Prompt: sex in public

Campfire Tales

Lin had fallen into a light doze when a body slipped under the woolen blanket to fit itself along hers.

"Go back to your own bedroll, Tenzin," she mumbled. "Kya will hear."

The warm puff of air exhaled next to her ear, the soft laugh that followed, were far too feminine—and familiar—to belong to the air bender.

"You know I won't be put off by disturbing images of my brother."

As proof, Kya's threw her arm over Lin's waist, drawing her even closer and planting a lazy kiss on the back of her neck.

"Should be," Lin warned. "He's only a few feet away."

In fact, the entire "Team Avatar" was sleeping around the slowly dying camp fire tonight, a necessary stop over on their trip deeper into the Earth Kingdom.

She'd already made the concession to discard most of her uniform for the night (although the metal plates were still within arm's reach); cuddling with her partner was a step too far. Still, she should have known, she chided herself, that telling Kya no, that they could sleep a few feet apart for one night, would all but guarantee the water bender would worm her way next to her before sunrise.

"I've been thinking," Kya whispered.

Lin didn't respond. Instead she settled Kya's arm more comfortably over her hip, tucking it beneath her own, and closed her eyes again.

"We've never been camping alone."

Kya's quiet rambling at her ear, the feel of Kya curled against her, warm and soft, were lulling Lin back to sleep. She'd make sure Kya went back to her own spot before morning, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to let her stay here for a while.

"Lin."

Kya's voice seemed to call for some response; Lin's "Hmm?" may have been out loud or just in her tired unconscious.

"You could literally fuck me into the ground but we've never been camping alone."

Lin's eyes opened.

She should have been scanning the camp to see if anyone was now awake and staring in slack-jawed horror in their direction. Instead she was picturing Kya on all fours with her knees in the dirt and goose bumps down her spine—tangling her fingers in all that silver hair and burying the others deep in—

Kya's lips moving down her neck to her shoulder, teeth and tongue carefully worrying the skin there, thumb and forefinger rolling over a nipple and creating such maddening friction against the fabric of her shirt until—

A very real shiver arched down her spine.

Lin's hand clutched at Kya's until the wayward fingers stilled over her breast.

She tried to will her pulse to a less frantic rate but she felt Kya smile against her shoulder and knew she hadn't succeeded.

They should stop. It wasn't dignified. They were grown women, not horny teenagers. She arrested people in the park for this kind of thing.

It could wait until they were alone, with no one around for miles. Just the bite of the night air on her back and Kya's fevered skin beneath her-

Lin sighed and untied her pants.

"It's a deal then," Kya teased—a deal sealed by Kya's hand cupping her mound, her middle finger, then, almost idly gliding through the warm wetness that was already pooling there.

Lin nodded, as a contented hum vibrated next to her ear, followed by her name: "My Lin."

The sound made something in her chest clinch, her body hitch towards the other woman.

Kya's finger dipped, teasing between her folds, then trailing up, barely brushing the hard knot of nerves starting to throb at her center.

Each stroke that followed was shallow and soft, and frustrating.

Lin bit her lip to hold back a groan. She flexed her thighs around Kya's hand and jerked her hips forward.

Kya's teeth closed around her earlobe as she slid her finger deeper on the next stroke. Its withdrawal and return were stubbornly subtle.

Lin gritted her teeth.

Now wasn't the time for this type of torture.

"Kya," she warned.

Kya's index finger rolled suddenly, roughly, over her clit and she gasped—then nothing but the same elusive caresses and Kya's breath on her neck.

"Kya," she pleaded.

She felt a familiar almost-tickle begin between her legs.

Trails of the slick evidence of her arousal drew together under Kya's fingers and started to thrum against her.

She brought her hand to her mouth and bit down on her palm as Kya buried her pulsating fingers deep within her.

There was none of the orchestrated torment of earlier; each thrust was butting against just the right spot, again and again, until her inner walls clinched suddenly, tightly, around Kya's fingers.

Pinpricks of light filled her vision as her body tensed from her jaw down to her toes.

"Breathe, Chief."

She let herself melt—as much as it was possible for an earth bender to do—against Kya's chest and sucked in several deep breaths.

It wouldn't hurt to stay like this awhile, she thought.

Lin was the first one awake as usual.

She had her uniform in place and the water boiling for tea before anyone else stirred. The fact that Kya had woken up a few feet from where she had begun the night didn't seem to register with the others as they reluctantly started the day.

It wasn't until Tenzin cleared his throat somewhere near the end of breakfast that Lin began to panic.

"I don't know who it was . . . nor do I really care to," he started, fussing anxiously with the collar of his robe. "But a certain amount of," he trailed off, looking flustered as he searched for the right word. "Restraint is necessary. For common curtesy—when traveling with a group."

His admonishment was mostly met with confused stares.

"Sure there is the novelty," he continued. "The allure of getting caught—"

Lin was seriously considering opening the earth beneath her feet and sinking into it, when Korra blurted, "It won't happen again, okay? Just stop talking."

Lin could have hugged the girl had she been the hugging type.

Tenzin's eyebrow reached an alarming height as Asami shrugged off Bolin's offer of a high five.

Later, even Lin laughed when Kya elbowed her brother in the ribs and said, "Tell us more about that 'allure,' Tenzin."