Korra watches intently as the lipstick smears against her lips. Not her lips.
Asami's lips.
She's in her house, on her bed, hanging out like always. It's not like they're going anywhere. Korra wanted to stay inside. It's just something Asami does on the regular. Sitting at her dressing desk and using the mirror, she puts on lipstick; practice she calls it. And Korra watches the process, from start to finish. No words needed to be exchanged at times. The action is therapeutic for both women.
This time is no different. Korra's head hangs off the edge of the bed. Her attention, still on Asami's lips. She watches each passing stroke that adds the color and makes her already full lips look fuller and fuller. Sultry violet. The care put into the corners. The pursing and rolling of her lips to ensure she got every crevice evenly. Korra hears the audible pop and the sound carries through her body. It makes her tremble softly.
Asami takes a passive glance at her friend through the mirror as she puts the top on her lipstick. She could see Korra's eyes staring at her but with a somber look to them. A look she only had when she was deep in thought, but it was becoming to be a normal face the more and more she saw it. A lot more than the smiles and cheers Asami remembered back in the day. Korra has had a lot on her mind as of late. It couldn't hurt to ask.
"Are you doing well?"
The question snaps Korra from her daze and she perks up. "I'm fine, I'm fine."
"Are you sure," Asami asks. "You look like you're trying to figure something out."
Korra rolls over on her stomach and rests her chin on her folded arms. "Actually, I kinda am."
"Well, let me hear it," Asami encourages, grabbing a small handkerchief and dabbing the excess lipstick off.
"So, you remember that movie we saw together in color," Korra asks. Asami hums in confirmation. It wasn't the greatest movie she'd ever seen, but the element of it being in color was surprising. It was about an earthbending detective on the tail of this serial killer who targeted earthbenders. It was some kind of romance thriller. Any mystery it had was sucked out of it when everyone could obviously tell the culprit was his ex-wife.
"The ending kinda got me thinking," Korra admits.
Asami finally turns in her seat to face her, setting down the cloth. "You don't think he should have killed her?"
Korra brings up her hands to talk for, as she always does. "No. I mean, she got what she deserved. But he didn't really kill her. She sorta just fell."
"But he caused the earthquake that made her fall into traffic," Asami counters.
Korra sits up. "Cause she was about throw a kid in it! Wait! I don't want to argue about this again! That's not even what I wanted to talk about!" She takes a deep breath. "I meant the part where they kissed."
"Oh! That?"
"Yeah." Korra lays back down on the bed, facing the ceiling. "I was wondering if kissing with lipstick made it better or something."
Oh? Asami didn't think it would go in this direction but allows Korra to continue.
"I don't know if it was the colors or that I could just see so much more than normal, but –" Korra stops herself and huffs. She summons a small ball of compressed air and plays with it. "I dunno. It was a stupid thought."
"It's not stupid." Korra leans her head back as Asami speaks. "Have you never tried on lipstick?"
"I never really was interested in that sorta stuff back home. And as far as my kissing experiences, it's pretty limited." She almost sounds ashamed. Korra continues playing with air as Asami thinks on what to say.
"I don't really know if it makes it better, but I can say it makes the kisses different, more memorable almost," Asami admits with a smile.
"Really," Korra asks in an almost dubious tone. She sits up fully, dropping her ball of wind and letting it disappear. "How so?"
"Well, when I was with other guys, kissing them with all my passion, it made me feel good inside when I would pull away and see my lipstick all over them. Like I marked them or something. Along their collar, across their lips and jawline. Just imagining it gets me bothered at times."
"Wow," Korra breaths.
"Even with Mako, I can remember having that feeling," Asami goes on.
Korra immediately cringes and throws up her hands to stop Asami. "Don't mention that name, please," she requests.
Asami snorts. "I'm sorry, I forgot. I'm just trying to say that when I put on lipstick, it's more than just for appearances. For me, it's for preparation. Never know when I might have myself a chance to leave my mark on someone else."
Korra gives a nod of her head. "Guess that makes sense."
Asami picks up a red colored lipstick. "Would you like to try?"
Korra reddens under her dark skin. She stammers a bit before asking, "Are you sure?"
"Of course, I'm sure." Asami turns back in her chair to face the mirror. "Come over here." Korra quickly bounds off the bed and hovers over Asami's side.
Asami uncaps the classic red lipstick. A color known to work on any set of lips no matter how inexperienced. She turns to her right to begin applying it on Korra, but she was too high and much too close. Asami leans back and sees her friend's eyes closed, lips pursed, and waiting. She gasps at the realization making Korra see it too. The Avatar's eyes widen at her mistake and recedes, covering her face in her hands.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry, Asami! I misunderstood," she groans out. "Why am I so embarrassing!?" Korra swears at herself and doesn't dare to uncover her face. She wants to cry. But all of the shame and all of the guilt seemingly subsides when she hears soft giggling in front of her.
"It's okay, Korra," Asami laughs off. "You startled me a bit, but it was cute." Her soft hands find Korra's and gently pull them from her face. Asami wipes the lonely tear off her cheek and smiles warmly. Korra leans into the touch and sighs. Her eyes close and she begins to relax.
Pressure meets her lips. Not Asami's lips.
Korra's lips.
She returns the action. Encouraging for more. Korra's arm wrap around Asami and she moans when she feels the soft wetness of tongue slipping past. Asami's hand slides down, slowly peeling back Korra's bottom lip as they kiss. Cupping her chin, as to tilt her head back more. And then rests behind her neck after slowly stroking the lump in her throat.
Korra gasps. Asami's lips leaves for only a split second before she feels them again on her cheek. She peppers them across her jaw and then down her neck. Korra's chest heaves as she leans into each and every touch. Eyes half open like her own mouth. Asami ends her journey at the base of Korra's collar bone. She suckles on the skin, leaving an angry red mark when she was done. Asami pulls away, a coy smile playing on her face. Her lips completely devoid of lipstick. They were still perfect. Still alluring. She gestures Korra to the dressing desk mirror.
"Well? What do you think?"
Korra gives herself a good look. She immediately spies the deep purple kiss marks trailing across her visage. Starting at her own lips. The marks layering on top of each other at different angles. Following along her left cheek and then drifting sharply to her chin and across her soft jawline. She recalls the ghost touches of Asami's lips as she sees the trail go down her neck and shudders at the sight of the deep red hicky. The purple shows up well against her skin and even better on her clothes. Something about the uneven patterns and marks on the cloth made Korra moan. Where Asami missed her mark. Where she missed skin at the collar. Evidence that their moment couldn't be easily washed out.
Korra nods her head with a grin. "I like it. I could definitely get used to this." Is this what it felt like? To be possessed. Something warm grew deep inside her. A sensation she hadn't felt in a long while. But it wasn't over.
Korra feels fingers against her chest. Guiding her body to the bed, now behind her. She looks Asami in the eyes. Glazed over and the sexiest she's ever seen them. They were for her. She falls on her back, hair cascading over the white pillows. Asami clambers after Korra and straddles her. The overhead lighting giving her darker shadows, made Asami somehow more dangerous to Korra. She couldn't contain the whimper.
"I can promise you," Asami starts. Her voice husky and low. "You're going to like this way more."
9/14/2020