A/N: We have officially moved into M-rated territory.
A Spark
Korra is the first to wake. She doesn't try to rouse the girl beside her, instead she lies and feels the contact all over of their bodies. There is essentially no space between them, and they fit like an intricate puzzle of a thousand pieces. Their legs are tangled together, arms reaching around backs, breaths mingling. Asami's is hot and comforting on Korra's cheek. She looks so serene, all the muscles in her face relaxed and untroubled. The woman is gorgeous, absolutely flawless even in sleep, Korra thinks. She admires the way their skin colors contrast. She's only ever been able to do that a few times, a long three years ago, when she was broken apart. She's infinitely happy that she has the chance again. The two shared nothing but good dreams this night. Well, whatever night is in the Spirit World. It is still dark as they lay on Asami's bedroll. The thought struck Korra: they have no way of telling how long they've been gone, and last "night" they just passed out for an indefinite amount of "time". And without the basic bodily functions such as the need for nutrition; not being able to feel hunger, for all they know they could already have been gone a week.
Without alerting Korra, Asami grows conscious again. She presses a soft kiss on the very warm cheek of the Avatar. It instantly turns red.
"Hey you," Asami says, slightly dazed, still.
"Hi."
"Are you okay with everything that happened?" Asami asks, apprehensively.
"Yeah, more than happy," Korra replies, breathless. "If you're afraid that you were too forward, well... can I be forward for a second too?" She gazes into Asami's eyes with determination. "I want this, us, to last, and– I'm so glad I found my soul mate on my second try."
Asami bites her lower lip, softly smiling. "Your second try?"
"Yeah, you know, after Mako," Korra scratches her neck. "B-but only my first relationship! We, I.. I mean we didn't d-do anything else... Did you and Mako?"
"No," Asami says, curling further into Korra, if that was somehow possible. "You are my first and only. I'm happy too that I found my better half at only twenty-two."
"I think I'm luckier at twenty-one."
They both laugh. However, there's no escaping the thought of no matter how young they are, they have both experienced too much. There's also no escaping the more comforting thought that they are no longer alone. They have each other, and as if sensing the other's mutual distress, Korra and Asami clutch each other tighter, both instantly breathing more evenly. Korra's salty ocean scent, Asami's rose perfume. They fill the mind of the other and can do nothing but chant the other's name in their head. If one could hear thoughts, they would listen in to these two women singing a chorus of "Korrasami. Korrasami. Korrasami."
Like most things Korra does, she can't help but compare bending to lovemaking. She's been bending her whole life, but it was the first time she's done anything like this. It's like firebending, raw and passionate and powerful. She's never felt anything like it before. Where firebending requires controlling your emotions, otherwise you can burn yourself, she let's this fierce passion engulf her, and she is rewarded.
They look at each other again and see nothing but love and admiration in green and blue, proving that there is nothing to sacrifice in this relationship, there are only things to gain. So Korra and Asami lie partially in the grass covered by a blanket, exchanging small gifts of affection. A touch there, a tender stroke here, the lightest of kisses everywhere.
Asami gets stuck in Korra's intoxicating beautiful ocean hues. They drowned her last night from both above and below and they've made her feel more loved than ever before. Likewise, Korra feels she can almost see a perfect shining emerald in those eyes, one that she wants to keep sacred. Their previous late night conversation enters Asami's slowly waking mind. To keep it brief: of all the Avatar's that have ever lived, most of them died young, and she begged this would not be the case with her lover. They had survived so much, did they not deserve to be together forever?
"You know what sucks?" Korra says.
"What?"
"That when we have to go back and I won't be able to have you to myself all the time."
"It's only been a day."
"You don't know that. Actually we can't know."
"What do we do about that?"
Korra pauses. She remembers how sad she once was that the world didn't need her. Now of course she knows differently. Korra knows that everything is all about perspective. When she wants it, there won't be any action, and when she wants some time off, a new threat will arise. So, she compromises and settles with being happy that people do need her, even though it is at the most inconvenient of times. "I don't care. This is our vacation and we're gonna make the most of it."
...
"Is everything you have red?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Is everything you own blue?"
"Pretty much, and you?"
"Not this."
Korra turns around, facing the pond and waterfall which are a wonderful backdrop to this stunning sight. Asami wears a swimsuit, it's bluish and purple. Korra's vocabulary for colors is not the most extensive. No matter, it's not what catches her eye anyway. It's how the fabric clings to the womanly shape and beckons anyone watching to admire the heiress in all her half-naked glory. Blue eyes travel upwards and meet green ones who catch her gawking. Blood is having no trouble spreading color across their faces.
"Sorry! I'll just turn around. I'll be there in a minute!" Korra quickly shouts and throws off her tank top as fast as possible.
It's Asami's turn to gawk but Korra's too busy chastising herself while changing that she can't catch the heiress staring. Asami stands frozen in place, her eyes follow the vigorous muscles of Korra's athletic back as they stretch and pull while the Avatar rips off her boots and pants in one fell swoop. She turns around, but Asami's not fast enough in turning away before Korra can catch where her gaze has been locked for the past minute. The white bindings contrasting against Korra's muscular frame is enough to distract Asami's thoughts from anything work-related for days, as if their night together wasn't enough. How will I survive the rest of this vacation?
"Okay!" Korra clears her throat awkwardly, changing the subject. "I'm ready! Hey, isn't that the same swimsuit you wore when I first came to your mansion?"
"Yeah," Asami looks over her shoulder, thankful for the switch in topic.
"Why'd you keep it? I always thought you'd have a dozen different swimwears," Korra's abs stiffen as she laughs.
"It holds... sentimental value," Asami looks away.
Oh. "Well... what else do you have that is blue?" Korra says, catching on.
"Uh... my car."
Suddenly confident, Korra strides towards the uncharacteristically shy woman. "Hey, I know! Will you teach me to drive it when we go back to Republic City?"
Now Asami smiles as Korra wraps her arm around her waist. "I did build it for you."
Korra smiles in turn, touched by that confession. They hug. It is intimate and caring and loving, making the foliage around them turn colorful, like autumn leaves. It's so new, both of them don't know if they'll ever get tired of the feeling of holding and being held by each other. Spirits begin to assemble around the pair. They give off light, like fireflies. Spots of brightness in the dimness around this shaded pool, of which they have yet to dip in. The place has turned magical in the wake of the Avatar and the heiress's connection. Peaceful.
"Hey," Korra says again, quietly. "I have another idea," she speaks into Asami's shoulder. The smell of her filling Korra's being with happiness at their intimacy.
"What is it?" Asami asks gently.
"Did you bring you electro-glove thing?"
"...Yes? Why?"
"I want to try something."
The women break apart and walk hand in hand over to their backpacks. Asami looks for her glove in the packaging. She pulls it out but doesn't turn it on. "Now what?" she asks.
"Hold my hand."
"What?" she almost yells, but doesn't look angry. Concern is what crosses her features.
"Trust me."
Asami does so, with no hesitation, but she does so slowly. Her glove-free hand leaves Korra's slowly so she can move to turn the knob. As she gingerly shifts closer and closer, the Avatar takes a stance. "Don't let go. Whatever you do, don't let go of my hand, and don't touch me with your other hand."
Asami nods. She turns the knob. Sparks fly just as expected. They flow into Korra's hand. Electricity shoots into Korra's arm. Her stance begins to flow, directing the current through herself. The sight is terrifying, seeing electricity surrounding Korra, yet it is magnificent at the same time, watching the Avatar use her two fingers as conductors. Suddenly, they thrust out into the sky and let loose a powerful lightning bolt flaring up the heavens. She collapses into Asami's arms shortly after.
"Korra are you okay?" comes the frantic question.
"Never better."
"You scared me."
Korra's smoking fingertips reach to brush a stray hair from Asami's face. "Sorry. And I'm also sorry about the glove." She looks down at the cracked, scorched surfaces of the weapon. "I don't think you'll be using that anytime soon."
"Don't worry, I can make a new one."
"Of course you can." They smile at each other.
"That was unexpected. I had no idea you planned on lightning bending."
"Well, what can I say. You can't be afraid to mix it up sometimes," she grins.
Asami giggles. "You looked very snazzy while doing it."
They laugh together for a while. "Come on," Korra says. "Are we going swimming or not?"
"Let's do it."