Asami had made the dubious choice to invite Korra and some of their friends to a fundraising event. Dubious, if only because so many of their joint ventures typically ended in some sort of shenanigans, and she was trying to earn some funding for a project of hers.
But it didn't feel right not to invite them, and Asami wasn't going to miss out on a chance to see Korra dressed up. They might be just friends, but … Asami wanted more. Just maybe not enough to ruin their friendship. She didn't exactly have very many friends, especially those of the more female variety. And Korra in particular was someone special.
"Oh, this might have been a mistake," Asami muttered, eyes catching Korra, Mako and Bolin coming towards her. The brothers were their usual, handsome selves, and Korra…
Well Korra always did have a way of stealing Asami's breath away. She wore blue, of course, a shoulderless gown that left her arms and back bare. Showing off a well toned and muscular figure as befitting an athlete of her stature and fame.
"Asami!" Korra's smile always lit up the room and tonight was no exception, "You look amazing. Beautiful. That gown is-"
"Rwar," Bolin offered.
"Yes, that."
"Rwar, huh?" Asami tossed her hair and posed, allowing the slit up the side of her silky red dress to expose her leg and part of her thigh. Her dress was low-cut as well, and if all three of them ogled her a little bit, she didn't exactly mind.
"Yeah," Korra said, her eyes darting up and down Asami before she seemed to catch herself. "Are your fundraisers always fancy like this? Most of mine involve like, exercise. Sometimes contests."
"Usually," Mako shrugged.
"What fancy fundraisers have you ever gone to, Mr. Detective," Bolin asked, staring at his brother incredulously.
"I'm usually undercover," Mako said. "Mob stuff."
Rolling her eyes, Korra took Asami by the arm, "I need to talk to you for a sec."
"Is something wrong?" Asami let herself be dragged off to the side.
"I need you to be my girlfriend for the night."
"What?" Asami blinked, trying to figure out if Korra was playing a particularly cruel prank on her.
"There's this guy. I went on a date with him once for PR reasons and now I can't shake him. So I need you to be my girlfriend."
"Of course," Asami said, heart racing. "But why me and not our mutual ex?"
"Mako would feel weird," Korra said, rubbing Asami's arm. "And I don't think he's entirely over either of us? I just don't want him to feel bad. You okay with this?"
"I'd do anything for you, Korra." Oh this was about to be the biggest mistake of Asami's life, and yet…
Draping a muscular arm around Asami's shoulders, Korra pulled her close. Her body was warm, and Asami could feel every inch of their contact. She leaned her head onto Korra's shoulder and sighed dramatically.
It made Korra giggle, and Asami felt her nuzzle the top of her head.
"Oh, you smell amazing. Uh. That's not a weird thing to say is it?"
"No, please keep telling me I smell good."
"Mm."
"Korra!"
A man's voice drew both of their attention and Asami felt her hackles go up. Just something about that voice was intensely annoying. And when she saw the man she lifted her head from Korra's shoulder and looked at her, "Him?!"
"Wu," Korra said, grimacing. "Long story. He's like, a prince of somewhere, they thought it looked good. We didn't click. He thinks we did."
Korra waved at him, "Wu, I'd like you to meet Asami. My girlfriend."
"Nice to meet you." He smiled at Asami, before turning his gaze to Korra and bowing elaborately. "They're playing our song.
"It's not that kind of party," Asami said, sliding her hand up Korra's back and trying not to enjoy it as much as she actually was. Her fingers reached Korra's hair and she stared directly at Wu, "And her dance card is all filled up.
"Hng?" Korra said, blinking her eyes. She leaned into Asami, pulling her even closer, "I'm here. On a date. With my girlfriend."
"It's so nice to spend time with your friends, I agree," Wu said. "Maybe we could go somewhere private and discuss it some more?"
"What part of–" Korra cut herself off, letting out a breath, "Maybe some other time, Wu."
He started to move in, as if he were cutting in on a dance.
Acting quickly, Asami pulled Korra's head in, and kissed her. Somewhere, fireworks were going off, and a tiny little whimper emerged from Asami's throat. Korra still had an arm around her and that squeezed her, holding her close.
When Korra started to deepen the kiss, Asami reluctantly broke it off. The world was spinning, her blood pounding through her body, and her skin felt like it was on fire. The kiss had lit her up like the lights on the bay and it was difficult to process her thoughts beyond a generalized exclamation point.
Wu clasped his hands behind his back, "There really is no time like the present for two people to get a little … frisky?"
"Oh my-" Korra took Asami's hand, "We're going to be busy, Wu."
Asami was dragged away, "Where are we going?" To her credit her voice was a lot stronger than she feared it might have been.
They passed Mako, and Korra said, "Mako if you see Wu come looking for me just tell him we're out on the balcony."
"Sure – what?" Mako furrowed his brow, while beside him, Bolin was squinting at the two of them suspiciously.
Asami just gave them a confused, apologetic look before she was whisked away, out to the balcony like Korra had said.
The air was a bit chilly, a welcome relief from how she felt like she was burning up. She looked at Korra, who let go of her hand only to turn towards her, hands running up her sides as she pushed Asami back against the railing, catching her lips with her own and kissing her as though she might die otherwise.
One arm looped around her to keep her from falling off, the other sliding up and down her side as their bodies all but crashed together. Asami moaned into Korra's mouth, hands splaying across her back as she shamelessly groped and massaged at Korra's well-structured back. Korra's hand on her side slid down to her leg, running up the bare skin through the slit and all the way to her hip.
This … couldn't be real, could it? Was Asami trapped in some kind of wonderful day dream? She never wanted to leave.
And then Korra's hand was groping her ass, her fingers brushing the edge of her panties and teasing all along where the elastic touched her skin. Asami's hips jerked and she opened her mouth, gasping against Korra's. Korra's tongue snaked in and Asami's gasp turned into a moan. She got an answering one from Korra when she started to suck on it.
They were on a balcony a dozen stories up, and anyone could walk out and catch them and the latter was the only reason Asami hadn't already begged Korra to tear her dress off. Dazed, she tried to calculate the quickest, quietest way to the garage, and her car. It was only a few minutes to her condo and surely she could survive not having Korra all over her for that time? The calculations proved difficult through the sea of desire flooding her.
Her panties were probably ruined at this point.
Asami tried to pull away, just long enough to suggest they go to her place, when the figurative cold water got thrown over her.
"Korra!" Wu called out, "There you are! I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about Handsome Wu."
"I'm going to throw him off this balcony," Asami whispered. For the first time in her life her hair was a complete mess.
Korra glared at Wu, "Listen, it's not happening. I'm happily engaged to Asami, and we were celebrating."
"Wait," Asami tried to straighten, but she was still pinned against the railing. "What?"
Wu nodded thoughtfully, "I know you were with your gal pal, but I am the main course."
"Do we–" Korra looked incredulous, "What do you need, a sex tape?!"
Asami considered just jumping off the ledge herself, and from the look on Korra's face, Korra was already regretting her choice of words.
"Doesn't everyone make sex tapes with their besties?" Wu asked, entirely seriously.
"No sex tapes," Asami said, managing to extract herself from Korra. She'd been right, this had been a mistake and her insides were churning like a storm at sea. She rushed for the door.
"Asami, wait!"
She made it to the garage nearly a minute ahead of her calculations, but Korra had somehow beaten her and was waiting at the car.
"Korra, please, I just want to go home." Asami swirled her hands in emphasis, voice cracking.
"I'm sorry." Korra held her hands up. "I got a little carried away, by everything. And then I kind of panicked."
"Faux engagements? Sex tapes, Korra? Carried away is an understatement."
"You have to admit we'd make a hot sex tape."
That drew a laugh out of Asami, and she ran her hands through her hair, "He really wasn't taking the hint, was he."
"Not even a little." Korra scratched at her chin, "You stormed off, I told him that I was breaking up with him, and tried to beat you here."
That might actually work. Asami folded her arms, and leaned against her sports car. She was still buzzing, and she glanced in the direction of the rear-view mirror. Her hair really was a mess, her lipstick smeared, her face flushed. She ducked her head in embarrassment, "I think I'm just going to go home and scream into my pillow."
"Asami." Korra touched her chin and tilted it up. Her face was about as flushed, and she was looking at Asami with an expression that was hard to decipher. Her lips were red from Asami's lipstick and her own hair was pressy mussed, too.
"Korra, it's okay, really. We just got really into the pretend." She smiled, trying to reassure her friend even if saying it was pretend for her was a complete lie, and it broke her heart to say so.
Korra stepped closer, lifting her hand and brushing her fingers along Asami's cheeks. Her resistance and her willpower both crumbled, and she leaned her face into Korra's hand just as Korra leaned in and kissed her.
It was tender, and gentle, and filled to the brim with as much concealed emotion as Asami felt. She whimpered, returning the kiss like a woman lost at sea and grasping for driftwood. Korra folded Asami into her arms and held her as she pulled her face away, "So what if we go out, for real."
"Be girlfriends for more than a night?" Asami asked, almost afraid to clarify.
"Yeah." Korra's face burst into a beaming smile, "Yeah that's what I want!"
Asami pulled Korra's head back in, kissing her soundly, "As for the engagement, maybe we can plan that better for later."
"Yeah, that's probably –what."
Laughing, Asami pointed at the car, "Get in, I'd like to pick up where we left off, where there's no way we can be interrupted."
"I'm not exactly known for my impulse control," Korra replied, walking around to the passenger door. "I'm not actually sure when I would have stopped if Wu hadn't interrupted us."
"That makes two of us."
Several Minutes Ago
"I feel like I missed something," Mako was saying, watching a disheveled looking Asami rush through the ballroom.
"Korra and Asami have been eyeing each other up for years."
"Really?"
"Seriously, bro? And they call me a himbo." Bolin shook his head, then jerked his chin to a bemused looking Wu trying to put the moves on Kuvira, "Bet you can't even tell that Wu is gay."
"No way."
"And you call yourself a detective."
"That is none of my business," Mako pointed out, flabbergasted. "And maybe he's not ready to face it, and even if so, why is he hitting on her instead of-"
"Don't worry," Bolin said, patting his brother's head. "You'll get it someday."