Notes:

Warning: eventual explicit three-way sex; strap-on sex

This is a longer chapter. Hope you enjoy!

The Sunday of the first annual Ba Sing Se Grand Prix brought racers from teams representing the Earth Territories, Fire Nation, and even the Water Tribes. It was a sunny day, though windy, with no sign of rain.

Residents of the Earth Nation's most impenetrable city gathered to the agrarian zone between the outer and inner walls to watch the two-day event. Everyone wanted see whether the famous Satomobile, the original motored vehicle, was also the best. Or had it been surpassed by competition?

On Saturday, Team Future Industries led by Chai Son qualified for the Sunday race simply by lapping and meeting the minimum speed and weight and engine size.

Chai Son and the rest of the racers were taking warm-up laps, which meant the race was starting within thirty minutes. The goal was 55 laps around closed-off, country roads in the old fortress of a city.

Korrasami enjoyed relative privacy from their box seat as they watched the race. Asami wanted to be down there in the pit with the boys, but alas, she would have to be satisfied cheering on her business partner from afar with her love, Avatar Korra, by her side.

Korra, meantime, was beguiled by any sporting event and this was no exception. She had been sizing up all the cars and secretly rooted for the underdog, a Southern Water Tribe guy with a shimmery blue like the ocean-painted hotrod. Though Asami's car, a glossy red beauty, may have been the prettiest, it was driven by someone who Korra revolted, and she wanted him to lose – and worse. Thoughts like these were what Korra had feared about herself, this festering hatred which nursed a budding darkness within her.

"Can you believe Chai Son placed third in qualifying?" Asami said with her eyes fastened to the track as the cars sped around the track, still warming up.

Korra didn't know whether Asami meant it as a good or bad thing, but by the looks of Asami's twitching knee, she exuded anything but calm. Korra placed her hand on Asami's knee for reassurance, and Asami melted at Korra's touch, bringing her hand to meet Korra's.

"I can't believe you arranged all this," Korra began. "The entire event is just – spectacular. I had no idea so many different types of cars existed; like they were invented suddenly because they were allowed to be and because of you. Honestly, every day I think, 'My girlfriend is the coolest person I know.'"

Asami blushed and squeezed Korra's hand. She sighed then.

"I wish I were down there. I just wanna race and work on cars all day, you know? But I have to be the face of Future Industries. I have to look good all the time and talk to men who want to sleep with me or take my money or both. And I have to present an image to the public and be a good example for the folks that look up to me. It's exhausting."

Korra didn't expect this sudden release, but she loved anytime her girlfriend showed a bit of her vulnerable side. It was hard for Asami, being raised the way she was and going through what she did, so Korra hardly pushed, just waited and listened and loved.

"Knowing what it's like to have major responsibility to others - it can be tiring huh? Downright heavy at times, and you can't please everyone," Korra commiserated, adding, "But at least you're cool while you do it. You're so cool."

"That's another thing – being cool all the time – what other choice do I have? Besides, you think I'm cool," Asami teased. She smiled and pinched Korra's chin. "You're the Avatar."

"And you've gotta deal with it," Korra smirked, lifting one eyebrow playfully.

"Yes, I deal with it every day. I love dealing with it, and I'll keep dealing with it for a long, long time."

"Is that a deal?"

"It's a promise."

Asami leaned into Korra and hugged her, and they watched the rest of the warm-up with Korra gently stroking the back of her arm and playing with her soft black hair.

Korra wanted to ask Asami what she meant by a long, long time but decided instead to enjoy the moment because in the end all a long time amounted to was a collection of moments.

The hard part was over. Kuvira and Bae had made it across Serpent's Pass and managed to finagle their way into the outer wall of Ba Sing Se by flirting with a guard and getting a seat on the monorail.

Kuvira sniffed out from the guards the kind of desperate fellow that would fold at any provocation or attention from an attractive woman, not to mention two. And Bae had been a marvelous wing woman in the operation. It wasn't something either was ashamed of, turning on their feminine wiles to get what they wanted – and Kuvira always got what she wanted – it was all a manner of when to turn on which kind of charm, as Kuvira was also well-versed in the art of charisma, a useful tool during wartime. If more men possessed such the inherent powers of women, they'd likewise feel no shame flexing it.

Through their travails across the Earth Territories these past few weeks, Kuvira had come to consider Bae a bosom buddy.

"You know Pang, I've been travelin' with you a few weeks now, and I still don't see how this race is gonna get us to the Southern Air Temple," Bae complained as they approached the race and blended in with thousands of rowdy fans.

"It's a long shot, but I'm thinking we can hitch a ride from someone I know," Kuvira said.

"I'm curious who this mystery person is who can happen to give you a lift to the Southern Air Temple, place few in this world have ever been. And why the Southern Air Temple again?"

"One – I told you not to ask me personal questions, and two – you should have asked before traveling along the treacherous and life-threatening Serpent's Pass with me."

"That doesn't even make sense! But I bet it's about a girl. Always is," Bae half-jested. "And I'm soooo curious to see who this mystery love of Pang's life is."

Kuvira, though a complicated woman, was perhaps at her core as simple as the rest of us humans. She punched Bae's arm playfully before remembering her mission; she was the type to not lose focus until she got what she wanted.

"C'mon, I think we can get in over here and blend in," Kuvira changed the subject. "From what I overheard, there's a bunch of open seats. We just have to look like we belong."

They slipped in with a bunch of rowdy sports fans carrying foam fingers and wearing beer hats.

"Quick, act natural!" Kuvira whispered not so subtly to Bae.

Bae grabbed someone's beer hat which rested on an empty seat and put it on. They tried their best to act like generic sports fans, yelling Woo and Yeeha and guzzling the warm beers down before eventually slinking off to find an unoccupied seat.

"Woohoooo…. sports!" Bae said.

"Yea, um, racing, so fun and um, sports!" Kuvira added.

They found a seat and gave up the charade, Kuvira scoping out the audience for signs of – them. A few minutes went by and seemingly out of nowhere, Kuvira folded her arms and attempted to say as nonchalantly as possible: "It's not just about a girl. There's another reason too - a main reason, but there also happens to be a girl, so… I mean I can't help how I feel! A person can't help falling in love, even if it is an annoying distraction!"

Kuvira found herself flustered, her heart was thudding out of her chest, her head hot.

Taken aback by the sudden candor, Bae patted Kuvira's shoulder. "There, there. See? It's good to talk about these things. Anyone tries too hard to bottle up their emotions'll end up likely to explode. That's why I don't mind talking about my husband. Helps it feel like he's still with me."

Kuvira had noticed Bae's penchant for mentioning her husband and indeed felt as if she missed him too, though she did not remember him, only similar people she mowed down in her pursuit to create a United Earth Empire.

"Her name's Opal," Kuvira continued finally after regaining her composure. "Stick with me, you'll see her."

"What's she like?"

"She's pretty, that's for sure. But smart – exceptionally smart. Perhaps the sharpest person I know who doesn't like to brag or show off but can tear you down in a battle of wits because she knows the advantage of being underestimated. And she'll always tell you the truth, even if it makes you cry," Kuvira said. She smiled and shivered at the thought. "Ah, but we need to focus!"

Bae shrugged and shook her head and smiled. Kuvira, meantime, spotted Korrasami over yonder. She needed to get to them before the end of the race and subsequent chaos ensued. This may be her only chance.

"I see my friends. You wait here. I'll come back and get you – I promise," Kuvira said before taking off.

"I'm curious to see who these friends are," Bae said. But Kuvira was already gone.

The racers were on the last handful of laps, and Chai Son was a hair behind the Southern Water Tribe racer and a hair in front of the Fire Nation Firerarri. They were neck and neck and neck with the other cars trailing behind. Asami was biting her long nails to the quick, saying "C'mon Chai Son, you son of a bitch; you can do it," and Korra was trying her best not to root for the Southern Water Tribe guy to pull ahead and let Chai Son eat his dust.

While Korra pondered this double-bind she found herself in – to root for her girl or for her tribe (and really against Chai Son), she was struck by a crumpled-up newspaper used to hold salted nuts. Curious, she leaned over and picked up the paper, thinking there may be a secret note there but when she opened it, there was nothing but greasy headlines. She shrugged and kept watching the race.

"Psst! Hey!" Avatar," a familiar voice husked. Korra turned around and another wad of paper smacked her in the face.

Asami had also heard the call and turned around to see Kuvira huddled by their box. Asami was stunned and Korra almost fell over at the sight. It couldn't be. But it was, and how different she looked, not just because she was tan and weathered by the sun, no it was something else, but neither Korra nor Asami could quite place it yet.

"I'm coming in!" Kuvira said, waddling in and kneeling next to them.

Korra was still lost for words.

"Everyone was worried about you, you know," Asami said finally. "Korra was – I mean. What are you doing here?"

"I'm. Well, I need your help," Kuvira said. "I need a favor."

"You're wanted. Everywhere," was all Korra could finally muster before bending down and scooping Kuvira up and squeezing the air out of her in a tight embrace.

Kuvira smiled and reciprocated, though quickly became aware there could be people watching them, especially now considering she was in the company of people who were often watched.

Korra put Kuvira down and shook her head in disbelief. "After all this time. Wow. Um, also, is it true?"

"Is what true?" Kuvira said.

"Your bending. Is it gone?"

"Korra, don't be rude baby," Asami said. "She probably doesn't want to talk about it right here, right now."

"It's gone. Long gone," Kuvira replied gruffly. But Asami was also right – Kuvira didn't care to elaborate at the moment.

From the box, she had a better vantage point of the cheap seats and caught a glimpse of Bae, a tiny spec of a plump little human, who appeared to have put the beer hat back on.

The race was winding down, and they stopped all conversation to tune in for the last bit. The three racers were still fighting over who would take first prize when all of the sudden, in the last lap, the Satomobile's engine overheated and Chai Son had no choice but to spin out, forfeiting the race.

Furious, Asami stood up and leaned over the banister. She wanted to shout at the top of her lungs; they were so close, and now they were out. She knew they should have put everything into the car's cooling system, but of course she had let herself be influenced against her better judgment.

The Firerarri finished first followed closely by the Southern Water Tribe guy, and the rest of the cars followed by a long shot.

It was over, and Chai Son had lost. Future Industries had lost. Asami collapsed in her chair and took a minute to accept reality before preparing for her next adventure – dealing with the aftermath and wading through the press.

As much as Korra wanted to support her girlfriend, she also knew to give her space in times like these, opting to hover in the background and be a strong set of arms ready to hug Asami or whisk her away if need be.

They agreed to regroup later on after all the hubbub at Asami's hotel suite.

Before they parted, Korra asked: "Do you have somewhere to stay?"

"We just got into town. We're still looking around," Kuvira replied.

"We?" Korra said.

"Yes, my traveling companion – and don't get any ideas. She's just a friend, and that's it."

Korra smirked. "Sure, by the way, you know Opal and Bo –"

"Also, be sure to call me Pang." Kuvira cut Korra off before she could finish.

The Avatar got the hint and nodded. "OK, Pang."

"We'll arrange a room for you and your traveling companion at the same inn we're staying – under the name Pang," Asami said finally, handing Kuvira a card with the address. "Now, if you excuse me, I have some business."

And she was off. Korra shrugged, pat Kuvira on the back and said, "See ya later Pang," before departing.

Back in the cheap seats, Kuvira saw Bae stretched out with beer hat tilting jauntily about her head and a few empty cans piled around her.

"Pang! Just in time. They're about to announce the winnerssss," Bae slurred.

"I think we should head out and try to beat the crowd and – wait – are you drunk?" Kuvira looked into Bae's eyes, which were bloodshot.

"Well, whaddya expect? You been gone a long time, leavin' a girl all by her lonesome. Don't you know drinking alone ain't so pretty for a girl?" Bae started laughing at seemingly an inside joke with herself. She squeezed Kuvira's chin: "But the girls in the city, they look so prettayyyy!"

"Bae, I don't think it's safe here. We should get outta here now. I think I recognize a couple of guards from –"

"You outlaaaaaw. You recognize a coupla guards," Bae sat up then. "From what? Ooh, military gal, I knew it!" She booped Kuvira's nose and laughed and fell back again.

"Uh, that's right," Kuvira conceded. "And thus, it's time for us to skedaddle. Now! Please."

"OK, bossy pantaloons. So, where we headed?"

"My friends I was telling you about put us up for the night. I still need to arrange a ride. In the meantime, we can lay low at the inn, maybe pick up some food at a crowded market on the way."

"You do know I'm not the one who's on the lam, right?"

"Well no one asked you to come be a vagabond with me!" Kuvira retorted. She looked at her friend and laughed at the silliness. "It's up to you. You could just sit here with that beer hat for all I care."

Bae realized she was still wearing the hat and took it off promptly and stuck her tongue out at Kuvira.

"All right then Ms. Bossy, onward Ho." She keeled over laughing.

Kuvira rolled her eyes. She wasn't about to argue with or reprimand her traveling companion. They left, then, as the winners were being announced at the podium. Chai Son had made the fastest lap, despite not placing at all, though none of that mattered to Kuvira because she didn't care.

The inn was a chic little abode in a neighborhood of the lower ring that had been gentrified in the years after the Earth Queen was assassinated.

As such, hip little coffee shops and wine bars and art galleries opened up in the area, and kids wearing black and muted green colors read their beat poetry at open mics, chain smoking rolled tobacco cigarettes and listening to jazz music and smoking reefer and drinking fire whiskey.

Kuvira and Bae took a tuk tuk to their destination, and had managed to blend in with the crowd. It was a risk coming to Ba Sing Se, but what in life is worth anything without risk?

Bae had been leaning over the side of the tuk tuk during the ride. It seemed she was sea sick, and Kuvira had to hold her companion's wavy hair back and keep the extremely nosy driver busy with fresh lies.

"Uh, yes, I'm Pang, and this is my uh, sister, Bae. We're sisters, you see. And we're visiting our – "

"Sister," Bae said in between groans, before once again hanging her head out the side of the cab.

"Yes, our other sister, uh, Ping. She's very happy now that the lower ring isn't such a bad place to live."

"What she do? Your sister," The driver asked. "She married?"

"Yes. Happily. And she… sells… uh, paper. Look, we're not here to talk about our personal lives. We're here to hitch a ride to the address on the card. Now, please, my companion and I are very tired; and one of us is obviously sick. So if you don't mind," Kuvira said.

"Paper eh? That's cool. I like paper," the tuk tuk driver drawled. "I like to fold origami. I fold little badger fwoggies."

"Neat."

They finally pulled up to the inn, and Kuvira hopped out swiftly. She came around and helped Bae, who paid the tuk tuk driver.

"And here's a little extra paper, in case you want to, you know, buy some paper," Bae added, thanking him.

The driver bowed and was off.

"You know that the paper store doesn't exist, right? I made it up," Kuvira said as they hobbled into the lobby.

"Duh, but he don't know that. He'll find a paper store in the city and wonder if our sister owns it, maybe buy some. That's all."

And suddenly, Bae was back on her feet again.

The place was a swanky boutique of an inn that only travelers with extra dough to spend could afford.

Kuvira did her best to gather herself and present an air of class, though they had been weary and dirty and likely smelly from travel.

"Excuse me, may I help you?" the concierge said.

Kuvira could feel the concierge's judging eyes and tone.

"Yes, we have a room reserved for Pang," Kuvira said, putting on her old authoritarian voice and trying to sound as high class as possible.

"You?" the concierge looked at Kuvira and then Bae. "And you? I'm sorry, you must be mistaken. This inn is full. Please leave now. Go on, go find a hostel."

"You dare!?" Kuvira stepped toward the concierge, who didn't seem to bat an eyelash. "Now you listen to me you wretched – "

"Pang!" Korra said, sauntering into the hallway with her arms up. "How great to see you made it. I hope Jimmy here is helping you out, getting all checked in and whatnot?"

"Avatar Korra!" Jimmy, the concierge, said. His demeanor had changed from indignant to pathetic people pleaser. "These are your friends? I'm so sorry, I thought they were just – ah, no matter. I do apologize. We'll get them checked in right away."

Meantime, Bae's jaw was on the floor. It was Avatar Korra in the flesh, before her very eyes, talking to Pang like old friends. Korra pat her friend on the back.

"Good to see you guys made it in one piece," the Avatar said, smiling at Kuvira before turning to Bae and offering a hand. "Hi, I'm Korra; it's nice to meet y—"

"Avatar Korra! OH man. I mean Woman. I mean Avatar. I mean HA! It's you. I've been waiting my whole life to meet you," Bae said, star struck.

Korra was somewhat used to fangirls and boys at this point in her life and shrugged.

"Thanks. You too?"

They were all standing in the lobby waiting for Pang to get checked in when Asami slinked out and put her arms around Korra from behind. They could all smell the booze emanating from Asami's breath and skin. She had a long day after all.

"Pang!" Asami said, snickering before noticing the lady with her. "And who is this?"

"I'm Bae, you're Asami Sato," Bae said, taking Asami's hand and shaking it. "Wow, your hands are so soft and beautiful. And wait a second, just who are you, by the way!"

At the last bit, Bae directed her energy back to Kuvira.

"Who me? I'm Pang," Kuvira said.

"You're close personal friends with the Avatar and Asami Sato –"

"I mean I wouldn't exactly call us friends," Asami interjected.

Bae continued, "so what is this and who are youuuu?"

Kuvira remembered that Bae was also drunk. Splendid, she thought. Two drunk women in a public hallway ready to spill all our secrets. She looked over at Korra who exchanged a mutual glance and nod.

"Hey, how about we get out of this lobby, huh baby?" Korra said. "Let's move this party upstairs!"

They all turned to head up after Kuvira was finally checked in and received the keys to her room. Her room number was nine and Korrasami's was eleven.

"I'm just going to make sure everything is good here. But I'll come get you in a few," Kuvira said.

"Yea, come and get us, meow," Asami cooed, slapping Korra's ass before they entered their suite and shut door number eleven.

Room nine was a humble assemblage of boutique furniture and one queen sized bed in the middle to which Bae immediately plopped on top of, not caring to wash herself. She did a side curl and promptly fell asleep.

Kuvira had come to know Bae as a deep sleeper during their travels, and so, relieved, rejoined Korrasami in their room.

The walk down the hallway was surprisingly long, considering it was only two doors down. As she approached, she felt something stir within her, her stomach doing flips at the realization she hadn't seen her friends in over a year.

She steadied herself at the door and knocked. Korra swung the door wide.

"Well, hello there Pang. How nice to see you. Won't you come in Pang?" Korra nudged Kuvira, winking.

Kuvira shook her head and entered.

The suite was at least three times the size of Kuvira's humble room with double doors opening to a balcony and a view of the cute little village below. But of course she wasn't complaining; she was happy to have somewhere to sleep – that is, if Kuvira could figure out a way to move Bae's big butt over. If not, then it would be the bathtub for her.

At any rate, Kuvira wasn't there to talk beds. She was on a mission– the message from Kyoshi. She took a seat at the coffee table and picked up the newspaper that was folded there.

"Can I get you a drink?" Korra offered

"I'll take a water, if you have it."

"Of course there's water. Actually, because of you, there's clean water here now – all the time," Korra said. "But anyway, hows about a real drink? I was thinking of shaking it up myself. Can't just leave my sweetheart hanging."

Just then the door to the bathroom swung wide and steam billowed out. Asami emerged with a towel and long wet hair tumbling about her fresh face.

Kuvira averted her gaze to the newspaper in an attempt to be modest.

"Hello there Kuvira, or should I say 'Pang,'" Asami said.

She walked by, leaving a trail of water at her feet to reach her massive suitcase and grab some clothes before heading back to the bathroom.

"If you excuse me," Asami continued, and closed the bathroom door.

Kuvira tried not to gawk at the outrageously beautiful woman. "I'll take a stronger drink than water after all."

"Woohoo! Party," Korra said, heading to the kitchen and returning moments later with a bottle of fancy champagne.

She walked over to the balcony and angled the bottle toward the tiled roof across the way before popping the top off and sending it soaring in a glorious arch.

The Avatar pulled out three ceramic cups and filled them with champagne at the table.

"We were going to toast this to celebrate our victory, but now we're just gonna drink it anyway," Korra said.

"You know, the old me would never have toasted to anything until I secured complete victory over my conquests." Kuvira smiled. "But that was the old me."

Asami came out from the bathroom again wearing booty shorts and a cropped t-shirt with her perky breasts hanging loose and braless underneath.

Kuvira tried desperately not to blush but in the process became flustered and blushed anyway.

"It's too early for my bed-time gown. We're all friends, right? I mean, it's sort of cold out, but it sure is hot in here," Asami said.

"Do you feel better now after a shower baby?" Korra said.

Asami stretched, showing off her flat belly, and took a seat at the table. "I feel so refreshed. Thank you, sweetheart."

"For what baby?"

"For, you know."

She winked not so subtly at Korra and it was clear to Kuvira that Asami was still drunk.

"Perhaps you don't need this champagne toast then," Kuvira suggested.

Asami laughed, and then her big green eyes glossed over with tears and her face crumpled downward and she slumped her head on her arms at the table.

"Oops, I didn't mean it like that. You'll get 'em next year." Kuvira tried to say all the consoling things with Korra backing her up.

"Ugh," Asami lifted herself up. Then, she seemingly soberly said, "Well, we lost. And that's OK. Next year we'll come back and do better. My resolution here on out, at any rate, is to dedicate more time to my passions."

"That sounds very nice love," Korra said, rubbing Asami's back.

"Mmmm, I love when you call me that," Asami purred.

Asami may have been not sober but it seemed to Kuvira she could waver back and forth from holding her liquor to letting herself spill out at the seams, though she had no clue who Asami really was.

The three women lifted their cups and clanked them before taking sips of bubbly.

Asami graduated to water to let the other gals catch up while she wound down.

"What happened to your friend, by the way?" Asami asked Kuvira.

"Bae? She passed out. Cold," Kuvira said. "But it's probably for the best because I need to speak candidly."

Korra leaned in, giving Kuvira her full attention.

"Go on."

"I need a ride to the Southern Air Temple. To arrive before the Harvest Moon," Kuvira said.

"Why? What's so special about it?" Korra asked.

Asami was likewise engaged in Kuvira's mysterious request.

"I don't know, but Avatar Kyoshi – she visited me. Well, I visited her. In a Pai Sho board and she told me to go to there," Kuvira blushed realizing what she said sounded outlandish, and perhaps it did – to anyone other than the Avatar.

"Kyoshi? Thee Avatar Kyoshi visited you?" Korra slumped in her chair.

"What's the matter?" Kuvira replied.

"She hasn't visited me, and I'm the Avatar. In fact, I haven't had contact with any past Avatars at all since harmonic convergence."

"Ooh, my baby is jealous," Asami said, poking her girlfriend teasingly.

"I'm not jealous! I'm not," Korra retorted before smiling back at her drunk girlfriend. "OK, a little. But that's only because the Great Kyoshi visited you and not me, you know, your friendly neighborhood Avatar."

"She mentioned you!" Kuvira blurted out as she recalled more of the dreamlike experience. "But I couldn't get the full message. It cut out. Said something about balance and the Avatar."

Korra's face turned a pale shade of brown as the blood drained from her face.

"Honey, are you OK? You look awful." Asami rubbed Korra's back.

"No," Korra said a moment later after collecting herself. "It's just – I haven't been able to go into the Avatar state. Well, it's not that I can't – I won't. I've actually shut that part of myself down entirely. It's funny, I spent three years chasing it, and now…"

"What do you mean?" Kuvira beckoned.

Korra continued: "I'm afraid of my myself. I've been having nightmares for about a year now. But actually, it started long before – around Harmonic Convergence. It didn't seem or feel like a big deal then, but lately like I said, I've felt… different."

"Different?"

Korra nodded, and Asami continued to massage her girlfriend's back, moving her hand up her shoulder and neck.

"It's OK, sweetheart. You don't have to talk about it now," Asami said reassuringly.

"Anyway, I'm fine for the most part. I'm just not going into the Avatar State until I figure out what I'm going to do about it. But other than that, I'm the same old jolly me. See?" Korra made her signature crooked smile.

"You are so adorable," Asami said and took it upon herself to straddle Korra's lap.

Kuvira shifted in her seat at the display. Likewise she had wondered previously whether Korra would offer to restore her bending, but now that she wasn't going into the Avatar State at all, Kuvira took it as an omen that all was meant be.

"On that note," she said. "I'll leave you two to do whatever it is you do."

"Wait," Asami said. She didn't bother to turn around but instead starting kissing Korra's neck. "We'll give you a lift. It sounds important."

"Um, OK then. Wonderful, actually." Kuvira stood up, blushing madly, and Korra shrugged as Asami continued to canoodle her Avatar.

Suddenly, Asami stopped her gestures and, turning toward Kuvira, she said in an overtly sultry voice: "did you say Bae was asleep in your room?"

"Yes, but I can be qui—"

"Also, can I be honest with you?" Asami interrupted.

Now Korra was blushing because she knew what was coming.

"I don't like you very much – didn't anyway – but I think you're very handsome. And this new look suits you."

Kuvira once again became aware of her disheveled appearance. The fabrics of her clothes were worn down from a year of travel and only having one outfit, and her hair had grown to a shaggy black mass that reached eye level. She slid her fingers through her greasy tresses, tucking them back and behind her ear, which, unbeknownst to her, accentuated the beauty mark beneath her right eye.

"Spirits," Asami said. "You know what's different about you?"

"What?" Kuvira was curious.

And so was Korra, though if she was being honest with herself, she was a cocktail of curious, jealous, and turned on. They listened.

"You're rugged. You're a salty dog. No but that's not it. You're just – I don't know. I feel like I'm meeting another side of you," Asami said.

Kuvira found Asami's drunken words to be oddly kind coming from her former (or current?) enemy.

"Yes, rugged and dirty," Kuvira replied after Korra nodded at her approvingly. So, she decided to humor the gorgeous woman. And of course Kuvira was experienced with the Avatar. She raised a thick eyebrow at the couple before her. "Well, I should probably clean up. I'm probably smelly to boot."

"Please, use our shower." Asami bit her lip. "And I have a robe and an extra pair of clothes for you."

"Uh, yes, please make yourself comfortable," Korra added.

Next thing Kuvira knew, she was undressing with the bathroom door closed and examining her lithe naked body in front of the mirror while the shower ran and steam filled the room.

She stepped in and took a gloriously long piping hot shower, and it gave her time to build up heat within herself. It had been so long, it seemed, since she got laid. It wasn't anything sexual between her and Bae, with whom she would never cross the line because she had killed her father. Kuvira felt protective of her in that way.

But let's face it, Kuvira also killed Asami's father. Life was messy sometimes, but at least Asami knew about it. And perhaps they could all find a way to move on.

Kuvira took the shower head and unhooked it from the holder, moving it down her chest and abs and farther down, until it reached her sensitive nether region. The pressure and heat caused Kuvira to recoil at first but then she slowly brought it back to her sacrum, moving it in circular motions, getting herself worked up just enough to be down for whatever lay ahead out there on the other side of the bathroom door. She suppressed a loud moan then when the pressure of the water unexpectedly spiked and her toes curled on the tile floor.

Rather than letting herself come, she turned off the shower and toweled off before deciding between the robe and the outfit. In that moment, Kuvira came to her senses. Perhaps she read the signs wrong out there, and she put on the very cute ensemble Asami left for her. It was more or less the same thing she wore when they called upon her to help take down Commander Guan and his thought control campaign in Gaoling - a maroon turtleneck with a white blouse and grey vest, and maroon slacks.

At any rate, she felt refreshed. Kuvira stepped out of the bathroom and heard a sensual moaning sound coming from the bed. She looked and saw Korra on top of Asami at the edge of the bed, making out and getting handsy.

Asami broke out of her horny reverie with Korra to give Kuvira a once over.

"Oh my god, you look so hot in my clothes," Asami said.

"I agree," Korra said.

This wasn't a mere fantasy after all. There were two beautiful women in front of Kuvira beckoning her thither, but somehow she found herself frozen at the door. For as confident and traversed a woman Kuvira was, this was new territory.

Asami got up and approached the former Great Uniter. She found Kuvira's hand and played with her fingers, putting one then a couple more in her mouth.

Kuvira shivered as she felt the warm wetness of Asami's mouth around her cleansed fingers. Asami leaned her head into Kuvira's nape and took a whiff.

"Mmm, you smell really good too," she said.

"This is your body wash – sakura, I believe."

Asami laughed. "Yup, I know a good smell when I smell one."

She pulled away then and said soberly, "Also, if this is making you uncomfortable at all, we can put a cork in this whole affair."

Kuvira looked over to Korra again, who exuded the perfect balance of muscle and thickness, of curves and a cute face. She looked back at Asami and smiled, placing her hand on the curve of her hips and feeling a shiver go up Asami's spine.

"The only condition is we go about our business as usual tomorrow and never talk about our little three-way tango again," Kuvira said then, regaining control over herself and as a result, the situation.

"Deal," Korrasami said in unison.

And that's when, emboldened, Kuvira leaned in to do what she had secretly fantasized about long before she felt comfortable admitting – she planted a wet kiss on Asami's plump lips as her other hand found Asami's other hip.

Korra watched as they made out and all her cocktail of emotions was soon overpowered by the overwhelming desire to fuck.

Asami pulled away from Kuvira's eager lips and led her to the bed, and Kuvira found a seat at the divan at the foot.

"Hold on a moment," Asami said. She moseyed off to her pile of suitcases and returned with a brief case. "Curious to know what's in here?"

Korra grinned and tried not to giggle. She knew, though Kuvira was curious.

"What is it? A toy?"

"Mmmhmm, several, actually," Asami opened the briefcase and unveiled an array of dildos and strap-ons, and what was that funny shaped thing with a button?

Asami lifted up the toy in question, as if reading Kuvira's mind, and continued: "This is one of my inventions. It's called reverberator. Got the idea from my electrode glove. Wanna see how it works?"

She switched it on and a buzzing sound emanated in the room. Then she walked over to Korra, who had her legs splayed as she leaned against the head of the bed. Asami crawled up next to her and teased the device along Korra's thigh and dangerously close to her throbbing bud atop her sweat pants, finally landing at the center and pulsing there a moment.

Korra moaned and leaned her pussy into the toy.

"Neat huh?" Asami said.

"Very," Kuvira agreed.

Asami turned off the device and Korra groaned.

"I'm sorry baby. I'm not done showing Kuvira our toys."

Asami kissed Korra deeply with mad love behind each heaving breath, and that turned the Avatar on more than anything in the world.

Sensing this was enough to hold her Avatar over, Asami returned to the suitcase to continue show and tell.

"These are all my cocks," Asami said. "There are a few girths and lengths to choose from. I like the big one, right baby?" She pulled it out and winked at Korra who blushed and nodded.

"Have you ever tried it?" Korra asked Kuvira.

"Me? Nope. I don't know how to use that thing. Looks difficult," Kuvira said. "Well actually, when I was a metalbender, I used to – ah, never mind."

"It takes a lot of coordination and stamina, but you get the hang of it after a while," Korra added. "Wanna give it a whirl?"

Kuvira was curious indeed.

"You go first. And I'll watch," Kuvira said after a moment.

Korrasami took that as their cue to advance upon each other, and Kuvira got a show of what saphhic lovers do. However, letting her old self shine through just a wee bit, she found herself giving orders.

"I want you two to undress each other. Slowly, kissing freshly exposed bits of skin as you do it."

Kuvira's panties were long soaked, and next thing she knew she was taking off the clothes she had just put on and touching herself as she watched the display before her.

"Put the strap on and fuck her," Kuvira said after a time.

And they obeyed. Korra strapped on, now naked with her core and abs rippling up to her thick bosom, and strong arms straddling either side of Asami, who lay back on the bed.

Asami was naked now as well, her legs spread raven eagle to expose her pink folds to the open air.

They got the lube and rubbed it all along the base and up the shaft and along the tip of the cock; Korra spit in her hand and rubbed Asami's vagina, simultaneously stimulating her clit.

Finally, Asami was good and loose and Korra inched her way in and began to pump, slowly at first with Asami moaning wildly until the CEO took her own power back and demanded Korra to pound her to smithereens.

It took a lot of stamina, Kuvira noticed, and prowess to navigate that thing so beautifully, which Korra did. And it turned Kuvira on to see Asami's face contort in pleasure with Korra likewise deriving pleasure from watching Asami.

After Asami came the first time, Kuvira joined the party and lavished affection on the two women, first with her lips kissing down Korra's nape to her shoulder, standing behind her and sliding her finger underneath the strap-on to Korra's sloppy wet clit beneath her shameless bush, bristly and magnificent. She circled round and round and felt Korra gasp in front of her as she leaned forward against the bed for support and incidentally closer to Asami's face.

"You wanna try the strap-on? Or we have fresh ones over – ahh – there," Korra husked as Kuvira worked mercilessly with her deft fingers on Korra's clit.

It did seem Kuvira wanted to take control, but if she was being honest with herself, what she really wanted was a good pounding.

"Actually, I'll have what Asami's having," Kuvira said.

At some point, they found themselves in in a three-way position with Korra fucking Kuvira ever so deeply doggy style, Kuvira concentrating on devouring Asami's pussy on the bed between thrusts, and Asami arching her back and gripping Kuvira's thick sweaty hair and keeping her eyes locked on Korra, her love.

They fucked this way and that all the livelong night, coming incessantly until frustrations and past karma melted away and they exhausted themselves a sweaty pile of bodies, the room a heady atmosphere of sex.

In the early morning, when Kuvira had awaken and discovered Asami was long up and showered and make-upped and dressed, Kuvira draped the robe around her, grabbed her clothes, and excused herself from the room.

She returned to room nine to find Bae miraculously still sleeping. A sleeping little bitty. Relieved, Kuvira slipped into the shower and took a long hot one, still lost in a reverie of all the fuckenings that occurred the night before.

Finally, when she felt herself returning to reality, her thoughts circled back to Opal and the fact that she would see her soon – finally after all this time. Kuvira's heart thudded as the shower beat against her chest. It was one thing to want Opal and to get what she wanted; it was another for Opal to want her. And she wasn't sure whether Opal wanted her anymore – or if she ever did for that matter.

Kuvira came out of the shower dressed with her hair tamed as Bae was waking up. She yawned and did a double take.

"Pang, you clean up nice!" Bae said. "Also, what did I miss?"

Kuvira shook her head and laughed.

"Nothing. Nothing at all, except we got our ride to the Southern Air Temple. Can you believe it?"

"Woohoo, it's all happening." Bae waved her hands about all juju-like.

On the airship Kuvira, Korra, and Asami acted cordially with one another, respectfully.

"Good day to you Pang," Korra said.

"And to you, Avatar," Kuvira replied. "Asami."

"Pang."

Bae looked at all of them funny and shrugged. Maybe this was how rich folk interacted for all she knew. Who was she to judge?

Asami was at the helm of the airship while Kuvira sat in peace for the first time in ages, reading the newspaper about Firerarri's big win (and Future Industries' big loss) at the races.

They enjoyed quiet company during the longish flight, Korra, Asami, and Kuvira occasionally exchanging knowing glances at one another and trying to hold in their smiles.

Bae, meantime, was absorbed in her own world; she was either none the wiser of the affair or didn't care.