*** Some of you requested that I do Blue from Korra's POV, and seeing as it was something that had crossed my mind when I wrote Blue, I figured why not. So, here you are, smutty events as Korra experienced them, appropriately titled Red.

A lot of you have also requested their breakfast date, so I will be doing that too :). I'll post it eventually as a chapter 3, and it'll be their breakfast and some extra (fluffy) stuff afterward.

Alrighty, proceed!

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Korra was dancing with Mako, Bolin, and Opal, having the time of her life and thanks, in large part, to the amount of alcohol she'd consumed. It wasn't enough to get her plastered, but it was definitely enough that she was no longer even remotely shy about dancing in a club. Not that she didn't like to dance… but people could see her here, and before knocking back a few drinks, that idea had been slightly nerve-wracking. Now she was shaking her hips and moving her feet and laughing because she was having so much fun, and her friends looked like they were having just as much fun as she was.

On her next sway, Korra glanced up, inadvertently locking eyes with a girl who, it appeared, had been staring at her. And she was gorgeous. She was tall in her heels, and the heels seemed to accentuate the curves that were already on display because of her tight red dress. Her black hair was long and falling over her smooth, exposed shoulders and okay, yeah, she was definitely staring at Korra. Korra grinned at her, something she was probably only capable of because of the alcohol, and then immediately looked away. If they kept looking at each other like that, she was bound to get flustered.

Korra went back to focusing on dancing with her friends. While the amount of people, and the fact that personal space wasn't entirely a thing in a club, usually made Korra a bit apprehensive, right now she really didn't care. She was having too great a time. At least, that was until someone started encroaching a bit from behind her. Bolin and Mako had been pretty diligent about cutting it off if a guy came up behind her to try and dance, and though she made eye contact with them, they were making no moves toward whoever it was.

It only took a brief glance backward to catch the flash of red, and when Korra fully looked and realized it was the girl she'd made eye contact with, her stomach fluttered. She'd actually come over, and she tossed a look over her shoulder to see if Korra noticed. Korra totally noticed, and screw nerves and getting flustered, they could go to hell, because the girl in the red dress and heels and with red lipstick had wandered over and Korra was excited about this. Red. She liked that.

To make sure Red really wanted to dance with her and not just nearby, Korra pressed back against her playfully. Though she didn't give the most enthusiastic response, she didn't pull away either, so Korra turned around to push it a bit further. She got close enough for Red to feel her there, to feel her hips and her chest and to give her the opportunity to dance or reestablish a comfortable distance. And she backed up into Korra. Like right up against her, with those curves that were already enough to give Korra a heart attack even without being able to feel them swaying against her.

Korra glanced behind her to check if her friends were seeing this, because there was a part of her that couldn't believe this was really happening. That couldn't believe this gorgeous, sexy woman had actually sought her out to dance. But her friends were definitely watching, each of their eyes wide with wonder. This was absolutely happening, and Korra focused back on the body in front of her, lifting her hands with the intense urge to set them on this girl's waist, but freezing before actually doing it because what if it was too much?

For a long moment, her hands hovered there with indecision. It was so tempting, and she wanted so badly to feel with her hands what she could feel with her hips. Wanted to follow the sway and rhythm, and maybe if hands were okay then it would be okay for her to get even closer. The worst that could happen is Red didn't like it. If she isn't a fan, Korra thought, I'll stop.

So Korra's hands set gently on Red's waist, and she paid close attention for tensing or flinching or anything that might indicate this wasn't okay. Nothing. Her mouth pulled into an involuntarily wide grin at the acceptance of her touch, and a million times better was the fact that, after a short time, Red's hands set on hers. They instructed them forward with something Korra could only understand as request to do more, and she was so completely ready for that.

With that subtle request, Korra took the liberty of pulling Red even closer, so her body could attentively follow the movement of every curve her hands explored. And fuck, those curves. The red dress was tight and the fabric was thin and it left so little to the imagination. Korra's hands dropped to Red's hips, fighting the urge to press her fingers into the flesh on them as she accompanied them through a sway. The dress was so thin that she could totally tell Red wasn't wearing any underwear. There wasn't a lip or hitch of fabric anywhere on her hips and god, Korra, don't think about that.

But she felt so good. Korra loved using her hands, loved feeling textures and depths as she ran them up and down Red's waist, and the rocking of the curves beneath them was incredible. It was sexy and hot and she couldn't resist slipping her hands forward to feel what the front of Red was like too. She couldn't go up or down, though she so desperately wanted to. Wanted to feel abs and ribs and… okay, she wanted to feel everything that was teasing her underneath that thin red dress. She wanted to grab and caress and show Red's incredible body the kind of tender appreciation it deserved, but she couldn't, because feeling up a random woman in a club like that was a surefire way to get slapped, and Korra absolutely wasn't going to ruin this by being creepy or getting overly handsy.

It was distracting enough and helped satiate some intense urges that Red smelled so good. Her long hair hung loose at her back and they were so close that she was all Korra could smell. The sweet, floral scent of shampoo or perfume was enough to drown out the thick air of the club, and Red had worked up enough heat dancing all night that underneath it was a hint of her natural scent. Everything about her was irresistible. Korra had never, ever been so intensely attracted to someone, and not once since this started had she been able to wipe the stupid smirk off her face.

Just when Korra convinced herself she could stay satisfied with the way they were dancing, Red began turning around. Her hands set over Korra's shoulders and, if it was possible, she was infinitely more beautiful this close up. Her eyes were an enchanting shade of green, her full red lips were a stark contrast to the smoothness of her light skin, and her jawline. Korra didn't allow herself to gaze longer than a brief moment because she didn't want to blatantly check Red out, but her jawline led so gracefully to her slender neck, and a few strands of hair were sticking to her pulse point with sweat and Korra wanted to taste it. Wanted her lips and tongue to learn the taste that was associated with the scent her nose had already discovered.

When Red finished turning, she pressed their bodies together again and their gazes locked, and Korra couldn't look away. Those bright green eyes were so focused, so full of thought and complexity and a humble confidence that all Korra could do was stare in wonder. It was so intense that her stomach flipped, and if she didn't do something to distract herself from the mutual level of interest she could see in that gaze, then she was bound to lose her nerve.

So she worked her hands around to Red's back, so incredibly glad for the fine material of the dress as she slid them upwards. It allowed her to feel the soft slope of Red's spine, the slants of slender muscle, the dip of her shoulder blades, and when Korra reached skin at the top of her back, she dropped back down to her waist. Korra loved the feel of the hips moving beneath her hands, and they were still looking into each other's eyes and she hoped it wasn't obvious how stirred she was. Because she was enjoying this way more than she should be.

Especially when Red's gaze dropped to Korra's lips and lingered. She was staring at Korra's mouth, and Korra wasn't even sure she had the right idea, but all she could think was yes, please, you can absolutely kiss me. It barely crossed her mind that she'd never done this before, or that there was a reason she'd never done this before, because maybe kissing someone you'd just met in a club wasn't the smartest idea. But everything about this girl was so drop dead gorgeous that she was far from caring.

Even more encouraging was that Red's arms slipped farther over her shoulders. It felt like the first move, like a subtle reciprocation to Korra's thoughts about a kiss, but that was it. She only got a little closer, and it wasn't as close as Korra wanted. So Korra started stretching upward, gradually because no matter how desperate she was to be right about the plea in Red's eyes, she couldn't be sure. She kept her hands on the back of Red's hips, heart hammering nervously in her chest because if she was wrong about this, it could be a disaster, but she was hardly more than an inch away now and Red had yet to pull back. That made her confident enough to set their foreheads together.

Okay, Korra thought, gaze leaving green eyes to glance down at red lips, your turn. It was like Red could read her mind, because she brushed the tip of Korra's nose with her own. Korra didn't know if she was shy, or flirting, or stubborn, but when that was all that happened, her gaze lifted again. She watched those green eyes intently for sign of protest or discomfort while her lips parted, and she leaned in to brush Red's mouth with request, refusing to close the distance because she'd come most of the way. Do it, she pleaded mentally, kiss me.

And she did. Bright red lips met Korra's, and her heart skipped so powerfully it knocked the breath out of her. Her lips parted even more as if to recover air, but it deepened the kiss instead and god, she'd take that over breathing any day of the week. Without thinking, her hands pressed harder into Red's back to draw her closer, and somehow her intoxicating scent was even stronger now that Korra was this close and now that Red's arms tightened around her neck with reception. Korra wanted to lose herself in it. Was already lost in it, and in the curve of the hips in her hands and in the eager way Red's lips followed hers when they parted again invitingly.

This girl was electric. Every cell in Korra's body was exploding with excitement and need and she'd never been kissed like this before, so openly and deeply and with such undeniable tension. Korra was holding back, she'd been holding back since they started dancing, but she could sense a similar restraint in the lips against hers. Red wanted this, Korra had never been so sure of anything in her life.

Despite that, it felt like no time at all before Red pulled away, and Korra's pulse spiked with panic that she'd pushed it too far and, for a moment, her confidence plummeted. But then she recognized the look as embarrassment rather than shame or displeasure. She knew Red had been into it, she'd felt it, and maybe she wouldn't have pulled back if they weren't in the middle of a dance floor. If only they could find a dark corner…

Korra's searching gaze fixed on the bathroom across the venue, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Red follow the look. Then a hand grabbed hers, and she could feel her friends gaping from behind her as Red started pulling her across the dance floor, but she didn't spare a glance back at them.

They reached the bathroom fast, and Red let go of her hand and once she was in, she turned, threw the door shut behind them and locked it. Red had gone toward the sink counter, and the new space between them was too wide. Korra didn't like it, so she took a hasty step forward only to stop before completely closing the distance. Everything in her wanted kissing and touching and, fuck, she wanted it to be so relentless she wouldn't be able to breathe. She wanted all of this girl, but she didn't know how aggressive she could be about it. Didn't know if that kind of earnestness would be intimidating now that they were alone, even though they'd come in here for that purpose. She didn't want to scare Red with how much she loved using her hands, didn't want to make her uncomfortable with what they were doing.

Korra's teeth tugged her bottom lip with indecision, but hardly a moment later Red tossed her clutch beside the sink, and reached out to grab the collar of her flannel, pulling her in. It was all the permission Korra needed. Her hands set on Red's waist as their lips met, and she pushed back until they were against the counter so she could get as close as possible. But Red's hips pulsed into her, and it just made Korra think that this still wasn't close enough. Her fingers grabbed with need as she leaned in closer, pressing their bodies tight together and feeling Red move against her with reception.

She wasn't worried about trying to get handsy now, because Red was clinging to her, arms around her neck and leaving her pulsing body open. It felt like invitation, and when she began to run her hands over hips and waist and back, there was no hitch of reluctance in the kiss, or in the way Red kept grinding against her. The only torturous thing about being able to touch was that she wanted to touch everywhere, and all at once. It made her hands incapable of deciding on one place to stop. It made her push the front of her body so hard and close that she couldn't see how the back of Red's hips weren't digging painfully into the counter, but if they were, she made no sign of it.

Instead, everything about Red was eager. Her lips were open and yielding, her breathing was hard and fast and shallow, and every exhale fell hot into Korra's mouth. Korra was so caught up in everything she was feeling that she hardly noticed Red hadn't used her hands much. Not until they reached for the top button of her flannel, and then her stomach flipped because yes, open it, touch me. She'd never wanted so badly to feel hands against her skin, and she wanted it faster.

So she left Red's mouth for her neck, hoping it would allow for the focus to undo the buttons more quickly. Only, Korra's lips parted against the smooth flesh on Red's neck and she sighed her earnest acceptance out loud. In combination with the delicious salt that met Korra's tongue, the sound caused a jolt of need to shoot through her, and her lips instantly fixed on the sensitive muscle beneath them. She sucked hard, feeling a hand rush up to run through the back of her hair. Every time Red showed appreciation for what Korra did, it gave her butterflies. It made the steady pulse between her legs beat stronger and it made her want to do more. While that hand returned to finish undoing buttons, her own hands kept exploring, and she sucked so hard she knew she'd leave a dark bruise.

Then finally the flannel was undone, and Korra ignored the knock on the door as Red's hands slipped under her tank top because actually feeling them against that sensitive skin made her breath catch. And that hitch in her breathing put a lull in her mouth's suction on Red's neck, so she pressed her tongue deep against that muscle instead. Fuck, the sound that escaped Red's throat this time. It was more broken and more desperate, and Korra couldn't even control it that she reacted without thinking. That she dropped her hands below Red's waist to finally grab the plump flesh of her backside as she bit down on Red's neck, and in response to it, nails dragged down her bare stomach. The pleasant sting caused her to release a groan through her teeth, and as it died, there was another knock on the door.

It was distracting, and it caused Korra to release the intense hold of her mouth because instead of allowing herself to react, she was wishing whoever was at the door would go away. She did her best to ignore it as she pressed a gentle kiss to the soft indents her teeth had made, because even if Red had clearly liked it, she didn't want to give the impression that she was reckless, or that she didn't care if it might've hurt.

As she did, Red's backside pulsed into the grip of her hands, as if to add motivation when she asked breathlessly, "Do you want to go home with me?" Korra didn't need motivation, she hummed her approval as she kissed around to the front of Red's neck. "Right now?" Red asked.

Korra could hear the longing in her voice to leave immediately, but she just smelled so good. Korra hummed once more as she released her hands' sultry grip and buried her face in Red's neck, where the scent was strongest to surround herself with it. She closed her eyes and nuzzled in to take a soft breath and she couldn't bring herself to pull away, even if it meant going somewhere more private, because she didn't want their contact to end for even a second. And despite her yearning, Red didn't seem to mind.

Not until there was a third knock on the door. Then Red grabbed her clutch off the counter in one hand and grabbed Korra with the other, pulling her out the door and past the annoying person who seemed as equally annoyed with them. They rushed all the way out of the club and to the line of taxis, and Red told the driver her address while Korra climbed in after her. She scooted all the way across the seat and set her hand on Red's thigh in order to be as close as possible, and maybe also because a part of her feared that even a short drive without any contact would lessen their excitement about this or ruin the mood.

Maybe she should've known better, because they'd hardly started the drive when Korra felt the thigh beneath her hand shift. It parted just slightly, and there was so much heat radiating between Red's legs that she didn't even think to resist when she slid her hand upward in search of it. It was so enticing that she didn't care where they were, she wasn't thinking with her head and all she wanted was to feel. No… what she really wanted was to taste, but not even the alcohol could get her to try for it in a cab.

When her hand reached the halfway height, she began sliding it back down toward Red's knee while she glanced up to meet her gaze. Though her focus kept dropping to those full red lips, she tried to keep it at Red's eyes, searching for permission or hesitation because as much as she wanted this, she didn't want to force it if Red wasn't comfortable with it. She could wait if she really had to. But then Red's eyebrows converged with a clear, desperate request to continue, and Korra wanted it so bad that her hand started back up instantly.

She traced her fingers up the inside of Red's thigh, only stopping because she got so high that she met the other leg. She couldn't get any higher unless Red gave her the space, not without pushing her hand between her thighs, but she wouldn't. No matter how desperate the look in Red's eyes, she wouldn't do it unless she got a more sure consent, unless Red opened herself up for it and god, Korra wished she would. But she waited, trying so hard not to let the desire show on her face because she didn't want to add pressure to the conflict in Red's gaze. To the green eyes that kept going back and forth between Korra's face and her hand. And as much as it killed her, Korra liked that conflict. Liked the underlying innocence in Red's hesitation, as if maybe this wasn't a normal thing for her to do either, but she was doing it for Korra. Like Korra was an exception, and that thought made her heart stutter.

It was that same conflict that made it completely shocking when Red pulled the skirt of her dress up to her hips so she could spread her legs as much as she needed. It left her completely bare, and heat went rushing down Korra's chest as she glimpsed her destination for a brief moment before she was pulled into a kiss. All she could think as she pushed Red sideways in the seat and back against the door was fuck yes. But then she switched hands and slid it all the way up and that 'fuck yes' was a major understatement. Because even though she only traced along the outside of Red's core, she could feel the moisture waiting for her. Red was so wet, and her hips bobbed to ask for the real thing and Korra clenched because being wanted like this was such an incredible turn on.

She gave in to the plea, sliding her finger inward in search of Red's clit, and when she found it, she circled wide, testing for the right motion. And she must've done something right, because teeth bit down hard on her bottom lip. It hurt, but the intense reaction to her touch caused her to smile into the kiss, and she wanted more of it. Wanted another of those breathy sounds she'd heard in the bathroom that were almost as good as sex themselves. So she tested another motion and slid the length of her finger down that sensitive point of nerves, and though it didn't earn her a noise, Red's head fell back against the window.

The look on Red's face made Korra painfully aware of the growing throb between her own legs. The lidded green eyes and slightly parted red lips were an irresistibly stirring sign of pleasure, but just as enticing was the bobbing of her throat. It took hardly a moment for Korra's desire to smell and taste won out, and she dipped forward to let her mouth keep exploring Red's neck.

As much as she'd fallen in love with the crook of Red's neck, she adored the feeling against her finger. The softness, the moisture, the heat. Korra loved that Red was letting her do it, compliant to every stroke at her core and every nip at her neck, and that it was making her weak. But Korra still wanted to taste what her finger could feel, and the fact that it would be pushing things too far was vexing. She was tired of holding back. Tired of not being able to savor every motion and sound or taste and feel every inch that she craved.

The closest to everything she could get now was dropping her finger, setting it at Red's entrance and waiting for the signal that she could. Waiting for the pleading looks or movements that Red had been so diligent about offering. And it came. Red shifted her hips to make it easier, to let Korra slip into the heat that she so desperately wanted. Just as she was getting ready to push that finger forward, the cab jerked to a stop.

"Here, ladies," the driver announced.

Korra pulled away, heart suddenly beating fast because, even though he didn't glance back at them, how much had the driver seen? As Red reached for the clutch she'd dropped, and Korra helped pull her dress down to cover her up, Korra felt like she should apologize. Sorry, sir, she just does things to me and I have no idea how. The words never left her mouth as they both climbed out of the cab, and her drunkenly short attention span had completely forgotten about it when she took in the size of Red's house. Even then, she didn't get to focus on it for long.

They hurried up the walkway, only getting a few feet from the curb before Red turned and flung her arms around Korra's neck. Korra accepted it eagerly, grabbing Red by the hips to pull their bodies together because at the base of her desires was the need to be close. Through the kiss, Korra could hear the dull clack of Red's heels on the pavement, and she knew how hard it was to even walk in heels going forward and she didn't want Red to get hurt. So Korra curled one arm around her waist, holding tight while dropping the other to the back of her knee, lifting and glad she got the hint and wrapped her legs around Korra's hips.

Her weight was nothing, and her arms didn't leave Korra's neck and her lips kept the rhythm of the kiss. Red's confidence in Korra's grip made her comfortable picking up the pace, and she hurried the remaining distance to the front door, so eager that she pushed Red back against it harder than she'd meant to. Red didn't flinch at it or try to push her away, but when she dropped her legs from Korra's waist and dug into her clutch for her house keys, Korra reached up to cup her face.

She didn't stop kissing, neither of them wanted to, but part of the gentle weight of her hands on Red's face was meant to be apologetic; a comfort for not being able to contain her earnestness. Another part of it was because she wanted to say without words that this wasn't just about sex, and she wanted Red to know it. Know that Korra didn't just go out with the intention of picking up girls to sleep with. Know that this wasn't just so Korra could get laid, but that something about her was different, something about this was different, and Korra didn't know how to say it, so she hoped her touch said it all.

After a few moments, Korra realized that Red was so reluctant to pause from the kiss that she couldn't find the keyhole. Since she could see it from this angle, Korra reached down and set one of her hands on Red's, directing it back and helping to guide the key into the lock. The kiss didn't break once while the door was opened and thrown shut behind them.

Once inside, Red kicked off her heels, and Korra briefly had a moment to shuck out of her own shoes before Red reached for her flannel to start pushing it down her shoulders. It did nothing but bring Korra's earnestness back full force. She let her flannel fall to the floor as she followed toward the stairs, feeling her stomach flutter because she realized this was it. Red pushed her back against the banister after a few steps and finally left the kiss to lift her tank top over her head, and they were shedding clothing and there would be no more interruptions.

Pale hands met Korra's abs, and they were kind of cold but she loved the electric tingling they left in her flesh. She leaned back into the banister to leave herself open, watching those green eyes take her in. She watched Red watch her own hands on Korra's skin. Watched the gaze wander up to her chest. She missed the plush softness of those red lips on hers, but she didn't want to interfere with the way she was being looked at and touched. She wanted more of it, and in order to encourage the removal of more of her own clothing, Korra reached for the zipper at the side of Red's dress.

In response, hands slid around and up her back, unhooking her bra at the same time she finished with the zipper. Red took a step back, and while Korra shrugged out of her bra, she tried not to let her mouth fall open with the way Red took her dress off. She rolled her hips, slipping the thin red fabric down her body inch by tantalizing inch as if she'd practiced it. As if she'd known exactly how to do it to make Korra all the more desperate. And then it was off and she was standing before Korra in nothing but a strapless bra, and fuck, she was beautiful. Though Korra managed to keep her mouth closed, she couldn't keep her eyes from tracing every curve she'd been obsessing about all night. Red's slender shoulders, the contour of her breasts, the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips, and her gorgeously long legs. If Korra had wanted to taste every inch of her before, now she was so impatient that her tongue swept across her bottom lip.

As Red took a backward step up the stairs, their gazes locked, and Korra was enchanted. She knew to follow, trusting her feet to match every step Red took because she couldn't look away from those incredible green eyes. Not until they reached the top, and then Korra couldn't stand the distance between them anymore. She set her hands on Red's hips and stepped forward, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek before moving along her jaw and down to her neck.

Though Korra knew this wasn't the kind of encounter that necessarily called for these lulls, she couldn't help it. As much as she wanted Red in the most physical of ways, she couldn't just go there without making it clear that she'd keep being as gentle about it as she had been. Because even if Red hadn't shown the slightest hint of hesitation about sex, it was important to Korra that she knew her comfort was important. She wanted Red to feel that this wasn't the kind of thing Korra did, and that it was special. She wanted Red to feel as special as she did, because never in a million years would she ever think she'd get to kiss and touch someone as beautiful as this.

There was also a part of Korra that thought Red did understand, because she never once tried to rush out of these pauses. Never acted impatient or pushy or anything but heartily accepting of it, and that made Korra feel completely ready to go the rest of the way. So she kissed back to Red's mouth, willing lips parting against hers as arms slipped back around her neck. They stumbled toward the nearest room, but Red didn't bother leading them into it when her back hit the wall beside the door.

Hands reached for the button of Korra's shorts. Her heart skipped at the brushing of fingers between her hips, but just when the button was undone, they wandered upward. They traced her abs and ribs and she silently pleaded for them to keep going. To wander until they reached her chest because that was a place Korra loved to be touched. She wanted it so bad, anticipated it so heavily in those brief moments that when Red's hands finally got there, her lungs tightened with relief. It forced such a stunted breath out of her that it pulled her away from the kiss, and she knew she loved being touched like this, but she didn't expect it to feel this good.

All Red's hands were doing was massaging, but every gentle yet deliberate push against her chest sent a pulse straight down her core, leaving her so breathless that the lack of air was making her weak. Her eyes were heavy with pleasure, and aside from the occasional clench of her fingers, her hands had fallen limp on Red's hips. At least the pulsing through her core let her keep moving her hips, let her keep up with the building friction between their bodies. But then a thumb brushed over her nipple, and the brief contact robbed her of strength so that her head dropped forward against the wall over Red's shoulder.

Her reaction must have been encouraging, because just after it, that hard point received constant attention. It felt so good that it made muscles nowhere near her chest tighten with excitement, and Korra could barely breathe, let alone keep grinding her hips for friction. She wasn't getting enough friction anyway, so her hands fell to Red's backside to grab at bare flesh and bring their bodies closer. It was already sexy enough that she could feel these curves without the dress, but Red's skin was so soft. It was the kind of soft skin you'd want to press equally soft kisses to in the morning. The kind of soft skin you'd want to graze your fingertips over because maybe it would tickle, and Red probably had the most amazing laugh.

Korra couldn't take it any longer. She needed more of what she'd felt in the cab. Needed to bring pleasure and earn more of the sounds she'd heard in the bathroom. She moved her lips to Red's ear, struggling for air so she could finally say pleadingly, "I want to taste you."

If she'd thought about it, she might've worried the request was too much, too brazen for a first encounter, but then Red whimpered. A desperate, weak sound in her ear and hands landed on her shoulders to push down with acceptance. All night Korra had wanted to touch her lips and tongue to every spot of skin she could find. Now she was so worked up and impatient that she only managed two pecks against Red's stomach on her way down. She reached her knees, grabbing the back of Red's calf and lifting it over her shoulder so she'd have no obstructions to her goal. Before closing that distance completely, she pressed a single kiss to the inside of Red's thigh, as if to say, I'm going to do it now, okay?

Acceptance came when Red's hand slid to the back of Korra's head, and though she didn't push, Korra could feel the plea in it. She didn't want to waste another moment. She sank forward to open her lips against the shimmering flesh between Red's legs, her tongue made a long, trying stroke and those glorious hips bucked against her in response. Even more, the hand at the back of her head grasped with need and finally another moan reached her ears.

Korra had every intention of focusing on Red's clit, of finishing this as fast as she could because they'd both waited long enough, but she hadn't anticipated that Red would actually taste this good. Sweet and tangy like her incredible scent, mellow like her voice and the moans Korra loved, but god, at the same time it was impossibly vibrant, just like her brilliant green eyes. Korra couldn't describe it in one simple word, but it stirred the building throb between her legs and she couldn't bring herself to focus beyond Red's taste for long. She had just enough focus to slide a hand upward, and her finger sank easily into the clinging heat that she'd missed out on in the cab.

She was fully prepared to work for it, too. Prepared to let her hand pick up the slack while her tongue indulged above it. In the end, it didn't take nearly as much effort as Korra expected; her tongue made a lazy flick against Red's clit at the same time her finger curved against the sensitive spot inside her. A euphoric shout escaped Red's lips as she felt the heat tighten around her finger, and as much as she loved it, Korra forced herself to forget the taste in order to press her tongue against that pulsing point of nerves. She let Red's rocking hips drive over her tongue, savoring every long, trembling moan that reached her ears and glad she was stable on her feet because a hand fell heavy on her shoulder, and if not for her sense of balance, they both might have hit the floor.

After a few more seconds, the noises ceased, and there was a thump as Red dropped her head back against the wall. Tasting and hearing and feeling Red's climax had made Korra's pulse race with lust. Every beat matched each of Red's panting breaths, and the harmony was almost as addicting as the lingering taste on her lips. She couldn't help it; she let her tongue slip down to further satisfy her desire, earning a welcoming clench around her finger.

The last thing Korra wanted was for this to end. As much as the aching cadence between her own legs was begging for attention, she wasn't satisfied yet that Red was satisfied. She needed to bring Red to climax again, but making it happen and being able to taste the result was such a turn on, and her own ache was on the verge of painful. She needed some relief. Needed to take the edge off because she was half a step away from mindless and desperate.

As her finger made a careful thrust into Red's core and fell into a more deliberate rhythm with her tongue, Korra slipped her free hand into her open shorts. And she was a mess. Such a mess that the first stroke of her hand through the acute moisture between her legs robbed her of breath, but then she matched it to each push of her tongue against Red. She set it into motion, and thinking that they were getting the same rhythmic pleasure, that they were on the same united beat just as they'd been all night while Red let out a stifled moan and clutched at Korra's head, it was almost too much for her to handle. She'd only meant to ease some of her tension, but she was right on the edge, and Red's heel was digging into her back as if to plead for more pressure and she had to stop. If she didn't, she'd go too far. She'd finish, and she had no idea how Red would feel about being robbed of the opportunity to do it herself.

Korra ceased the motion of the hand between her legs right as Red pleaded, "Harder." And she was so glad she'd stopped, because the desperation in Red's voice made her pulse with desire.

Already her body was begging for her to resume the motion of her hand, but everything in her head was screaming at her not to. She needed release. Needed it more than she ever had in her life, but if she did it herself she wouldn't be quenched. She needed Red, and the desperate part of her almost regretted continuing her efforts, because as much as she loved Red's panting and moaning, the tightness at her core was almost unbearable.

In order to get what she needed faster, Korra obeyed the plea of harder, and she could feel the response. Feel the edging flutter of muscle around her finger and how each shallow breath rocked through Red's entire body. She could feel how close Red was.

"I'm-" Red began on a jagged breath. "God, I'm-"

But she never finished. Korra hummed her content at Red's incoherency, and almost as if in response, Red's back curved. She pushed away from the wall as another shout left her throat, and Korra might've stumbled backward if it wasn't for both of Red's hands tangling in her hair, clutching and pulling her in as she rocked over Korra's mouth like she had the first time. Korra didn't care about the hands in her hair or almost falling or even breathing. She was too lost in the gasping and trembling whimpers that landed repeatedly on her ears. Too caught up in being buried between the thighs of the most beautiful woman she'd ever met.

And Korra stayed there. Lazily stroking her tongue and drumming her finger until Red stopped quivering and recovered enough to say, "I can't stand much longer."

Korra huffed amusedly, taking her hand out of her shorts and gently pulling out of Red so she could stand. Even though her own need was still relentless, she didn't know how to make it known without feeling pushy. So she wiped the back of her hand over her lips and chin and lowered her mouth to Red's neck, where she could satisfy herself with kissing and nipping for as long as it took, though she hoped Red wouldn't take too long to offer what she needed.

It was a relief when Red seemed almost as impatient. She grabbed Korra's hand and stepped away, through the door beside them to lead the way into a bedroom. Korra followed, eyes enduringly locked on Red's enchanting figure. That is, until Red lifted the hand she was holding, the hand that Korra had been touching herself with, and put the exact finger into her mouth. Red's tongue licked over the tip of it, and her mouth was so hot and her tongue was wet and Korra could feel the texture of it against her sensitive skin. Korra's eyes lidded as her stomach tightened so hard with lust that it forced a loud breath out of her, and she didn't care where or how, but she needed that tongue and those bright red lips on her now.

They reached the bed, and when Red turned them around and gave Korra a soft push, she fell backward onto it. She lifted her hips to let Red pull her shorts and underwear off at the same time, and then scooted backward until they were comfortable at the center of the mattress. The anticipation was already killing her, but then Red kissed low on her stomach, and through the sharp intake of air, Korra didn't know whether to feel relieved or teased.

Because Red didn't stop with just one kiss. Her full lips opened against Korra's stomach, pressing such wet, hot kisses to her flesh that it burned. The heat flared in her abdomen and seeped through her core, up to the desperate flush in her face and down to the throbbing want at her center. Korra loved the sensual softness of the pecks and the stirring shock of the occasional nip, but they'd been at this for a while now. She didn't need to get worked up – she was beyond worked up. So far beyond it that the ache was back worse than it had been, and the emptiness and the absence of touch where she needed it most had reached painful.

Especially since Korra could feel Red's hand sliding in the opposite direction her lips were going, and she almost couldn't take it anymore. She set one hand on Red's hip and the other on the back of her shoulder, both for stability, because she was so desperate that she might start rocking against Red's hips for any kind of friction she could get. So desperate that her eyes might start watering with frenzied tears. Red seemed to be able to sense her intense need, because she finally dropped her hand between Korra's legs while her lips kissed up to a breast, but she didn't give anything close to what Korra needed.

Korra nearly groaned her agony at the noncommittal passes of that evil finger over the outskirts of her core, but then Red's tongue swept over her nipple, and it was hardly enough but Korra's need was so great that it was a sensation shock. She drew in a staggered breath as her hand tightened on Red's hip with surprise. Her other hand dropped to Red's elbow, and though she was prepared for the next pass of that tongue over her flesh, it didn't stop a pleased hum from escaping her throat.

Only, it still wasn't enough. She ached so bad that every run of Red's finger through her soaked core was searing. She needed relief so goddamn bad. Her hips pumped pleadingly, and the hand at Red's elbow nudged downward, begging it to add pressure and give her what she was about ready to beg for. At the nudge, Red's hand dropped, the very tip of her finger slid into Korra and yes, yes, god yes please keep going.

But it slid back up through Korra's outer folds, and her chest tightened so powerfully with pained need that she couldn't keep the words in. "You're such a tease," Korra complained through a sobbing mixture of frustrated laugh and whine.

Red pressed a final peck to the middle of Korra's chest before looking up at her with a smirk. "Just seeing if I could get you to talk," she said amusedly, and the tip of her finger teased Korra's entrance again.

"Yes," Korra panted involuntarily, urging the finger to keep going. That's all Red wanted? This whole time and all the torture and agony and all Korra had to do was talk. She almost cried at the simplicity of it. "God, I talk," she nearly whimpered, pushing her hips down to try and get more of that finger inside her. "I talk so much, I never shut up, I promise." Red pushed in a little farther, earning an eager groan. "Whatever you want," Korra breathed desperately. Fuck, she was about to break. "Please, just fuck me."

That was it. Red pushed all the way into her, and Korra moaned with relief as her body responded with a hard clench. She could feel her muscles tightening around Red's finger, so grateful for the fullness that they tried to pull it deeper. And she was so glad that Red was done teasing, because she lowered herself down Korra's body and didn't wait a moment to set her tongue into motion. Korra didn't even try to stop the loud groan that left her lips. If Red wanted her to be vocal, she could, and she would; she'd do whatever it took to keep that tongue and finger moving.

Korra had been so desperate for touch that she thought the second it happened she'd be finished. But she'd been too on edge for too long, and it didn't happen right away. She was so sensitive to even the slightest shift, and though she was struggling to hold still because of how insanely amazing it felt, she couldn't climax until it dulled. It was too much.

It was like Red could read her. Or she just really knew what she was doing, because she reached up with her free hand to massage Korra's breast, and it offered something else to focus on. Korra grabbed Red's hand with her own, encouraging every graze and flick as she panted for air, because this was exactly what she needed. Focusing on the feeling against her chest eased the overwhelming sensations between her legs, and now that she could feel pleasure instead of the incessant ache, she could also feel that she was nearing the end.

No, not nearing it. She was there. Korra took in a massive breath, fueling the peaking pressure between her hips as she arched away from the bed. And she was done. She couldn't have stayed quiet if she wanted to, and she moaned loudly as she hit the most powerful climax she'd ever experienced. She was clenching and throbbing and she couldn't keep her hips from slamming down in time with every pulse, seeking pressure as her hand squeezed Red's to her chest, silently begging Red not to pull away until it was done. And god, she didn't. She kept contact through the entirety of Korra's release, working her tongue and finger until Korra was a weak, trembling mess.

'Thank you,' Korra mouthed silently, eyes shut and letting her arms fall out to either side of her because there were no words for how badly she needed that, and there were definitely no words for how extraordinarily amazing it was. 'Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.'

She felt Red shift and sit over her hips. She was too exhausted to open her eyes just yet, but after a moment, soft lips pressed against hers. Red was kissing her, and the fact that she didn't just want to let that be the end, that she actually wanted to keep kissing and being close, it made Korra's heart flutter. It also made her stomach flip with an itch of desire, because now that she got what she needed, she could get Red to make more of those sounds that she couldn't get enough of.

Korra slid her hand up the inside of Red's thigh, drawing a questioning stroke through her center to make sure Red wanted this, and when she didn't protest, Korra slid one finger into her. Red straightened to sit up, and the position sat her deeper over Korra's hand and Korra couldn't resist grinding her hips upward to give more. And Red moved with her, rocking forward every time Korra thrust her hips like she was completely ready to do this again. Korra was definitely ready to do this again, at least once more because she had no idea what would happen afterward. No idea what Red expected of her or if they'd ever get the chance to do this again. So Korra carefully slipped a second finger into Red's core, and because she wasn't at the most comfortable angle to touch Red herself, she reached for one of Red's hands, guiding it inward with the request that she do what Korra couldn't.

"God, you're," Red breathed, hand picking up eager circles. "You're so hot."

Korra's mouth curled into a wide grin, so unbelievably flattered because Red called her hot. Red, who was sexy and gorgeous even from this angle, and who was grinding down on Korra's fingers with her eyes getting increasingly lidded like she was about to come again.

Another moment and she was definitely coming again. She curled over Korra as her eyes slammed shut, and getting to actually watch her this time was… it was something else. But as stirring and exciting as it was, Korra couldn't help the twinge in her chest, because she didn't want this to be a one time thing and she didn't want to go home just yet. When Red was done, Korra removed her hand, and no sooner than she had, Red collapsed forward on top of her. Red didn't move, and her face was buried in Korra's neck and it was so affectionate that Korra could feel her heart hammering in her ears. She was nervous. She'd just had sex with this girl, had just made her come three times, but she felt more sober now than she had all night and she was nervous. Like, legitimately schoolgirl nervous.

Red laughed into Korra's neck, inching up enough to meet her gaze. "I owe you a couple of orgasms," she said, falling back down with a tired sigh. "Just give me a few minutes."

"It's okay," Korra chuckled, noting how Red did have an amazing laugh, and pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder because she didn't know how long she'd be able to. "Don't worry about it." She placed more tender pecks along Red's shoulder, each one a silent question or comfort or plea. Did you like that? Did you like me? You're beautiful. I really want to cuddle with you. Please don't make me leave. Korra was so caught up in the affection that she didn't realize Red was watching her. When she did notice, she stopped. "Sorry."

"No, it's-" Red began to protest, and her lips thinned with a small smile. "I like it." God, Korra's heart skipped, and she planted another delicate peck just because she could. Because Red wasn't just apathetic about how affectionate Korra was, she actually liked it. "I'd get off of you," Red laughed guiltily, "But I can't move just yet."

"Take your time," Korra replied, setting her hands on Red's waist. What she really meant was you smell good, and you feel good, and I don't want you to get off.

And Red stayed. Stayed until she fell asleep on Korra, and it wasn't long until Korra drifted off too. She woke in the middle of the night. Red had rolled off of her, and it was cold without the heat of contact so she inched the blanket out from under them, and pulled it up so they were covered. It was too late at that point for her to go home, and once the blanket was over them, Red scooted in closer to her and draped an arm over her waist, and Korra didn't want to go home. She fell asleep getting the cuddling that she wanted.

The next time she woke, it was morning. Her eyes cracked open, and Red's arm was still over her waist and her own arm was under Red's head, and holy shit she was even more beautiful now that Korra was completely sober. It didn't matter that her hair was all messed up and her eye make up was a little bit smeared, because instead of making Red flawlessly gorgeous, it made her endearingly gorgeous. Was it possible to have such an instantly massive crush on someone you'd only just met? On someone you knew nothing about?

At the back of Korra's mind, she thought maybe she shouldn't just lie here staring, but she couldn't move without waking Red up… and she didn't want to move anyway. She was in for a world of awkward torture when Red woke, she was well aware of that. She wouldn't know what to say or how to act, but not even the dread of embarrassing herself could make her want to leave. She wanted to hear Red's voice at least once more. If they were never going to see each other again, then she couldn't just leave without saying goodbye.

It took a while, but eventually Red woke up, and her bright green eyes met Korra's and of all the things Korra thought she'd say, she didn't expect a teasing, "Been staring long?"

Korra's face flushed, and she winced because she was mildly aware staring could be uncomfortable and the embarrassment had started sooner than she'd hoped. "Sorry," she said. "I've never really done this before, and I wasn't sure if I was just supposed to leave without saying anything." Korra paused, trying to think of what else she could say because she was definitely feeling those nerves she'd predicted. Not to mention Red's beautiful green eyes were leaving her slightly brain dead. "And then I realized that you're kind of even prettier when I'm sober, and I couldn't stop looking at you." Shit. Korra nearly sighed, and her eyes closed with another wince. Nice going, idiot. "Crap," Korra explained hastily, "that sounded creepy… I wasn't going to do anything… it's just… my arm's stuck under your head and I didn't want to wake you up."

For a long moment, Red just looked at her, and despite the smile on her face, Korra had a sinking feeling in her stomach because she was totally messing this up. "Can I ask you something?" Red asked, and Korra gave an anxious nod. "Can I kiss you?"

"What?" Korra blurted in shock. She'd been caught staring when one night stand convention dictated that she probably should've bolted already, and Red wanted to kiss her again? Through the shock and the excited fluttering in her chest, Korra thought oh my god, no. What are you doing, say yes. Yes! Only, she was nervous and flustered, and that yes came out an equally flustered, "I mean yeah, okay, if you want to."

Despite Korra's awkwardness, Red leaned in all confidence and grace, and the closer she got, the more intense the fluttering in Korra's chest. But then their lips touched, and Korra melted into the kiss. It was soft and comfortable and all she could think was please let us see each other again. It only lasted a few moments, and Red only pulled away enough so that their lips were still brushing, but then Korra realized that their bare bodies were hardly inches apart. She nearly stiffened with tension, because she'd been all over that body last night and Red's arm was still draped over her naked waist and oh my god it just sank in that they were still in bed together.

"…you're still naked…" Korra whispered against Red's lips.

Red made an amused huff as she said, "You're more naked than I am."

"That," Korra began, leaning back and pulling the blanket up so she could look down at her body. She was definitely completely naked, while Red still had her strapless bra on. "Is very true."

While it was stirring that they were both still naked and in bed together, it helped ease some of Korra's nerves. They were on even ground… mostly… and Red didn't seem so eager to kick Korra out and she was nice and pretty and she'd definitely been as into the sex last night as Korra had, right? No reason to be nervous, Korra thought, just don't think about how drop dead gorgeous she is.

"Can I ask you something else?" Red asked through a laugh, and Korra hummed the affirmative. "What's your name?"

Korra chuckled, feeling her cheeks tint as she wondered what Red had been calling her all night. "Korra," she answered. "You?"

"Asami," Red replied, and how was it possible that even her name was beautiful? "Korra," she said, and Korra felt a grin tug at her lips because she liked the way Asami said her name. Liked the way her lips wrapped around the 'o' and then settled into a content smile after the 'a'. "Korra," she said again slowly, and Korra couldn't help but laugh. "Do you want to, I don't know, go get breakfast with me?"

Now that grin really did reach Korra's face, and even though her stomach flipped and fluttered with the overwhelming mixture of joy and renewed nerves, she answered instantly, "Yeah."