Song 1 - She - dodie
Korra woke first, hazy and warm, pressed under the weight of another naked human being. She had dreamed of this, though those imaginings had been much more taunting to her then. Baiting her with something she was sure could never ever actually happen. In a way it still felt fitting, joyful, peaceful and devastating all the same.
Sunlight bled into the room, threatening to meet where they lay, legs entangled together beneath the sheets, so close that it was difficult to discern if they were a separate entity. Asami's cheek pinned her shoulder, her right palm splayed over her skipping heart. Even in sleep, the heiress had sense of ownership to keep her possessions under hand.
Korra couldn't help but trace the jut of joints over her digits as she was sure they felt her quickening pulse. Drawing patterns between the knuckles and wrist as the minutes ticked by. She tried to centre herself in a stolen jewel of a moment; listening intently to birds chirping outside, wind whistling through the trees and Asami's gentle breath huffing into her skin. Soothed by it she closed her eyes, not quite ready for this dream to yet fade.
Asami made tiny, wakeful noises at the back of her throat, tucking her nose back into Korra's skin and inhaling.
Korra froze, waiting for those jade eyes to open, for the ensuing scream, for her to sit bolt upright, realise her mistake and head for the hills. Only Asami didn't wake completely. If she did she was completely content to turn her face into Korra's skin and let her lips brush the expanse as she moved. Her own senses dulled to the point that everything she touched was silken to the pinnacle of softness.
She fed her fingers through Korra's, and turning tugged her flush against her back, settling there and cradling the arm she'd ensnared for herself to her own chest.
Asami's heart was calm in comparison beneath Korra's hand. Barely conscious as she pawed at her and ever her dutiful friend, Korra followed her lead.
I'm ruined for anyone else.
She remembered the shower, holding Asami drenched in her grief, passion and agony shaking against her, caring for her, loving her without words, because it finally felt so easy. Asami knew. Even without acting upon it a weight had been lifted from her soul.
Korra moved now was she had then, reaching between them to tuck a lock of raven silk behind her ear, still pink at the tip. Asami hummed unconsciously in thanks, those slender fingers flexing between her own.
Let it be by her.
It was a dangerous thought, reflecting on how it would affect the rest of her life, whatever that was supposed to be now. Particularly if, (more likely when) this ended badly, but Korra couldn't help but let the bliss make a fool of her, however temporary. Before she could catch herself, she had nosed the nape of her neck in settling behind her, inhaling fading notes of Asami's expensive shampoo, traces of metallic rainwater, and the heady sweet scent Korra always seemed to recognise whenever her best friend entered a room. The tingle of down standing upright on her arms gripped her core, finally she had the wherewithal to ease back and stop sniffing her friend like a lovesick basset hound.
Korra came face to face with a nest of hickeys she'd left on Asami's neck, bloomed purple and pink overnight.
Instantaneously she relived all the kisses at once, the soft ones, the hard ones, the biting of her lip and combing of greedy fingers through her hair. Korra couldn't believe herself, the confidence, the bold, brash, bravery that must've belonged someone else entirely. The bizarre courage she'd had to walk over to her best friend and start to undress her, to slip her hands into her clothes and take her into her mouth and just as insanely Asami reciprocating so urgently with the arching of her back or rut of her hips against her chin.
Korra played back the new breathy sounds escaping the back of her throat as though she'd recorded them. She heard the secret way she whispered Korra's name quietly hoping the din of the storm would cover her tracks. The way her twitching thighs quivered, clamping beside her ears as Korra's tongue lashed her swollen nub, and her fingers, knuckle-deep pulled her to climax.
Korra blushed hotly, her nerve endings on fire, and the press of Asami into her front wasn't helping. We're having an affair. She rubbed her face with her free hand to quell the rush of memories. She thought of Asami's fingers, how they'd slipped inside her, frictionless and slick. I deserve what happens next.
Gently she extracted herself, scooting back, self conscious, sulking and overwhelmingly turned on. She twisted her hands beneath her cheek and prayed for sleep.
Guilt paraded a procession of disappointed faces behind her eyelids.
Her parents didn't raise her this way, to cheat or to love women, but here she was two for two. Kya taught her being herself was more important than anything, and no doubt this, in those proud eyes, was a regression; Korra stepping back into a different closet. Albeit with much more pleasant company.
Iroh, the poor schmuck, she may have loathed the very core of him but at the same time the shot had already been fired, destined to hit him. He was the only innocent party, and therefore not deserving of it, no matter how much Korra rationalised. There was no way to take back the bullet, and Iroh was due to be blown away any day now. She knew from experience what it was to love Asami, she also knew what it was like to have her hands around your heart. She thought she knew what it was to have her love unrequited by her, but in light of recent events, she had began re-evaluating fact from her own imaginings.
She almost flinched when Asami found her way back to her. A pleasant twinge in her chest when she realised her best friend was still sleeping as she sought to burrow her face firmly beneath her jaw. Korra's breath falling out of her as she curled into her.
Korra had no choice but to wrap her up in her arms, and hold her closer than before. Not that she thought Asami would notice, clearly she sleeps like the dead and is possessed by one that keeps reaching for her quite inexplicably.
Whatever self preservation Korra had been eviscerated with those unconscious moves.
The sun rose higher into the sky, and its light through the window warmed their feet.
Asami had never had a morning such as this.
For once there was no where to rush, no one expecting her to run the show, and someone who loved her enough to clutch her close while she slept. When they sidled into bed, naked for the first time, they were achingly shy, conservatively hiding beneath taut chest sheets, but in the night their bodies entwined naturally. Asami woke finally to the unusual taste of Korra's supple throat pressed against her mouth. She'd never slept so close to anyone before, even if they lay in each others arms, she would find herself escaping from Iroh's oppressive body heat as soon as she was able, but Korra's warmth was alluring and comforting and she was utterly drawn to bask in it. To touch it. Taste. Smell. Kiss. Sleep. Breathe. Before Korra could get away.
The soft rise and fall of her stomach fell in tandem with her own, her body perfectly lined up. Her partner didn't seem to notice when she reared back just enough to gaze at her sleeping face.
Korra's features slack, temple resting on her knuckles against the pillow, and her arm settled, crooked beneath Asami's waist and palm firm against the curve of her spine.
Jade eyes caught the path of a trail of mouth shaped bruises that descended her throat. A smarter woman would have felt anything other than pride at the sight of them, but Asami was enamoured that Korra's dark skin could even be marked, and she herself had made them. I was here, she is mine. Let people see even if they don't know it.
Her fingers are drawn to tracing them with feather light touches before she can catch herself. The prints where she had suckled and bit her were like landmarks on a map of where she might follow once again. She's gorgeous up close. She noted her angled cheek bones, her expressive brows gentle and calm for once, and her plush lips mere inches from her own. Asami now knew from experience they felt every bit as perfect as they looked pressed against her skin.
Korra had always been so skittish this close to her, hiding in hugs or polite steps back or simply turning her face. Now in sleep she could be admired, and Asami wondered if she'd have realised her feelings sooner if she'd gotten the chance to really look at her best friend with all her guards down. Her hungry fingertips grew bold, cradling her jaw, thumb arcing her cheek, brushing the corner of her lower lip.
She couldn't say it yet, she'd made a promise to her best friend, but she traced the words into the air and angles of her face, through the tender tangle of her fingers in that feather-soft pillow dried hair.
Beating on the door had her flinching, spell now broken her whole body tensed. She sought home in the only place she could, bracing her forehead against Korra's temple. She feared her husband had found them, but as the knocks rang out and a minute ticked by, knowing his tenacity by now he would have already burst in. She eased, and without thinking she kissed Korra's forehead, once, twice, a third time if only to languish in the sound of it. Thumb in her hair stroking over her ear lovingly before sitting up and turning her bare back to Korra.
Blue eyes were already open and alert, but she had made a point of hiding her wakefulness from Asami. Since waking the first time Korra never went back to sleep. An old trick from a miserable time. She'd hoped by pretending she would actually fall under, but in Asami's fits of tugs, noises and wandering hands she couldn't help but be yanked deeper into this now living ludicrous fantasy. Heart pounding uncontrollably the entire time.
When Asami was clearly awake and stroking her purposefully, she doubled down on that pretence, curious and terrified of the expression she'd find if she opened her eyes.
Her heart felt that special kind of ache when she watched Asami pull on her t-shirt. Watching those long alabaster legs pour out of it as Asami combed her fingers through her hair to make it look less mussed. Untucking it from the collar and spilling over her shoulders quite beautifully.
"I ain't running a homeless shelter!" came a cantankerous, furious voice.
Asami took a moment to gather her thousand thoughts and organise them in a pattern that could respond to this.
"I'll go get my purse." Asami turned, scooping her hair nervously behind both her ears, blushing hotly, palming the hickeys she'd spied in a mirror, lips curling in a deceptively proud smile.
"Hurry up I ain't got all day!" Toph snapped. Biting her lip she narrowed her search to find it in the throng of thrown clothing, her jacket along with her shirt and bra had been cast in a direction that she hadn't paid attention to what with Korra distracting her.
"Wait!" Korra emerged, enrobed in only bedsheets like a tousled roman goddess, also instinctively hiding her nakedness from the blind woman. Asami was once again distracted, as Korra focused on her jacket still hung on the door. Unfurling her wallet and a wad of notes she pressed them into Toph's waiting hand.
"Can we get breakfast?" Korra asked.
"Yourselves!" Toph chimed, feeling the notes and worth with knowing fingers. "I'll need a name for the ledger."
Korra handed her more notes.
"Another hundred, and you forget the names."
"Enjoy your three nights at the Banyan Lodge, Mrs Nunya and Business!"
"Something better than that," Korra chided, "Nunya and Smith. Just passing through, caught in the storm," Korra paused as Asami's arms snaked about her waist, lips pressed onto to her exposed bare shoulder, "Decided we wanted to stay a bit longer."
"I didn't ask for your life story," Toph grumbled, secreting the money in her clothes and pottering down the steps as though embarking down another mountain, "There's a diner, a ways down, and store in town, self catering, yada yada,"
"Just- if anyone asks you didn't see us," Korra called after her.
"I'm blind ain't I?" Toph seethed and spat. Korra winced as she gave the door a gentle push.
"I'm an idiot,"
"It was a poor choice of words," Asami rubbed her bare arm assuredly only to stop. A nervous air settled upon them as their lucidity settled. They'd slept together. They weren't supposed to. Where did that leave them?
It seemed a poor solution to a complicated problem, but the best Asami could come up with was kiss her again.
"I um," Korra started, pursing her lips, "How are you feeling?"
Do it, it would be so easy!
"I'm fine, I'm okay, I enjoyed…last night, and um," she knew how red her cheeks were, she knew she should be feeling shame and regret but ultimately she just wanted to do it all over again, "this morning,"
"Me too," Korra surprised herself by saying it, she was also struggling to school her features, her half smile bigger than ever, a three quarter smile. It was typical Korra to not let herself indulge too long, "We should talk,"
"I thought there wasn't anything left to talk about," Asami half teased, half jabbed, sadness settling upon her.
"There wasn't then…" Korra cleared her throat, "It was all I could think about, coming back, doing what we did…"
"Me too," Asami conceded, stepping back into the lounge, eyes falling to the spot where Korra had undressed her as she passed it. "In here?"
"No," Korra spied the couch, and knew there wouldn't be enough space between them to really focus. Asami's lips turned up at the corner, and she led her back into the bedroom, taking a seat on the pillows. Korra perched awkwardly at the foot, a far cry from the way they'd curled around each other moments ago.
There was a silence, not knowing where to start, until Asami asked.
"You paid for three more nights?"
"I just gave her some of the money that was in my wallet, I didn't know how long it would be for, I just wanted her to go."
"So you weren't planning on…carrying on." Asami sounded a little deflated and Korra looked up at her pleadingly.
"I wasn't planning anything, not without this, talking" she gestured between the two of them, wetting her lips "I'm stealing you, we're cheating,"
"That's why you gave her fake names,"
"I've seen enough soap operas to know how this goes," Korra chagrinned and Asami hummed looking down at her hands fiddling with Korra's shirt. She flattened her sweating palms on the front after tugging on a thread she shouldn't have, hoping Korra wouldn't notice.
"Why did you have so much money liquid?" it wasn't an important question, but Asami was dancing around the real issues.
"I was going on a trip remember." Asami pursed her lips, she did remember, and she added it to the pile of all the things she'd ruined for Korra, "I was going to try and get over you,"
"Oh," it socked her in her chest, and Asami's eyes magnetised to Korra's gaze. "And now?"
"I'm under you," Korra almost smiled wistfully, "which admittedly is a lot better than before…but the position you're in now, I need to know what you're thinking. Where does this fit in with your plans-"
"What plans?"
"The portrait," Korra said quietly.
"Fuck the portrait." Asami seethed softly, "That man was poison," she said it to no-one in particular, but Korra was there, and studying her all the while. "I guess I am too,"
"You're not," Korra reached with the hand not clinging to her bedsheet toga, and her fingers sent shivers from the ankle she touched all the way to her inner thighs. Asami tensed, but didn't pull away, "You're going through so many difficult things right now, no one can blame you for making a mistake,"
"You're not a mistake,"
Korra could only purse her lips and take a breath.
"We'll see,"
A phrase that could be carved in a special place in hell.
"This isn't out of the blue Korra," she snapped, "I didn't just see what you felt and thought it would be fun to vacation on the isle of Lesbos,"
"Considering how your last vacation went I wouldn't blame you," Korra surprised herself at the remark, but was astonished that Asami was even speaking to her like this, full of anger and passion, her every word rooting her to her spot.
"I couldn't relax for a single second on my honeymoon,"
"That's what happens when you pick a place with an active volcano-"
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," Korra's nervous air stilled, watching her intently, her every facial expression, the cut of her jaw, the set of her shoulders, easing slightly, every word a confession, "In the shower, when I tried to sleep, in couples massages, lying on a beach, smoke filling the sky-I couldn't stop thinking about you, and the women you were sleeping with, and kissing and holding," she closed her eyes, "and your face," she breathed, "when I left you at my wedding, it still haunts me, and now I know how you feel about me and I hate myself for putting you through it,"
The words sat there between them, and Korra listened with her face pinched, it was everything she'd ever wanted to hear, but in reality it was tearing her up inside.
"You did this because you were jealous?"
"These feelings have always been there I just didn't know what they were,"
"But you made a choice," Korra struggled with her voice, "him not me,"
"I can unmake it," she watched a tear escape and fall down Asami's cheek, begging to be caught.
Korra bit her lip and looked up, away at anything else.
"I don't believe you, I can't," someone said, it was Korra, but her voice was so strained she could hardly recognise herself. She had flung herself out of her body to survive only to return to Asami's solid kiss, she'd pounced and straddled her lap, exasperated and desperate to make her see. To get back to where they were. "Fuck," Korra whispered into her mouth, dropping her grip on her toga to cup bare hips and dig her thumbs in, tongue sliding with hers deep and dancing.
She wanted to pin her, to spread her legs and improve upon the night before, but instead they straddled that line, biting kisses and clinging too tight, and going no further.
When it all became too much, Asami balanced her forehead over hers to catch her breath and could see the wheels turning in Korra's mind. Her grip softened, and so did her gaze.
"Your father just died," her voice was tender, chest heaving as she brought herself back down to earth with the memory of Hiroshi, "You've just been given your mother's ghost house, and your husband isn't there to support you…but I'm here, and it's clear you've got some feelings,"
Asami let out a noise that could have been interpreted as a laugh.
"And I'm willing to keep this secret with you, and after go back to the way we were, or close to it,"
"No,"
"If you mean it you have to leave him, you have to do it right. Spend time, do it for the right reasons, study your feelings, because if you don't I'll always wonder if it was me you wanted, or just latching onto me because you're in pain, and it'll break us,"
"Korra," Asami cupped her cheeks.
"Please," Korra kissed her this time, lips soft and pliant, "You can't give me hope like this, you have to think about him too,"
The last time Asami spoke to Iroh it was in deflection, and anger, but she as far as she knew he didn't deserve it. In her screaming mind the only thing that could calm her was Korra's skin against her own.
"I don't want to hurt you, or him," it was honest, but Asami felt so childish saying it.
"You already have," Korra's voice was oddly soothing, "it's done now, we can manage it,"
"How are you so calm?"
"I just want you to be okay,"
"I haven't been okay since I was sixteen…god last night is the first time I've relaxed since…ever," Asami pressed her eyes into her neck for comfort, arms crossing behind her shoulders for balance as she reeled from the rollercoaster they'd just been on. "Can we stick to plan A?" Asami pressed, "Keep pretending,"
Korra took her hands, teary eyed, and kissed her knuckles.
"I think you need it," she laughed, feeling a little hysterical. One night had become three, and there was almost too much wild happiness bubbling up inside her to bear.
Asami leaned back to kiss her, only her gaze dropped, inspecting Korra's naked body out of her fallen sheet and back up, jade eyes smouldering.
"You're naked under that robe,"
"So are you under my shirt,"
Every graze of skin from then on had them twitching, bolts of pleasure coursing through them that had spines straightening. They were both raw and hypersensitive to every touch however gentle. The room was spinning as Korra's fingertips draw up from the ankle she had been holding, to the nerve endings exposed on her inner thigh.
Korra had a way of knowing secret sensual spots on Asami's body, her lips pressing light kisses on the crook of her arm somehow had her heart pounding in her ears, and her supporting hand at the nape of her neck drew circles that loosened every muscle.
Something snapped when Korra dug her nails into Asami's thigh and her core clenched, cupping her face and devolving into hot deep kisses. The mattress comes up to meet her back as the world turned, and Korra's fingers part her lower lips, swiping her swollen clit as her wetness quickly builds. She was dripping by the time Korra sinks her fingers past her entrance, three, curling.
Asami's moan is guttural, stemmed only by Korra's mouth firm against hers. She tries keep quiet if only to listen to the obscene noises Korra's palm and fingers are making inside her. Korra's knee braces behind her hand and she grinds against it, eyes rolling back, the base of her spine curving up to get her to hit that spot with more force.
When her first orgasm hits her, knees spread and high as they can go, quivering, spine curving low and body jolting with every hard stroke, Asami can only clutch Korra close, and whisper filthy obscenities in her ear between each wave, until she can take no more and she literally taps out. Korra would have laughed if she wasn't so serious about fucking her married best friend.
"Get on your back,"
Asami's suspicions had been confirmed, sex with her best friend was just incredible. It made her want to give her everything in return, if only her body wasn't such a distraction. Korra always smelled good, dragging her mouth down the side of her neck, inhaling that addictive sweet scent. She had no business being this delicious, and she couldn't stop from kissing lazily down her body. The worship seemed to pay off that when she settled between her thighs even the slightest brush had her muscles clenching as her breathing trembled.
"Asami," she meant it as so many things, an urging, a warning, that she didn't have to do anything she wasn't ready for. Only then did blue eyes meet the green eyes giving her that smouldering look above Korra's small thatch of black hair, determined. Korra keened when she felt the wet hard muscle of a pointed tongue circle her clit. Her fingers fed into Asami's hair and the other hand entangled with hers on the mattress. Korra's hips fluttered against her mouth, desperate for more friction and Asami gave it to her, working her tongue flat, using her lips, her fingers slipping in using her grip on her hand to pull herself up and into her.
"Ah!" Korra's shoulders lifted off the pillow, riding Asami's face in slow hard strokes as her body wracked in climax. Asami kept going, unrelenting, pushing Korra over that edge again and again, until finally she had to pull her up and kiss her draped across her chest. They kept going, trading turns, until arms and jaws burned with the effort, in their minds knowing one of these could be the last time.
Their stomachs growled angrily, the sky was growing dark and neither of them had eaten since yesterday morning.
Asami gave up Korra's shirt with considerable protest, only if Korra wore hers it was likely one wrong flex could send the silk sleeves splitting. They made a show of dressing each other, if only to maximise the amount of time skin could be against skin. Korra had to admit even she hadn't had much experience kissing while buttoning up jeans.
Walking to the car Korra kept her hands in her pockets, but with it at least a ten minute walk away she experimented, and dropped the hand between them. Not a second later Asami's fingers were knotted between her own.
The aforementioned diner was an oasis of neon and pie off the main road, overlooking Gao Ling. A few patrons sipped coffee, and didn't seem to notice them, but it was enough being in public to make Korra drop Asami's hand before they entered.
"I cannot believe my eyes," The pair seize up at a waiter gawping past them, it takes them a second to realise he's enthralled by the car. "Is that the Hiroshi Sato Prototype that went unfinished due to his untimely arrest!" he all but squealed, and Korra felt Asami begin to close her self off. Arms folded.
"It is," she muttered.
"You will get the best table, here, I just cleaned," he guided them down, "I am such a gear head, I tell you the message boards will go nuts when I tell them I've seen this car!"
"I can see," Asami said tightly, feigning politeness, feeling a stress headache bloom in her left temple.
"I have a camera in the back, if it's okay can I?"
"Fine, I don't care," she shrugged, sliding in the booth without stopping to watch him pump his fist.
"But of course!" he remembered himself, "What can I get you?"
"A couple of menus would be nice," Korra said, flashing charm and a single dimple. When she slid in beside Asami she didn't feel her tension ease, hiding a hand under the table she squeezed her knee. "We could go somewhere else."
"No, it's fine I'm starving,"
We've been working up an appetite, Korra clamped down on the instinct to flirt, sliding her hand back and leaning back into the seat.
"For someone who's only had one affair you seem to be familiar with the rules," Asami whispered conspiratorially, and Korra tugged at the back of her neck.
"Two," she shrugged, "June, but I didn't know it."
Asami took it on the chin, feeling weak and needing affirmation, she balanced the menu on the table to hide them from the view of the restaurant, and offered her hands over the table. Korra heaved a breath, and then took them. It felt far more intimate than it looked, their slotted fingers stroking from knuckle to tips and back down again. Asami's thumb massaging Korra's palm. After a moment it felt downright salacious.
"We should make rules," Korra added, "After everything I don't think be able to stop myself from kissing you while we're alone."
"Why can't we be alone?" Asami's tone was so tender and quiet Korra was transported back in to bed.
"You know why," Korra smirked, albeit sadly.
"Decisions," Asami hummed, fingernail digging a little crescent onto Korra's knuckle.
"Opal still think's we're fighting, that should help with the questions,"
"What are we fighting about?"
"Ah,"
"What?"
"Opal knows how I feel,"
"Oh,"
"She figured it out, don't be mad,"
"I'm not mad,"
"You sound mad,"
"What else?"
"What was our last fight about?"
"Mako," an errant laugh escaped Asami then.
"It can't be that again…me leaving, I'm thinking about making it permanent,"
"What?"
"There it is, our fake fight," Korra gave a triumphant half smile, partly because she'd found the answer, partly because Asami was so abhorred by the idea.
"Will you? If this goes badly," Asami asked in earnest, and Korra felt like she'd snookered herself.
"I don't know,"
"What can I get you ladies?" They snatched their hands apart and Korra took the menu as the waiter encroached upon them.
"Pancakes." Korra read the first item and felt it was good enough.
"I'll have the same." Asami just wanted this waiter to evaporate. When he was gone she lifted the menu again, for a semblance of safety as she worried over their next steps. "So I just won't see you after this? For how long?"
"As long as it takes for you to know, even with the group I'm not sure I can act right around you,"
"So it is better if we meet alone,"
"Asami,"
"In public,"
"I don't know, can we please just, keep pretending, we have just over two days now, I can't…" she closed her eyes, temple throbbing, clamping down on those errant emotions that would have her cry in a roadside diner. "You need space to do this, and maybe I do to,"
She was surprised by Asami's palm smoothing hair out of her face.
"Okay," her fingers fed between hers, "We'll try it your way," she kissed her forehead, her closed eyelids, "I just want…" She trailed off kissing the corner of her mouth, "I just want." she repeated.
"I know…Me too," Korra took the hand that cradled her, and sealed their fingers together under the table, taking everything she had left of her strength to wrench herself away from her, waiting for their food to come.
"What is he doing?" Asami found her eyes drawn to the waiter outside, scooting around the car low like a crab with a camera, capturing low angles. Binds around their ribcages shook loose as they laughed freely at this maniac.
It was only after their late brunch, when Asami was out on the deck on the lake, picnic blanket beneath her lap, and Korra's head on top of it, did she consider that the waiter had potentially been in the right place at the right time to snap an incriminating expensive picture of the two of them. She ran the timings in her head, he was out there for a while after she'd noticed him, hopefully hadn't been there for as long beforehand. It didn't seem worth freaking Korra out much more than she already was.
By the lake the serenade of crickets, trickling water and fireflies were too beautiful to resist, and as it got darker it seemed only fitting to spend their time lazing about like runaways.
"What would you call me?" Korra distracted her in that moment, Asami's fingers paused their combing through her hair to gain her meaning, "Your mistress? Concubine?"
"My bitch?"
"Fuck you!" Korra retorted laughing, sitting up, leering at her petulantly as she balanced on an arm sculpted by gods.
"No Korra, fuck you," Asami gripped her shirt and kissed her quick, "take your clothes off."
"Really Asami? On the deck?" As much as Korra feared splinters she was already pulling her shirt over head. Dropping trou with a surprising efficiency.
"Skinny dipping," Asami explained.
"What no!" But Asami had already pushed her back off the platform, Korra had a good second of balance arms akimbo, before falling. Asami joined her with a much more elegant dive.
"I'm really getting sick of your shit," Korra sputtered, only to be caught like a deer in headlights as Asami swam closer to her, hair slicked back and shining like a siren. She felt her naval touch her own first, bodies meeting in the clear water, her hands warm and welcome and terrifying at once. Her whole body felt alight, burning low and hot in her chest, and for a moment before she could crush it, Korra thought of how painful it would be to have this feeling extinguished.
She was playing at love with her best friend, trying not to worry when the show would end.
"I just wanted to live out another fantasy," Asami told her, lips fluttering over her own as she spoke.
"Get it while you can," Korra seethed half heartedly, enthralled by the gentle brush of her nipples against her own, their legs tangling in the water, and the waves pushing her at her back, making kissing her best friend inevitable.
Song 2 - Ruin My Life - Zara Larsson