of prompts on my list, so I kind of feel bad for jumping straight to this one, but I had an idea all of a sudden and I was like, "Okay, how can I not write this real quick?"
Also, I haven't necessarily looked over these past few fics for grammar errors and whatnot, so if you happen to see anything, help a girl out and point them out to me so I can fix them right away!
And as always, thank you so much for the reviews! Nothing makes me happier when I read your input!
Drunk Prt 2
When the gang had finally decided to head home, Asami led her drunken friends to her Satomobile parked in the lot adjacent to the bar. Korra had her hand in a tight grip as she skipped alongside her, followed by Bolin, who had slung Opal over his shoulder because she had fallen asleep earlier at their table. Mako brought up the end of the group, stumbling over his own two feet, throwing curses this way and that.
"Ooh!" Korra said excitedly as they neared the car. "I want to sit between Bolin and Mako!"
Asami scowled at her girlfriend. "No, you'll sit up front with me."
"Mmm…that works too," she said in a low voice. She tried to wrap her arms around Asami and bring her into a kiss, but Asami would have none of it and dodged her effortlessly. Korra pouted and crossed her arms.
As Asami ordered for Mako, Bolin, and Opal to take the backseat, Korra climbed into the passenger seat, grumbling loudly.
After Asami had deposited their three companions safely to Mako and Bolin's apartment, she glanced at her surprisingly quiet girlfriend in the seat next to her. Korra didn't make a sound as they pulled into the large garage at the Sato Mansion, nor when Asami walked her up the stairs and to their bedroom.
"Are you okay?" Asami asked her when she shut the door.
Korra looked at her with wide eyes and her mouth drooped open slightly.
"I just—!" she blurted all of a sudden and made a beeline for the master bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Asami blinked at the outburst, but brushed it aside nonetheless.
She walked over to her bed and sat on the edge and began to tug off her boots and unbutton her jacket. As she was sliding out of her slacks she heard retching from the bathroom and winced.
Poor Korra, Asami thought. But then she remembered what her girlfriend had done earlier that night and decided she wasn't going to feel too bad about it.
She finished undressing and threw on her sleepwear when Korra came stumbling out of the bathroom and dove headfirst towards the bed. Or at least she meant to make it to the bed; instead she was met with the hard wooden floor in front of her destination.
"Uhhhnnng…" came her sad moan from the ground.
"Korra!" Asami exclaimed. She rounded the bed and managed to stifle a laugh at the sight of her awkwardly positioned girlfriend.
Korra's face was pressed into the floorboards and her knees bent under her, causing her backside to be raised up high into the air.
"Are you okay?" Asami smiled as she neared her. She grasped Korra by her shoulders and pulled her up so that she was sitting on her knees.
Suddenly she was hit by the putrid smell of what Korra had dispelled from her body. She looked down at Korra's shirt and saw a rubbed in splotch of something Asami would rather leave a mystery.
"Oh, Korra!" she grimaced.
Asami hoisted her to her feet and guided her back to the bathroom. She lifted Korra up so that she was sitting on the counter next to the sink. Korra blinked lazily and watched as Asami left her there for a moment before returning with fresh clothes.
Sighing, Asami grasped the bottom of Korra's shirt and slowly pulled it her body. Once it was free of Korra's head and arms, Asami wrinkled her nose and tossed to the hamper that sat in the corner. She continued removing dirty clothing until Korra sat there in her bindings and baggy pants.
"Oh I see," Korra slurred with a knowing smile and droopy eyelids. "This is why you wouldn't kiss me. You wanted a more private place." Asami snorted and handed her a toothbrush.
"Brush," she commanded.
Korra obeyed and began scrubbing away the disgusting taste in her mouth, replacing it with a refreshing spearmint flavor.
Asami grabbed Korra's waistband and began tugging her pants down her thighs. She caught Korra's eye and made a face.
"Oh please," she scoffed in response to Korra's raised eyebrow.
When Korra was reduced to her underwear, Asami made her spit and rinse in the sink next to her.
"Can you put these on?" Asami asked her and gestured to a blue tank top and grey shorts.
Korra tilted her head to the side and grinned playfully.
"No."
Asami pursed her lips. "Korra—"
"No, I want you to."
Scowling, Asami forced the tank top down Korra's raised arms. When Korra's head was through the opening she was met with a sloppy kiss that tasted rather minty. Before she could pull away, Korra had her legs wrapped around Asami's waist and her hands gripping the back of her neck to hold her in place.
"Korra!" Asami's protest was muffled by Korra's fast moving lips. Her tongue kept pressing against Asami's lips, trying to gain entrance.
Asami wriggled in Korra's grasp, but found no means of immediate escape. She brought her hands up to Korra's elbows and attempted to pry them apart. Sadly for Asami's sake, Korra's drunken state didn't affect her strength.
"Korra!" she tried again, which was a mistake, because Korra found her mark and her tongue slid into Asami's mouth. Shivers shot down Asami's spine and she couldn't help herself when she returned the kiss.
After a minute or so of heated kissing, Asami suddenly remembered the situation. Korra was drunk and she shouldn't be doing this.
Korra seemed to think that Asami had become more welcoming of her advances, so she eased up on her grip. Asami took advantage of this and pressed her hands to Korra's stomach, effectively pushing herself away.
Once the kiss had broken Asami gasped for air and stumbled back in the bathroom. Korra frowned at her from the counter.
"What's—the matter—?" she asked inbetween breaths.
Asami glared at her.
"You're drunk, Korra."
"So?" she said slumping against the mirror.
Asami just pursed her lips.
"So," she said crossly, "I shouldn't be letting you do things like this." She stepped up to the counter and began cleaning up. She picked up the grey shorts and dropped them on Korra's lap.
Korra jutted out her bottom lip in attempt of playing the sympathy card, but Asami refused to respond. Muttering, Korra managed to slide off the counter without falling and tried to pull on her shorts. She started to feel lightheaded and the edges of her vision went hazy. Korra grasped the edge of the counter with one hand to steady herself and the other gripped the grey cloth around one of her ankles.
Asami saw her slight stumble and bent down to help her finish the job. She peered down into Korra's eyes when she was done and noticed a sudden drowsiness in them.
Sighing, Asami looped an arm around Korra's waist and led her from the bathroom, careful not to let her walk into anything. She brought her to the bed and gestured for her to sit. Asami gently pushed her down into the pillows and tucked the sheets around her. She turned off the lamp on her bedside table and crawled in next to her girlfriend.
Asami hadn't been lying there for ten seconds before a pair of hard, muscular arms locked around her neck and a warm body pressed against her side. She was prepared to fight off another one of Korra's drunken kiss-attacks, but the assault never came. Instead, Korra nestled her head into the crook of Asami's neck and sighed.
Half an hour went by and Asami had been stroking her hair lightly, hoping it would put her to sleep. She felt Korra's head move slightly and she burped into the silence. Asami laughed softly at the absurdity of it and pressed her cheek against the top of Korra's head. She closed her eyes with a smile on her face and hoped that her girlfriend didn't have too much of a hangover when they woke.