Ah, screw it. I'll update when I wanna update! There's no point in pushing anything back if I can help it, so yeah. That being said, here's chapter eight!

Also, I'm thinking I might change the cover of the story. I'm open to you guys sending me your ideas and artwork!

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~Asami~

Would someone kindly explain to me what the difference was between pain and pleasure? Because I was having a hard time deciphering it. Nothing could have gone better than it already did. We'd taken it to my room after agreeing that the front hallway wasn't necessarily the best idea. It was perfect, flawless, unbelievably freeing, and whatever other good words you could use to describe it. Korra seemed no less than a natural, even though she claimed to have never done it before. She rose sensations in me that I could never dream of experiencing in my life.

Of course, I'd also never imagined having my first time with a wolf hybrid avatar. Still, I didn't regret a thing. There was never an instance where it hurt too much, when I thought Korra was getting too rough. She was careful and patient, but that feral look never left her eyes. It was almost like she was intrigued by me. Her ears would quiver with every new sound I made and it drove her crazy.

"How do you even exist?" She'd whispered that in my ear. "How are you even mine?"

Hers. I liked the sound of that. It was thrilling, to say the least.

I woke up with her arm around me, cradling me. It was too comfortable to think about moving. Her fingers were twirling in my hair and I knew then that she was awake. I didn't want to open my eyes. I was still clinging to the memories of the night before. Even now, I could still feel the butterflies in my stomach. I was afraid to open my eyes. I feared that, the moment I did, the memories of the night would leave it. A stupid fear, yes, but it was too blissful a night to forget.

However, I knew that my reminder of the previous events would be laying beside me when I opened my eyes. I wanted to see her face. I rolled over lazily, curling up against her side. She chuckled, her hand moving to stroke my back. Her touch raised goosebumps. I opened my eyes and looked up at her, smiling.

"Morning." I said.

"Morning." she replied, returning my smile. But there was something off about it. My smile fell instantly.

"What?" I asked. My heart skipped when I thought that she'd regret what we did.

"It's nothing." she said.

I sat up, my hand on her chest. "Tell me."

Her ears flicked and she looked down, blushing. "I don't know how you'll take it."

"Take what?" I said.

"Why don't you go look in the mirror?" she said. Her toned was scared.

My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, but I threw my blankets aside and stood up. I headed out of my room, stepping over the discarded clothing, and went into the bathroom just outside. I stared at myself in the full length mirror, my eyes cascading down my bare reflection. I had a few scratches, and a couple of small bruises that only hurt when I poked at them. Which was funny because I didn't remember any pain. At the same time, I also wasn't thinking with common sense in the moment.

My chest was covered in hickeys and very small teeth marks. Nothing too serious. I heard Korra come in behind me and she stood with me in the mirror. She'd put her boxers back on.

"What?" I said, looking back at her.

"You haven't seen it?" she asked. I shook my head.

She took a deep breath and reached up, pulling my hair behind my shoulder. She revealed two more hickeys, which wouldn't be a problem. I could just cover those with makeup. I was getting ready to ask her if she was messing with me until something else caught my attention. It was at the base of my neck, near my collar bone. At closer inspection, I realized it was a black crescent moon. That definitely wasn't there before. I looked at Korra. She was fidgeting with her hands.

"What is it?" I said.

"It's, um, sort of the final stage of imprinting." Korra said. She laughed nervously. "It happens when the person in question returns the feelings of the imprinter. It's how my kind identifies their...um...mate."

My gaze found the mirror again, my fingers brushing over the mark. What would my dad say if he saw it? It looked more like a tattoo than anything else. "Final stage?"

"Yeah, there are only three." Korra said. She counted them off on her fingers. "The first one is simply meeting. Second one is me becoming more accustomed to you and hating everyone of the same or opposite gender. Third is the mark, but only if you returned my feelings which you did."

"Hmm." I muttered. I angled myself to see it in a better light and bit my lip. "So...it officially marks me as yours?" Korra nodded. I smiled, biting my lip, and looked at her. Her head slanted to the side.

"What?" she said.

"I like it." I said, blushing.

"You're...you're not mad?" Korra said.

"What made you think I would be mad?" I asked. "I mean, the bruises I'll have to hide with makeup but..."

"I'm sorry about those." Korra said. Her ears were laid against her head.

"Why?" She was too cute when she felt bad about something she shouldn't.

"I didn't want to hurt you and I kind of did." Korra said.

"Did I tell you to stop?" I said.

"No." she said.

"Did I ever say that you were hurting me?" I said, wrapping my arms around her.

"No, but-" I placed a finger on her lips.

"But nothing." I said. "I'm fine. Actually, I'm great."

Korra's ears perked up and I laughed. I ran my finger along the back of the right one and she shivered, pushing me away a bit. "S-stop that!" She was blushing like crazy.

"Don't tell me it tickles." I teased.

"It...doesn't tickle, per say." she said. "It's just...um...very sensitive..."

"Oh." I said, then laughed. It was weird. Usually I was the one acting shy and nervous. "I'll have to remember that for next time."

I sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving Korra dumbstruck there, then I heard her run after me. "What do you mean next time?!"

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~Korra~

I was on top of the world. There was no other way to say it. I didn't know what I was so afraid of before. Okay, I did, but now it just seemed ridiculous. Asami was mine. Officially mine. It was the best feeling in the world. And, if I understood what my father had explained to me, that meant that I would no longer want to tear apart every guy that came around her.

I called Tenzin from Asami's phone and told him that I was alright, and that I was really tired and crashed at her place. He wasn't very happy at first, but he was glad I was safe. Asami had gotten dressed while I was on the phone. I was still in my boxers when I walked back into her room. She was in the mirror, using makeup to cover up the hickeys. I started picking up my clothes.

"Are you going to wear those to school?" Asami asked, glancing at me.

"Might as well." I said. "We don't have enough time to go to the island so I can get more."

I was at least smart enough to grab my brown hoodie before Asami picked me up. Who knew where my hat was at this point. I never picked it up.

I finished getting dressed and waited for Asami to finish what she was doing. I sat on the edge of her bed, watching her. I couldn't begin to process, to comprehend, how I'd managed to get someone as amazing as she was. From what I knew, it wasn't very often that my kind would imprint on the same sex. Not saying that it didn't happen, but it wasn't common. If you included that with being the Avatar, by which I mean swapping genders back and forth, it was completely understandable that you would eventually come across one that was gay, or liked both. I was one of them.

"So, what are you gonna do about school work?" Asami asked me as she put away her makeup. She'd done a good job with covering the bruises and she was using her hair to cover the imprint. "You don't have your backpack."

"I'll just coast today, ask for papers and a pencil." I said.

"Is Tenzin okay with you going straight to school?" she said.

"Well, he didn't say to go back to island." I said. "I told him that I was really tired so you let me crash at your place."

"You did more than that." Asami said, winking at me in the mirror.

I looked down and she giggled, turning to face me. "Ready to go?"

I nodded, standing up. "Let's go."

~time skip~

"Well, well." Kuvira said as she approached us at school, a smug grin on her face. "I guess I'll have to go and collect my pay."

"What are you talking about?" Asami asked.

Kuvira pointed at our intertwined hands. "Bolin and Mako bet me that you wouldn't come back together. They owe me twenty yuans."

"You put a bet on us?" I said.

Kuvira shrugged. "Hey, with you two taking your sweet ass time getting together I needed to find some entertainment in it."

"So, that means placing a bet on your best friend's relationship." Asami said.

"Pretty much." Kuvira said.

"You're ridiculous." Asami said, smirking.

"And don't you forget it." Kuvira said. "Now, come on. They're serving those apple strudel things for breakfast."

~Asami~

"You have to tell me." Kuvira said later on in biology.

"No." I said. My arms were crossed and I was trying to focus on the teacher's lecture.

"Why not?" Kuvira asked.

"Because it's not of your business." I said, glancing at her.

"My best friend getting laid is my business." she said. "So tell me what happened."

"Who said we did anything?" I said. "How do you know we didn't just tell each other how we felt?"

She gave me an 'are you serious' look, raising an eyebrow. "You're kidding, right? You've been wanting to get in her pants since you first looked at her."

I blushed furiously. "Will you lower your voice?" I said, annoyed at that point.

"Only if you tell me the truth." Kuvira challenged, grinning. I gritted my teeth. She opened her mouth, prepared to broadcast our conversation to the entire class, and I clamped my hand over her mouth.

"Alright, alright!" I whispered. I bit my lip, taking a deep breath. "We...had sex."

"I knew it!" Kuvira said, pushing my hand away and laughing triumphantly. "How good was she? Did she do the whole cautious thing and ask you if you okay every five minutes? Was she an animal?"

"You could say that..." I didn't mean to say it out loud. I really didn't. The minute it slipped out of my mouth I wanted to take it back.

Kuvira's eyes widened and she tried not to laugh even harder. "Holy shit, Asami got herself a keeper!" she said. "Who's house were you at?"

"Mine." I said. I saw the look in her eyes and replied before she could even say it. "And no, my father wasn't there. I think he was at work again."

"You didn't break the bed, did you?" Kuvira said. I slapped her on her arm and she giggled. "What? You said yourself she was an animal!" She leaned in, her voice dropping real low. "Did she leave any, you know, hickeys?"

"Kuvira!" I said. She shrugged nonchalantly.

"I bet you're hiding them with makeup, aren't you?" she said. I groaned and put my head on the desk. "Let me see!"

"What?!" My voice failed me and it came out more like a surprised squeak.

"Please?" Kuvira begged.

"No!" I said.

"Kuvira, Asami, is there something more important than my lesson?" The teacher asked. He watched us expectantly.

"Sorry." we said.

He sighed and turned back to the board. Kuvira didn't want to let it go. The minute his back was to us, she spoke again. "Okay, fine." she said. "I won't ask you anymore." She thought for a minute. "I was thinking, the three of us should have a sleepover."

"Three of us?" I asked.

She nodded. "You, me and Korra." she said. "My place. Tonight, maybe."

It wasn't a bad idea. After all, I did want them to get to know each other better. "Sure, I'll ask Korra." I said.

Her smile should've been a hint that I would regret this.

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Oooh, I wonder what Kuvira has planned xD Sorry for the lack of Mako and Bolin, and every minor character in the show. They'll make an appearance later on.

Thanks for reading!