Chapter 16 - Kiss and Makeup
Korra's running a little late for lunch with Kuvira and Opal. She's jogging through the halls to get to the food court, but slows down when she sees Kuvira with her back towards her, food and lychee juice in front of her. Opal must still be getting food.
That signature braid is hanging over her back, daring anyone who walks by to get caught in it. Korra eyes it, thinking of a new plan of attack on the spot. It's usually Opal's thing when she's particularly annoyed with Kuvira, but she's going to take a page out of her book.
She casually walks up behind Kuvira who's face is buried in her phone reading some article. She's now sucking her lychee juice through her metal straw. This might get me killed, but at least Asami's black eye won't be in vain.
Before Kuvira can react, Korra clutches her braid in her hand and yanks as hard as she can. She remembers when she used to have long hair and it got caught in everything. She usually did wolf tails, but she is almost certain pulling on a braid is more painful. The screech resonating in the open space is all the answer she needs.
"Waters!" Kuvira stands up with rage in her eyes, sends her chair crashing to the ground, and smacks Korra's forearm to release her grip on her hair. Korra can picture the steam coming out of her ears. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"You punched Asami! Be glad I didn't punch you in the eye!"
"And whose fault is that? You invited her to the party, in my apartment, and she had the audacity to drink my lychee juice? My house, my rules!"
"It's lychee juice for Spirit's sake!"
"And you know as well as anyone else, you do not touch my juice!"
"You're lucky her parents didn't come barreling into your apartment for punching her, and I had a head splitting hangover so I didn't slap you across your face!"
Kuvira raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "You've could've laid one on me yesterday at the gym or lunch. I know you won't do it because there's a part of you that knows there's a strong probability that I'll beat your ass."
Korra grabs her chin and wishes she could smack that smug grin off her face. "You wanna go, Beifong? You and me, outside. Right now!"
"Okay, okay, break it up before someone calls campus security." Opal forces herself between the two women and sees the eyes that are glancing at them. "Nothing to see here! Just two angry bisexuals over a drunken misunderstanding! Mind your own damn business!"
"Do you have it out of your system now, Waters?" Kuvira rights her chair and takes her seat again, sipping the lychee juice.
Korra eyes the cup with a narrowed look and strikes it hard enough to knock it out of Kuvira's hands onto the floor. Kuvira looks like she's about to burst a vein in her head or strangle her over the spilled juice and metal straw on the floor.
"Now, it's out of my system." Korra turns on her heel and to get her own lunch. She can hear Opal talk Kuvira down over the growls coming out of her throat.
Korra is watching the chefs prepare her five-flavored soup and seaweed noodles when a hand is placed on her shoulder.
"Look, I'm sorry about punching your girl and whatever shit came out of my mouth that night. I'll admit it wasn't one of my best moments, but we were all smashed. I'll personally apologize to Asami the next time I see her for giving her a shiner and giving her hell." Wow, she genuinely apologized, but I'm going to let her stew in it a little. Silent treatment's a bitch.
The chefs are a little slow so Kuvira sighs in aggravation and wanders off casually with her hands in her pockets and head hung a little lower than usual. Korra smirks to herself. I'll talk to her back at the table.
Korra's returning to the table when she and Kuvira meet again. They stand in the middle of human traffic staring at one another. Korra's holding her tray, and Kuvira's holding two large cups in hand. One cup she's sucking lychee juice out of with her hopefully washed metal straw. The other cup is extended towards her as an olive branch.
"That's the best apology you've got, V?" she snickers and knows if she wasn't holding two cups, she'd be getting smacked right about now based on the pointed look she receives. "Fine, I accept your apology, but don't think about laying your grubby fingers on Asami again."
Kuvira nods and places the cup on Korra's tray. The two walk back to their table in silence besides Kuvira's loud slurping of her drink which makes Korra's eye twitch.
"How about you put your filthy hands on her?" she suggests as they take a seat with Opal. "I do remember you were getting awfully handsy with her when she arrived."
"No sex talk while we eat!" Opal scolds. "Did you two kiss and make up?"
"Eww, it was bad enough twice, I'm not going down that road again." Kuvira kicks Korra right in the shin underneath the table. "Damn it! You're not the only one allowed to make brusque jokes! Stop physically assaulting people, V!"
"Stop getting on my nerves, and I will. I hope you've loosened up your tight lips for Sato because it felt like kissing a dead two headed fish." Korra kicks her right back, but in both of her shins. Kuvira hisses and grits her teeth, but doesn't retaliate.
"You're lucky Asami's not here. Don't forget she has a free punch card to punch you, and she threatened you the morning after. Knowing Asami, it's more of a promise than a threat to hit you back."
Kuvira scoffs. "Please, I'd like to see her try. She doesn't have four brothers and an annoying sister. She can train with whatever trainers her daddy pays for, but she doesn't have the versatility to handle someone like me."
"I don't know. She's got the height advantage and just as much muscle tone as you, if not more. In fact, I think she has definition that you can only fantasize about."
"Stop trying to one up one another! We're having lunch together as friends so no speak of that night. Change the subject!" Opal butts in and glares at both of them, daring them to test her. Opal may portray herself as a bit skittish, but when she gets going, she can get going. She's a silent killer.
The three friends make safe conversation about their classes and latest happenings for half of their meal until Kuvira changes the topic again.
"Did Sato play sexy nurse for you when she took you home after that night? Take your temperature and ask you to strip all your clothes for a thorough physical exam?"
The last of Korra's seaweed noodles end up thrown against Kuvira's face.
"You know, you could probably make some serious cash if you plan and advertise what I can only call a cage match between you and Kuvira. Do you know how much the men on this campus would pay to see two women beat each other up?"
"Seriously, that's what you decide to comment on out of all of that?"
"Thank you for confronting her and risking your life for me, baby. I appreciate it, but I do understand everyone was drunk." Asami sits up from the bed and plants big kiss against Korra's cheek and against the corner of her mouth. Then she lays back down. "But I'm a businesswoman and see opportunities as degrading as they may be. I'm merely making a suggestion. Hell, throw me and Kuvira in it. I'll show her who's boss."
Korra groans and flops back on her bed, angling her face to take in the beauty next to her. "As insanely hot as it is imagining you beating the shit out of another person, I don't want to see your pretty face damaged even more." She reaches up and lightly brushes over where she knows the darken skin is underneath the makeup.
"Please, I'd pay to see her lay one on me in a fair fight. I'd have her in a leglock, pinned to the floor and crying in thirty seconds given the opportunity. Not a single scratch on me. She barks and bites, but her bite's nothing compared to mine."
"'Sami, stop saying stuff like that!" she half-groans, half-moans as she imagines her in a fight. All sweaty, breathing hard, muscles flexing.
"Why?" she asks innocently. She slips her hand underneath Korra's shirt and scratches her nails down her abs. "Am I getting you all hot and bothered, sweetie?"
"Fucking hell," she hisses. She rolls over and traps Sato underneath her, trapping her wrists above her head and pinning Sato to the mattress with her hips. Sato says nothing, but her eyes tell Korra she's enjoying this maybe a little too much. "You know exactly what you're doing."
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," she provokes with an evil glint in her eyes. "Whatcha going to do about it, Waters?"
Korra crashes her lips against hers and lays her full weight on top of her, releasing Asami's wrists. She practically shoves her tongue into her mouth to get a hit of the vanilla bean, but the loud moan and bucking of hips beneath her is all she needs to know that it's okay. The should be painful, but are actually pleasing scratches down her back goad her on more.
"If I knew you getting drunk and me getting punched by Kuvira would've released this side of you, I would've gotten you drunk and I would've gotten punched a lot sooner," Sato mutters between their sloppy kisses and nibbles on her jawline. "Nice change of pace seeing you take control. The black eye is a small price to pay."
"Yeah, well, I'd prefer if there's no more drunken fights between anyone," Korra mutters and trails down her slender neck, sucking on a few places but not long enough to leave more bruises on her body. Korra sneaks a hand in between them, circling a nipple underneath that immediately tightens it and draws a breathy moan. "The only person I wanna kiss and makeup with is you."
"Hmm, only person you wanna kiss and makeup with then? You have a lot of kissing and making up for making me deal with your drunk asses and getting punched," she breathes heavily. Asami finesses Korra's top over her head that leaves her in a plain white bra and exposes the abs that Korra knows she loves oh so much. Fuck, she's got me so worked up with her words, licking her chops, and eyeing me like I'm fresh meat.
"I'd rather just do all the kissing." She nips her way back up her neck, her jaw, and up to her earlobe, biting it roughly. "Add in some biting, rubbing and sucking, and we're all good."
The pleasing sounds echo right in Korra's ear and inflates her ego. Korra doesn't think anything of them since she is intentionally riling Sato up. She also doesn't think anything of the lean legs wrapping around her waist in a feeble attempt to get friction. Korra presses down harder to help Sato with her problem, and she feels Sato tighten her hold around her waist.
Korra's so lost in everything that she barely processes when Sato switches their positions so she's now the one trapped underneath her. How'd she do that? I thought she wanted me to overpower her?! Why'd she rip control out of my hands when she was enjoying it?!
"I do remember being called a naughty girl by you, and I am a very naughty girl, Korra. Do you know why?" she whispers lowly and grinds herself hard against Korra's abs and moans through biting her bottom lip. She can practically feel the heat coming from her now with the proper leverage. If only her pants and underwear weren't in the way…
"W-Why?"
"Because…" she leans down and breathes hot air against the shell of her ear. "I've gotta get going for my night class. We'll have to kiss, bite, rub, suck and makeup later." Asami hops off Korra and walks out of her room like they weren't just having a hot makeout session and she wasn't talking dirty in her ear. What the fuck?
"Sato!" she almost growls and chases after her without bothering with her shirt. "Get back here and let one or both of us finish the fucking job!"
Asami spins around on her heel with her heel with a domineering expression, freezing Korra on the spot. She struts over like she owns the apartment and tilts Korra's lips up for a soft kiss. She tries to advance the kiss and pull her closer, but Sato pushes her away.
"I'll come back after class to allow you to finish the job," she says casually and turns again. She has the door open when she looks over her shoulder and winks that damn wink. "Or I'll finish the job. Or maybe we both will? Can't let your friend bad mouth you all over campus about your sexual prowess, can I? What type of girlfriend would I be if I allowed that? Sato doesn't play around. You have three hours, Waters." Did she just fucking leave me hanging? Not acceptable! But wait, does that mean we're actually gonna have sex or is she playing around?
"Sato!" she shouts down the hallway at her fleeing figure.
All she hears is Sato's laughs.