A/N: OK, now it's M. A spoonful of fluff helps the medicine go down.

You'll Get Over It

The stronger woman pressed her roughly against the wall. She could feel the bite of her clavicles against the cool metal. It stung, it was brutish and, for a fleeting moment, she thought about protesting. Then she felt a strong hand push the end of her shirt up, searching, spreading fingers over the smooth planes of her abdomen and the pressure of the hard corners of a pelvis pressed against her backside. An inviting wetness at the back of her ear followed, lips lingering there at the spot that made her knees buckle. One disarming action after another.

She didn't notice the moan that escaped her mouth, the protests of her inner battleaxe waning, that firm hand dipping lower with an insistent ferocity. She forgot what she had been so upset about, the arousing mixture of pain and pleasure dulling all other processes in her body but her desire.

"Korra," she half-moaned, half-breathed over her shoulder. The Avatar said nothing, only flicked her intense blue eyes toward hers, then smashed her lips against hers almost violently. Asami complied, taking her lover's hungry mouth willingly, stretching the beautiful curve of her neck to return the action even harder. For now, she was okay being pliant clay in the other's hands, every inch of the athletic Korra pressed against her back. They could talk later.

Then her eyes rolled back in her skull as Korra's fingers found what they had sought out for. Asami released her lips, a breathy gasp liberated deep from her chest. The engineer leaned back, swaying in the waves the other was creating, becoming lost in an ocean of slick sensation. Silky black hair wrapped around the other's heated caramel skin. The engineer's head unknowingly falling back onto a strong shoulder and curling toward the sinewy cord of the other's neck.

Korra could feel everything. Every twitch, every shudder, every breath. The engineer's lips silently reciting the Avatar's favorite song, a primal tune she could never get enough of. Asami was not aware that Korra had been carrying most of her weight, her effortless strength boundless.

Then the thought occurred to Asami, a momentary clarity breaking the water's surface. She was the only one receiving. Quickly, her hands moved to correct that. Unlocking their position around dark wrists to reach behind. Pale fingertips pulling assertively at the hem of the other's pants.

"Don't worry about me," Asami suddenly heard. Her voice obstinate and rough. She was pressed harder into the wall and Asami grabbed Korra's ass to steady herself. The Avatar continued and Asami let her have want she wanted curling back into her strong neck, allowing the shockwaves to dismantle every part of her. It wasn't really all that difficult to surrender to her, it never was.

"Cum, Asami."

And she did, screaming. There was no else on her airship. She didn't care. Then she collapsed against the other's body, chest heaving, brow lined in sweat.

They stood like that for awhile, in silence, while her breath evened out. A metallic echo at the end of each slowing exhale and Korra lost in the river of her dark hair.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled kissing her neck.

"For what?"

"If I hurt you. I was being rough."

"It's fine. I liked it by the end.

Silence.

"Are you okay?" She turned in her arms for a clear look of her face.

"I don't want to ever hurt you. I... I'm just angry."

"I know." The Earth Queen was a difficult women to deal with.

"That shouldn't justify me using you like that or stopping myself."

Asami couldn't help but chuckle at the Avatar's sudden self-loathing. It was unnecessary and the inventor disliked superfluous designs that offered nothing to improvement. "You weren't. I was happy to give it to you. I'm happy to give you anything you need, Korra... Besides, if you are being too much, I can put you down a peg if I have to. I will tell you if you are."

The corners of her lips softly turned upward and her blue eyes shone with admiration. It was in that moment, Korra knew that she loved her. No one could take everything she had in the grace that Asami Sato did.

"And Korra?"

"Yea?"

"Don't ever apologize for being yourself, ok?"

Korra laughed and nodded watching the other's face break out into a gorgeous smile. It made her feel like she wasn't too much. That she could be content with who she was and her right to exist.

"You're amazing, truly, Asami Sato," hugging her tightly.

"I could use to hear that more often," she joked, "We will get through this. We will find those Airbenders, I promise."