Asami watched Korra sleep. It was sometime in the late morning or early afternoon and she didn't want to wake her. Korra was snoring and drooling a bit on her pillow with her chestnut hair draped delicately across her face, and Asami thought she looked brown and beautiful.
She thought of the nights she would console Korra who sometimes shook violently awake from lingering nightmares of being poisoned, of going through all she did in a short span of years and somehow managing to come out stronger and wiser for it. The CEO admired her girlfriend almost as much as she loved her. She couldn't believe Korra was with her, and part of her wondered whether she was good enough for the Avatar.
It was hard at first to get Korra's attention. When they met and Asami was dating Mako, she would go out of her way to try to impress Korra, showing off her racing skills or offering herself up wherever she could on Team Avatar missions.
Later on, when they were both over Mako, they became fast friends and Asami realized her attraction to Korra was more than just a deep admiration. She caught herself ogling Korra while training with her and holding up pads for her to punch. The Avatar's muscular physique and especially her arms made Asami scream inside to be touched, and Korra's crooked smile made her heart pound out of her chest.
But still, she didn't know whether Korra felt the same; heck, she wasn't sure if Korra liked women that way. Asami was always attracted to women and realized it early, but she never fully came out to her conservative father though she never hid it; he just chose not to see.
As such, she had affairs with classmates at her all girls boarding school and even brought one home once; her father never thought twice about how close they were and how they held hands and giggled incessantly at inside jokes. He figured girls will be girls.
Still, eligible bachelors lined up to date Asami, and as she was also attracted to men, she found herself dating them because, frankly, it was easier.
But Korra made Asami realize what real love is. It's hard work and patience and understanding. It can heal and it can hurt. But it also fills the heart and soul and bones and flesh with an immeasurable weight and incredible lightness. Love is a paradox, Asami decided. The weight on her heart, the lightness of her head – a fine line between sickness and health. This feeling, she knew it well – the feeling of uncertain and unreciprocated love, first in the agonizing three years apart from Korra and recently during their month of being broken up.
Korra was still fast asleep, and Asami scooted closer and draped her arm around her. They were both naked under the soft sheets and Asami felt cocooned and safe with her love there.
Korra's eyes fluttered open and her big blues rested on Asami's met gaze; she yawned and moaned and leaned into Asami's grasp and tilted her forehead against the other woman, and with morning breath, uttered "Good morning."
"Hiiii," Asami purred.
Korra scooted even closer, and Asami wrapped her naked leg around her.
The room was shadowy; the drapes were closed though the vaulted ceilings with their high windows allowed some light to slink through.
"Mmm, what time is it?" Korra said, eyes still half closed, hand massaging Asami's back gently.
"I have no idea."
"Good. Keep it that way."
That's when Korra leaned in for a morning (or was it afternoon?) kiss before nestling her head into Asami's nape and breathing into it; she kissed it delicately, sending shivers through Asami's spine and chest and head and loins. Asami loved being kissed there. It was one of her sweet spots, and Korra knew it.
"Love you stinky," Asami said, leaning in once again to rub noses with Korra.
"Stinky? Me?"
"Yup."
Korra cupped her hand to her mouth and turned her head away to breathe into and smell it. Then she lifted an armpit, smelled that.
"Oh, and what of it?" Korra said.
"I like the way you smell. I like your stink, and I want it on me."
Asami gave Korra a look, and the Avatar took her cue, moving her hand down Asami's body ever so slowly toward her nether region with her mouth still focused on the other woman's neck, twirling her tongue against soft flesh.
Asami trembled whenever Korra touched her, and being naked under the sheets made it more intimate. She moaned into these caresses, wanting more but also for Korra to take her time. This was bliss, and she was in no rush.
Meantime, Asami reciprocated touches, her nails and finger pads massaging gently behind Korra's neck and running up the back of her scalp through her hair. Asami knew Korra loved these nurturing touches, and Korra occasionally paused her kisses of Asami's neck to lean into the other woman's hand and linger there for a blissful moment.
Korra's hand danced around Asami's outer hip and dipped down to the crevice leading to her pussy. But they were both angled awkward and lazily, so Korra, in her still dreamy horny haze rolled Asami to her back and propped herself up on her elbow, both tented by the sheet.
Asami watched as Korra's eyes scanned the length of her; Asami did the same. They began with their eyes, keeping their gazes steady with no words until Korra giggled and the contagion of laughter caused Asami to follow suit. Nothing like conversations with the eyes between soulmates. Next came Korra's magnificent breasts. Two plump and perky mounds with dark dimpled areolas that Asami wanted to suckle.
Their eyes traveled down their abs toward their core. Korra was a goddess; she had the perfect body. She was strong and hard and muscular yet curvy and full-figured; she combined the best features of paintings of voluptuous sea goddesses and sculptures of perfectly muscled and proportioned naked heroes. And here she was for Asami's gaze, also naked. Likewise, she felt Korra's eyes on her, and it made her wet to think her naked body turned Korra on.
"You are so hot," Asami confessed.
"I was thinking the same," Korra said.
"Your body is perfect – I want to touch the Avatar."
"The Avatar wants to be touched."
Asami's eyes moved down to Korra's bush and, without further ado, she teased her hand there and plunged a finger in between the Avatar's folds and felt the slick wetness. Then she put her finger to her mouth and had a little taste while Korra watched with lustful eyes.
It was a game of who would go first – would Korra make her way down hands and lips to Asami's core? Or would Asami take control from where she lay? The CEO reached her hand up again to rub against Korra's inner thigh. Her other hand rubbed Korra's tits, one then the other. Then, she got up and straddled Korra, tossing the sheets to the side. Korra sat up to meet Asami and kissed her deeply, lustfully, hips rocking into each other.
Asami was ready to please her woman, so after a spell of making out and epic foreplay, she seated Korra at the edge of the bed and lay her down, legs dangling off the edge. She got on her knees at the foot of the bed and spread Korra's legs.
"I'd like to kiss you down there. Can I please, baby?"
"Oh Spirits, Asami, if you don't get in there -," Korra responded.
Asami got a good look at Korra's beautiful, wet pussy.
"Your pussy is perfect, did you know that?" Asami said teasingly.
"Thanks," Korra huffed. "I – ahh!"
Asami blew on Korra's pussy and flattened her tongue against the clit. Then she swirled her tongue around the delicate bud, licking the folds around it and the sensitive spot next to it. She had studied this pussy like a map and therefore knew that it drove Korra wild to lick and pound her tongue exactly next to the clit. This kind of attention, interspersed with occasional direct thrashing of the bud before edging away drove Korra wild.
And it was precisely what she did now, Korra's hips rocking up to meet Asami's mouth and Asami using her hands on her girlfriend's sculpted abs to rest her back down.
Korra moaned and breathed deeply at Asami's tongue, and these sounds encouraged Asami more.
Finally, Asami wrapped her lips around Korra's pussy and sucked, using her tongue to flick the clit.
"I'm coming!" Korra exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly, and she trembled against Asami's mouth, gushing wetness while Asami lapped it up.
But Asami wasn't done, and Korra knew better. One of the great things about being a woman is having multiple back to back orgasms. She continued to suck, keeping her lips wrapped around Korra's lower lips like a suction cup.
She knew Korra's core would be more sensitive and was conscious of that as she focused her attention on that special spot at the side of Korra's clit, now also working her hand down to explore inside of her.
Asami plunged one, then two fingers inside, hooking them upward as she pulled out. Korra was in a tizzy gripping the mattress cover and moaning incessantly to Asami's utter delight. Asami continued these movements until Korra announced she was coming a second time and the CEO rode out her love's orgasm in her mouth, feeling and riding the aftershocks.
Then she nestled up next to Korra who leaned in and kissed her, licking the come on her face.
"You taste good," Asami said.
"You're beautiful," Korra replied.
They lay there awhile in no particular rush until Korra eventually straddled Asami and leaned down to pepper her neck and bottom of her chin with kisses. Asami felt a chill move from where Korra touched her to her head and heart and down to her core.
Korra rubbed Asami's thighs, pinching the fleshy part gently. Then the Avatar trailed her hand back up to cup her lover's breasts.
The feeling of Korra's strong hand teasing its way back up and away from where she wanted it most drove Asami wild. But then the way Korra squeezed her tits, gently yet firmly made her body tingle. She knew Korra could feel her heart pounding near out of her chest because her girlfriend reacted to the heavy thud and looked deeply into Asami's eyes, the same genuine look that made her melt every time.
"How should I please you?" Korra said.
"I'm already pleased."
Korra leaned in and kissed Asami passionately. Then breathed into her ear "Do you want it tender… or do you want to explore other options?"
Asami loved other options. They were into other options previously and no doubt would return to them soon, but for whatever sappy reason, in this moment, she wanted Korra to love her tenderly.
"Tender," Asami said, looking Korra straight in the eyes causing her love's body to tremble against her.
She leaned down and cradled Asami's neck and kissed her gently.
"I missed you," Korra said.
"I missed you."
The Avatar began trailing kisses down Asami's neck and down to each breast, kissing and suckling each until finding the center where they met and continuing the journey downward. Korra moved to get down on her knees and drape Asami's legs over her shoulders. Asami propped herself up on her elbows and locked eyes on Korra one last time before the Avatar tucked her head down and pressed her heavy tongue on Asami's clit.
Asami breathed in deeply and tilted her head back and angled her hips up into Korra's mouth who pushed back against it. She reached out a hand and felt it against Korra's bobbing head. It felt so good to have her pussy enveloped by the Avatar, who had a practiced tongue from eating her out daily for year straight.
Korra pulled away, and Asami croaked "Don't stop!"
The Avatar cocked a half smile and said, "Don't worry baby."
Asami felt Korra place a hand over her pussy and rub the length of it up and down. This teased Asami to no end, who was fast becoming impatient.
Korra leaned in to kiss where her hand was rubbing and all along Asami's lover pelvis.
"Hurry, baby."
So much for taking her time, Asami thought but she no longer cared. She needed release.
Korra played around with Asami's hole and slowly dipped a finger in, then another and used her palm to rub against the clit while she motioned her fingers in and up and back rhythmically.
Asami moaned. The feeling of Korra's hand made her want more, and she said:
"Harder. More."
Korra slowly squeezed another finger in there and wriggled it around to join the others. Asami was getting three finger-fucked while Korra's palm steadily pressed against and worked the clit.
"What happened to tender?"
"Fuck tender. I need you to fuck me. Now." Asami said, desperate.
Korra started pounding Asami's hole, though not erratically but steadily, focused.
Asami howled and Korra dipped her head down to assist her hand and moved her palm aside to let her tongue go to work.
Korra kept busy and soon Asami announced she was coming. Korra kept up her pace, even as Asami came leaving her no downtime to recover.
"Ahh," Asami said.
But Korra just moaned into her pussy, now concentrating her tongue at lashing her clit.
Asami propped herself up and rode her hips into Korra's mouth, her body rolling to the undulations of Korra's tongue, whose hand moved slower now but with increased pressure on the padded spot inside her pussy.
"Oh Spirits! Oh Korra!" Asami cried out and felt Korra's other hand cup over her mouth, which Asami licked and kissed and bit.
Asami came again just then, and Korra used her tongue to nurture Asami's clit back to sanity before finally releasing it.
Asami lay there huffing deeply. The orgasms released lingering tension in her chest and sacrum. Korra rested her head on Asami's stomach, still kneeling between her legs, and Asami ran her fingers through Korra's hair.
"I could get used to this again," Asami said softly.
"Me too," Korra said.
···················
Korra watched Asami on her way to the washroom. Asami, still naked, was gorgeously tall and athletic but slim and curvy, her raven hair tumbling down to the dip of her hip.
The Avatar couldn't believe Asami Sato was her girlfriend again; sometimes she wondered what she did to deserve such a beautiful woman inside and out, and she did now as well. She loved Asami more than anyone in her life, and she questioned the length she would go for this woman. It frightened her to think that if it came down to it, there was nothing she was not willing to do.
Harmonic convergence and Raava defeating Vaatu – light overcoming dark – flashed briefly before Korra's eyes; she remembered Vaatu could never be destroyed and had the gut feeling that the dark spirit lingered somewhere deep.
She could hear Asami pissing from the bathroom, whose door was left ajar, then the splash of water washing her hands.
"What do you say we take a bath?" Asami said from the washroom.
"A bath sounds nice. How bout a shower this time though?"
"I'll take that too."
Korra got up, also butt naked, and walked over to the washroom and approached Asami from behind, wrapping her arms around her. Asami's hand came up to meet Korra's forearm and she leaned back into Korra. Korra inhaled her sweaty love, who smelled like perfume and sex; it was wonderful.
She kissed along Asami's shoulder and moved her hand down her lover's body to touch her down there, again.
Asami moaned and said:
"In the shower."
And they climbed in and took a cold shower, the water making them nearly jump out of their skin if not for the warmth of each other and another wave of orgasms.
Finally they were clean and clothed. It seemed they hadn't worn clothes in ages, and when was the last time they ate?
They were seated at the coffee table where the shades of the room were drawn to reveal it was late afternoon. Korra was ravishingly hungry; they hadn't eaten anything except each other since the day before and they likewise hadn't left their room.
"Sami, what are you hungry for?"
Asami lifted her eyebrows at Korra exaggeratedly.
"Besides me," Korra said, winking.
"Anything healthy, hon," Asami said.
They didn't motion to go yet but stayed awhile. It was nice to have nothing to do and it was nice to do nothing.
Kuvira and the events of the previous day were eventually brought up. Korra had wondered what Kuvira would do now that everybody knew her ankle bracelet was useless. Su was right, nobody could stop her if they tried; that was sort of the point of house arrest – she was allowed to stay home on merit.
"Korra," Asami said, breaking Korra's meditation.
"Do you think Kuvira is attractive?"
"Um, wat?" Korra said. She was caught off guard by this question and shuffled her feet, fidgeting a little in her seat. She saw Asami notice this and tried to sit still.
"You can be honest," Asami said. "I want you to be. Please."
"I, um, well…" Korra let out a sigh. "Of course you know she's gorgeous."
Korra wasn't sure where Asami was going with this, but it made her nervous and she half expected her girlfriend to clap back with a jealous retort. But Asami didn't. Instead, her eyes softened and her eyelashes batted causing Korra's heart to race.
"I knew it. She is our type, isn't she?" Asami said. And in that moment, she knew Korra was referring to Mako. Kuvira and Mako both shared a similar dark and brooding angular quality that Korrasami enjoyed.
"Have you ever thought of us, all of us together before?"
The answer, of course, was yes. Korra had touched herself to this thought more than once. She replied:
"Well, I can't lie, I have," Korra was now onto Asami's game, and it was turning her on.
Asami leaned back into her chair and started unbuttoning her blouse and gliding her fingertips across her chest.
"You two are just so… powerful," Asami said. "I'm not sure I could handle it."
"Oh, I think you could," Korra husked. Her hand now headed south to her own core.
"Just watch me first, baby," Asami said. "Then I'll watch you."
And Korra moved her hand away to grip the chair and fixate her eyes on Asami, who was touching herself and continued asking questions about Kuvira.
"Her beauty mark," Asami moaned.
This made Korra a little jealous to see Asami so turned on by the thought of Kuvira, but it turned her on more.
"Tell me what she did to you." Asami continued.
And Korra described, shyly at first, but then leaned into a play by play as she saw Asami's arousal peak.
Just then a loud knock sounded, startling both of them.
"Just a minute… I mean, uh, who is it?"
"It's Kuvira," a deep husky voice sounded from the other side.