Kindred Spirits
The Spirit World is older than time. All human struggles seem so insignificant in this place. Korra feels for a moment undignified to share her soul with one of the timeless spirits of the worlds. Asami doesn't let that thought stay and reminds the Avatar exactly how dignified she is. It's ironic how worried Korra was that the world had moved on without her, then she returns and leaves the worlds in the dust with the changes that she created. "A new portal between worlds?" Asami exclaims. "Unheard of. You are a timeless legend yourself, Korra."
Asami's grateful that she gets to be with Korra like nobody else and have the woman all to herself. It just recently occurred to her that everyone in Team Avatar have been in love with the Avatar. Korra admires Asami and doesn't understand how she can be so lucky to have the brilliant CEO as her girlfriend. Asami is the same. She asks, "How come you haven't fallen in love with yourself?" while trailing slender fingers along those powerful arms, now uncovered while they were in the water.
"I hated myself."
"What? How can you say that?"
"When I was gone, I was so disappointed with who I'd become. Who I couldn't be anymore... what I'd lost."
"Korra..."
"I'm just glad someone loves me."
"Well, do you love yourself?" Please say yes. That's all that matters. I love you, you are important.
"I do now," Korra says and wraps her arms around Asami's back while Asami cradles Korra's head. Her face is buried just above Asami's breasts. "Thank you for waiting, you make me feel whole."
"So do you."
"Sorry to be such a downer," Korra says, spreading warmth through Asami's chest with her hot breath. Asami doesn't think that at all and she's about to say otherwise before the Avatar can cut her off. "Let's change the subject."
"Okay."
"Hmm. When did you know you liked girls?"
"I didn't. You?"
"Hold on. What do you mean you don't know? Something must've triggered it? I mean–okay... I'll tell you how it was for me. It was never a moment of realization, you know? It was just something I knew, that I liked both girls and guys. But I never thought of it in those terms. It didn't matter what they were, more who they were. Does that make sense?"
Of course it does. Korra always thinks about other people first, of course it wouldn't matter what gender they were, Asami muses. "Yeah. Okay, well for me it was actually when I saw a certain Avatar walk up with a pout while meeting the daughter of the man behind Future Industries. You were refreshing and eye-opening, in more ways than one. Inspiring."
"Oh stop it now."
"Well look who's become humble. I thought you loved compliments? Besides, I wouldn't say it if the person didn't deserve it."
"In that case, let me give credit where credit is due," Korra says, a glint in her eye. "People say I saved the world, but... I didn't do it alone. You saved me Asami Sato. You are my world, my only escape where I can be myself. The one I can be selfish with, but also who I can love."
The two most powerful people on the planet, what better match is there? They can't think of one as they lock lips gently. Their kisses ignite fires in the cores of the two women. It doesn't matter that it's inexperienced. They're doing it together.
A tanned hand reaches up and brushes Asami's cheek, taking their time to form the fingers around the pale ear and neck, feeling silky hairs standing at attention. Korra's other hand goes to cup Asami's other side of the face, anchoring them together while brushing painted lips against bare, slightly chapped. The constant soft kisses that are still so fresh had the both of them trembling. The engineer steadies herself on the Avatar's hips. Her thumb began stroking the bone there while she felt Korra do the same to her face in an adoring sign of affection. They look at each other fondly with wide tearful smiles. Smooth red light hide their mutual blushes. Spirits fly around them in a dancing fashion, feeding off the happiness radiating from the couple below.
"Spirits Asami, I love you so much," Korra lets out a sob and brings their foreheads together.
"I love you too and it hurts how much I do," Asami says abandoning any resolve she may have had and gives up, letting out a shuddering breath. Both women's joyous tears mix and increase tenfold once they kiss again, neither believing what is happening, thinking it's too good to be true. Their eyes pour with emotion like the waterfall behind them, pent up and released in a fury. It never stopped.
Tentatively, Asami slides her hand along the curve of Korra's side. She feels the Avatar crumble under her touch, and that alone makes her want to melt. She steels herself and continues upwards, the beautiful brown skin of her girlfriend gaining goosebumps along her path. The capable hands of the engineer glide past the cottony fabric of the bindings and up towards thick arms. Asami grasps the strap there on the collarbone and tugs on it gingerly, trailing it over broad muscled shoulders to let it fall. She does the same with the other side. The Avatar stands topless in front of her, but Asami doesn't feel powerful. She feels weak. This woman does that to her. Her own hands are shaking slightly. Korra notices. She grabs Asami's hands reassuringly and pecks the woman on the cheek, on the jaw, on the neck. Her girl freezes up, unable to do anything against the ministrations. So, she leads Asami's hands towards her breasts. The taller girl follows instinct and massages Korra's chest. Both moan at each other's handlings, cheeks glowing from arousal.
Their hearts are racing. Asami has never felt this intensity from anything in her life, nothing comes close to what Korra manages to do with her. A Satomobile has nothing on the Avatar. She fears for a second she's going to become addicted to feeling this way, but that quickly subsides because it isn't a bad thing to become addicted to. They have all the time in the worlds and Korra is being so gentle with her.
Korra can't breathe. The feeling of Asami's hands on her breasts is the most intense feeling she has ever experienced. She doesn't ever want to stop feeling this way. Electric. On fire. Raw feeling. Emotions that humans seek for entire lifetimes, and here she is experiencing it with the love of her life. The Avatar moves to disrobe her lover. Asami has moved her hands and begun to tease the nipple on the short-haired girl while kissing her neck and biting the shell of her ear. Korra cannot focus. She tries to advance. Feather-light touches creep up Asami's waist and towards the knots on the back of the swimsuit. She tugs on them and they come loose easily. Asami stops sucking on Korra's neck which has a hickey now, to help herself out of the swimwear. Her long sensual legs slip out of the blue garment, one at a time. Slow, so she doesn't trip because she can't stop shaking. Neither is nervous, but the aches in their bodies for each other have become impossibly powerful.
They don't ravish each other. They revel in each other. Asami is fully naked and Korra doesn't hesitate to take in the gorgeous body of her companion. The supple breasts and lithe form scream elegance and perfection. While Korra is still in her lower bindings, it doesn't stop Asami Sato from appreciating her lovers impressive body which radiates un-matchable power. The tribalwoman is rugged sexy with her short, wet chestnut hair, in contrast to the awe inspiring flow of darkness that is Asami's hair. The lovers lock gazes. Their eyes are blown wide out of lust but mostly because of the incredible love shared between them. Cerulean lagoons and impeccable rich green irises disintegrate the other.
They fall together in the water. It isn't deep, not even knee-high. Korra ends up on the bottom with Asami straddling her. She can't hear anything as the water fills her ears and drowns out most sounds, reducing them to muffled noises. She's not focused on anything but the woman above who comes down to kiss her. Both Asami's hands envelope the girl's beautiful face beneath her and she feels Korra moving her arms to rest at the inventor's back. They break apart with high gasps for air. Korra regains her breath first and rounds her back to take Asami's nipple into her mouth. Asami moans and tilts her head back, still sitting on top the Avatar. She drifts a hand lower against Korra's hard stomach, reaching the still covered area below the waist. There's not much patience left in her as she rips off the lower bindings and Korra yelps. The now completely naked women take shuddering breaths, savoring the moment, then crashing again together, tangling hopelessly into each other until no one would be able to separate them.
The water is lukewarm, but gets hotter by the minute as the two women heat up the temperature. Spirits are nearly bursting into flames thanks to the frenzy happening in the shallow pool. Asami peppers lipstick kisses all over Korra. They both have atleast five bite marks each on various locations. Asami is the first to slip towards Korra's sex. Once the Avatar realizes this, she really does not remember how her lungs function again. All she can do is stare at the face of her girl with shared half-lidded eyes, which is the sexiest thing Korra has seen, especially with those unbelievably long lashes. Their faces and whole bodies are burning up with anticipation. Finally, Asami nears the entrance of Korra. Her fingers feel the outside first, how slippery it is underwater, and she knows that she herself is dripping as well. She rubs experimentally and sees Korra close her eyes at the sensations.
It's pitch black and she can't hear anything through the water. All Korra can do is feel, it is all she wants to do. The warm body of Asami above her, kissing her lovingly as she rubs Korra's core in every way. Her arms reach around Asami's neck, then she twists them around so that Asami lies on her back, still touching Korra. The bender begins to regret her decision of flipping them over when her knees and elbows start to quake. Asami continues to tease Korra's opening. Korra can't take it anymore and lies on top of her lover, feeling their bodies meld together, breasts and nipples rubbing each other, and she slips lower on Asami as well. The contact of skin is warm, wet, and electrifying.
The older woman can't hear anything this time. The feeling of Korra on top of her makes her moan uncontrollably into her lovers mouth who has come down to kiss her passionately. They feel their tongues blending together, sending shivers down their spines. Asami strokes Korra more heavily and then squeaks when she feels two fingers between her own legs. The legs part easily and grip around Korra's waist, pulling them together even more. Both have an arm slung desperately around each other, and the other arm down cupping each other intimately. Asami doesn't wait anymore to insert a finger into Korra who's clit is now above water, but still incredibly soaked. Korra pulls away out of blissful surprise. She returns the favor and delves into Asami who squeals in delight. They crash together again, molding their whole beings together. It is as if everything is vibrating, their heartbeats going a mile a minute, plus the shaking spasms from the intensity of it all. Their paces are steady. Not too fast or too slow but just right. Neither are virgins, they gave that to each other, but Korra can't stop whispering in Asami's ear. "Does it hurt? I-Is that... okay?" she barely manages to breathe out in between sharp intakes as jolts of electricity accumulate in her lower stomach.
"Yes. Oh Korra... yes," Asami replies, a building explosion in her gut that's about to go off any minute. "I love you, pl-please..."
"It-It's okay. Let go," Korra says, as steadily as possible, beginning to feel tears spilling off her cheeks onto Asami's face.
She doesn't want to, but Asami is helpless against the budding release on the horizon. She can't hold back anymore and let's the orgasm wash through her and swallow her whole. She let's Korra's wet blue eyes claim her and take her away out at sea. Lost in the crashing waves, yet so at home in those arms that keep her safe. In the midst of it all, Asami's finger curls inside Korra at just the right spot, making Korra tremble and cry out. Their vision goes black and they get stuck in limbo for a while. Both remain on top of each other as they clench at the other's fingers. Aftershocks surge through their bodies as they lie together in paradise.
"Wow," one of them finally says. They turn to each other so they can both hear out of one ear. "Korra, that was amazing..." she sniffles and dries the tears on her face that aren't only hers.
"I know," Korra breathes out, strength gone, happily embracing her lover with tears in her eyes. "Sami... I love you."
"I love you too. I can't believe this is happening, that I get to hold you and be with you finally... I've dreamt of it so many times but I–I never thought..."
"...that it would be real," Korra finishes.
Asami laughs joyously. "Yes," she laughs again. Neither can get their wide, happy smiles off their faces. "You make me so happy."
"So do you."
The euphoric couple lie together for an eternity just enjoying each other. They roam their hands over each other tenderly, affectionately. The water is more than warm, bordering on boiling hot. Their cheeks are aflame and spirits who were once ignored by the pair return to hover around them, glowing brightly and illuminating the other's face. Asami and Korra watch each other fondly, remembering this moment and each other forever, completely and utterly devoted to one another.