Everyone assumes that Korra is the possessive one, but the Avatar thinks they'd be surprised by the intensity of Asami's territorial streak.
The secrecy of their relationship is thrilling at first - sneaking kisses before pro-bending matches, sharing knowing looks over the dinner table when the boys aren't paying attention - it's something they laugh about in their downtime. But when Mako begins staring at Korra too closely, or finding excuses to stay close to the other girl, Asami feels the first stir of emotion in her chest. It's not envy... not really. But the possessiveness that simmers beneath the surface catches her off guard. Keeping their relationship under wraps already proved to be a difficult balance to strike for Asami. As the daughter of one of the most renowned citizens of Republic City, the importance of maintaining appearances is something she's been reminded of since she was a child. There's a fine balance in being a heiress - having the best there is, and making sure your fellow upperclassmen remain aware of that possession; a power play of sorts. But really, it's just a façade. Asami would much rather spend time working in the garage as opposed to walking around with a smile plastered on her face at yet another gala.
Korra is different. When the two girls were finally given the opportunity to get to know one another, things fell into place in a way that neither of them could have ever expected. Korra is... special. Both a source of strength and a refuge, Asami finds a sense of contentment in the Avatar's presence that she hasn't felt in years. So when she sees Mako's hand lingering on Korra's back, she has to bite back a growl and work to keep the glare out of her eyes.
It comes to a boiling point when the Team is waiting for General Iroh and the other reinforcements to arrive at Republic City. Asami can't recall who suggested the idea in the first place, but Korra and Mako soon take to the surface to spy on Amon's current activities. The wait makes Asami's blood boil. She tells herself she's being irrational, but all she can think of is the night after Korra came back from Tarrlok's capture, the way Mako sat by her bed all night and held the Avatar's hand. It should've been me. It was supposed to be me.
Asami is sitting with Bolin on some crates when she finally sees the pair make their return from their impromptu scouting session. "You two were gone a while." she mutters, the words sharp on her tongue no matter how nonchalant she attempts to be. Korra, bless her Avatar soul, looks clueless as usual. Mako, on the other hand, immediately takes offense and spits back with a retort that claims they were doing reconnaissance. Of course you were, you twat, Asami can't help but think bitingly, Korra's with me. It's not like I thought you were kissing in the alley.
Korra, still wide-eyed and clearly unsure what to do, simply asks to speak alone with Asami for a moment. When the pair round the corner and are hidden from view by a higher stack of crates, Asami immediately pins Korra against them and plants a bruising kiss on her mouth. She takes a step closer, pushing their bodies together in a way that leaves very little to the imagination, and delights in the little whimper that makes its way out of Korra's mouth. The Avatar is helpless in her arms at the moment, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She tears her mouth away from Korra's, finally giving the shorter girl an opportunity to catch her breath, only to dot heated kisses along the curve of her neck. When she reaches the spot where Korra's neck meets her shoulder, she takes that patch of skin between her teeth and gives a purposeful bite. The Avatar gasps sharply and arches slightly in her arms, to which the heiress responds with a soothing kiss on the same spot. Asami wraps her arms tighter around Korra, relishing in the feel of the girl in her arms. She takes a deep breath, feeling her nerves finally, finally settle, and murmurs into Korra's skin.
On her part, the Avatar seems to finally shake herself out of the cloud of lust that threatened to overwhelm the pair just moments ago. "What?" she pants, unable to make out Asami's words.
The heiress makes another unintelligible sound before turning her head to the side, resting her cheek on Korra's shoulder. "Mine." she says simply, clearly, punctuating the statement with another kiss to Korra's neck.
The shorter girl gives a breathless sort of chuckle before placing an answering kiss on Asami's temple, "Yeah, I'm yours all right."
When the pair finally make their way back to the camp, the spot on Korra's neck has already started to bruise. Mako takes a step closer to the Avatar before his eyes zone in on the patch of skin left exposed by the chi-blocker outfit now that the scarf is gone. His eyes dart to Asami, then back to Korra's neck, then back to Asami before he tears his glance away with a frustrated sort of huff. "Dinner's ready." he mutters gruffly, and takes the spot next to Bolin as always. Asami has to bite her lip to keep her smirk from showing.
A/N: I'm aliiiive! So, I have to admit I went through a bit of writer's block recently (still not sure I'm fully over it yet), but thanks so much for all the encouraging words both on here and on tumblr. You guys are awesome! I really wanted to crank out something new for all of you to read, and I hope the next update won't take as long. Also, yes, I am still working on that companion fic to Crescendo from Asami's POV. I'm debating whether or not I should push forward with an epilogue of sorts to Baby Steps as well, but we'll see. Happy reading everyone! :)